Welcome to my first General Fiction WEDLOCK BY FATE! "Don't provoke me you Short Cake!" He snorted. "What if I provoke you Longosaur?" I grunted. "I am Vihan Malhotra,the CEO of the Malhotra Industries and unfortunately you are my unwanted wife. I am never gonna love you Aranya." He screamed his lungs out. "So Shortcake just remember I'm gonna make your life hell until I take a divorce from you" He added while still pinning me against the glass wall. "I am Aranya Iyer unfortunately now a Malhotra and the PA of yours. For your information I would make that living hell a paradise and divorce a far fetched dream and yes I would never love you either" I fumed. Meet Aranya Iyer and Vihan Malhotra the two opposite personalities who share a hostile boss and employee equation but unfortunately forced to marry each other due to unexpected turn of events. What will happen to this hate love relationship where Vihan gonna make Aranya's life a hell. Will they end up together? Or will they find solace outside the system of marriage? Highest Rankings {Ranked #1 in India Ranked #1 in romance Ranked #3 in romance Ranked #1 in forced marriage and arranged marriage Ranked #3 in Indian Ranked #5 in destiny Ranked #7 in romance Ranked #9 in India Ranked #1 in wattpadindiaawards}

In a world where he's never been on receiving side, she gives him everything by her love. He is hard to love, but she loves him like breathing. *** "Think twice before laying a finger on him. I guarantee you won't like the aftermath, Darling" "I fell for him so hard and so deep that sometimes I feel like he's etched into my very soul." "Try to steal his attention, and I'll steal your peace of mind." "I'm not one to share, especially when it comes to what's mine." *** She's fiercely possessive of him, and obsessively devoted to him. While he remains ice cold when it comes to emotions. She gets everything she wants, and one day, her eyes fall on a man working in a cafe, the man who becomes her addiction. When a woman he meets at the cafe is hell-bent on making him hers, Will this middle class ice master melt for her love? What secrets is he hiding behind that icy facade? Their love is a tempest of passion in a world of ice. Together, they spark flames in the coldest of hearts.

Dark Romance | Mature themes | 18+ There was a time when Rudransh Singh Thakur believed in love. A time when power wasn't everything. When silence didn't define him. But that was before betrayal. It made him ruthless now. Now, at thirty-four, Rudransh stood as a man the world feared a minister, whose silence carried more weight than words ever could. Nothing touched him anymore. Nothing except one. His son. Aryaman Singh Thakur Five years old. A child who had learned early that people leave... and promises don't stay. If Rudransh had built walls, Aryaman had learned to live within them. And then, she entered. Not with power. Not with demand. But with silence that matched theirs. Ishani Sharma A woman who had known pain in ways she never spoke of. Who carried her past like a shadow she couldn't outrun. Who held her child as if that alone was reason enough to survive. She didn't belong in his world. And yet, she became a part of it. A marriage not built on love, but on necessity. On power. On a name she never asked to carry. He didn't want her. His son wouldn't accept her. But she stayed. Not loudly. Not forcefully. Just... there. And in the middle of it all... there was Arohi, breathing life into the silence. A child too young to understand pain, yet the only one who carried light into a life built on shadows. And in a house where silence ruled, where love had once been broken and buried. something began to shift. Not all at once. Not enough to be called love. But enough... to change everything. Because behind power, behind silence, behind every unspoken truth lies a story hidden beneath the VEIL OF THRONE (A/n : This book is for mature audiences, contains explicit content. Do read only if you are comfortable.) # Top10 in India from 07.05.2026

𝕵𝖆𝖍𝖓𝖆𝖛𝖎 22, is trapped in a web she never wanted - forced by her father to betray Krish Ravichandran, the young CEO whose world she's about to shatter. 𝕶𝖗𝖎𝖘𝖍 𝕽𝖆𝖛𝖎𝖈𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖗𝖆𝖓, 26, built JK Pixels from scratch, his life shaped by ambition, loss, and the people he loves most. But betrayal changes everything. The warm, charming man disappears, replaced by a cold, ruthless force determined to make Jahnavi pay - through a marriage forged in control and fire. Secrets will unravel. Loyalties will be tested. And in the shadows of desire and revenge, Jahnavi must decide: survive... or surrender to the one she was never supposed to love. WARNING: Contains highly mature content⚠️

Scene one- She pick her phone and handbag, then stand in front of me, head high,eyes challenging, little smile and says "𝗟𝗲𝘁'𝘀 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆 𝗮 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝘂𝗴 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗶𝘅 𝗱𝗮𝘆𝘀, 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗱𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂" She leaves, hips swaying, completely aware of the effect she has. My breath hitches. No. Stop. Control yourself, Scene two- As I am entering, I see that fucker shouting ,pointing directly at my wifey. "Who the hell are you hnnn" "𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗠𝗿𝘀 𝗔𝗯𝗵𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗦𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗵𝘂" I replies in cold voice sending a shiver down his spine. With three long steps, I reach him and punch that fucker three times and tell mumma and bunny to go in. But to my shock, my biwi take two steps ahead and kick that fucker hard at most sensitive area with her heels . With a smiling face she move in. Scene 3- He close his eyes, breathing unevenly, my name escaping from his mouth at end. "𝗙𝘂𝗰𝗸 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆" Leaving his hand, taking two steps back, arms cross, in low and teasing voice, I speak up "𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗯𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵" He open his dark eyes , stare at me shamelessly, finally speak up "𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗲𝘁 𝗺𝗲" I chuckle, and move ahead.Placing my feet softly over his feet,closing the distance to his ear, sending a soft breath teasingly near his ear and whisper, "𝗜 𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻, 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗶𝗴 𝗯𝗮𝗯𝘆" He stand there, System hange 440 volt ka jatka Banda out of planet Please don't judge my book, it's my first book. You need to read till chapter 12 for all above scenes. Tropes- IPS Officer × Professor Mature × Childish Arranged Marriage He Fell First & Harder Strong fl

#top 2 on 3.09.2025 #top 2 on 10.10.2025 #top 5 on 14.10.2025 #top 4 on 15.10.2025 #top 6 on 16.10.2025 This is republishing of the previous book with many changes and new additions read on your own risk .. Has been earlier rated as... MT: multiple times #1 in adult themes (MT) #1 in maturecontent (MT) #1 in romance #1 in couple #1 in arranged #2 in single parent #2 in Indian #2 in desi romance

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Aarna never thought two pink lines could shake her world. She stood frozen, staring at the test in her trembling hands. Pregnant. A word she had longed to hear, yet feared the most. Would he accept it? Or would he push her away again, just like before? The door creaked open. Her heart pounded. Sharad's sharp gaze met hers. "What are you hiding?" Her breath hitched. She wasn't ready for this. Not yet.

"Let me get this straight," Danish's voice is sharp, his disbelief barely masked. "You want me to pretend to be in love with you?" Kiara tilts her head, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "No, Malhotra. I want you to pretend you never stopped." For as long as Kiara Oberoi could remember, life had been a race she was never allowed to lose. And standing in her way at every turn? Danish Malhotra. Her biggest rival. Her greatest weakness. The boy who knew exactly how to ruin her. They spent their years locked in battle-academic rankings, debate championships, internships, and scholarships-neither willing to give the other an inch. They fought in front of the whole world. They fought when no one was watching. And somewhere in between all those fights, between the sharp words and long stares- they fell. It started with a project that forced them together. Forced them to see past the rivalry, past the competition, past the carefully built walls. Forced them to face the fact that they understood each other in ways no one else ever had. They fought for years-until one night, she gave him everything. And the next day? She destroyed him. "I could never love someone who doesn't even know his own origins." And then, she left. No warnings. No explanations. Just silence. Now, she's back. Same fire. Same hunger. Same boy she left behind-only now, he's colder, crueler, untouchable. And this time, they aren't just academic rivals. They're business enemies. And she needs him to fake date her. She isn't leaving without him this time. She says it's to win a war. He knows it's to win him back. But some fires never die- And this time, they might burn for real.

Vihaan's POV The more you run from me, the worse I'll. become for you, jaan. Anayra's POV I'll run away from you, no matter what. happens next. ~ DESCRIPTION ~ "Please... let me go," she cried, her voice trembling as she struggled in his grip. Her small hands pushed against his chest, but his hold only tightened. Vihaan stood there, expressionless-his face a mask of cold dominance. "Never," he said, his voice low and final. Without another word, he dragged her closer to the sacred fire burning before the idols of Radha and Krishna. The flames flickered, casting shadows that danced over their faces. As he began taking the vows, his hand locked around hers, her tears streaming down like shattered pearls. She kept wiggling, crying, begging-but his resolve never wavered. When the final vow was taken, she looked at him through blurred eyes, hatred lacing her trembling voice. "I hate you," she whispered, before her body gave in and she collapsed-unconscious in his arms. For a long moment, Vihaan just stared at her pale face, a dark calm settling over his features. Then, with a faint, twisted smile, he murmured, "And I'm obsessed with you." He carried her out, placing her gently on his lap as he sat inside the car. His fingers brushed against her tear-stained cheek, his voice dropping to a possessive whisper. "You're mine... only mine." No one could have imagined that one day, she would be bound to someone like this-forcefully, fatefully, irrevocably.

Zayn, the charming heir to a royal dynasty, was celebrated for his good looks, charisma, and successful empire. His opulent lifestyle was the stuff of dreams, but deep within, he longed for a partner who could match his intellect and share his values. Elizha, a brilliant dermatologist renowned for her expertise, was not only stunning but also compassionate. She had dedicated her life to helping others feel beautiful in their skin. Despite their starkly different worlds, Zayn and Elizha's families believed in the magic of arranged marriages. When they met, sparks flew instantly. Zayn, dressed in a custom-made royal attire, exuded elegance, and Elizha's beauty was enhanced by the richly embroidered traditional bridal attire. Their conversations were sprinkled with humor, intellect, and a shared sense of adventure. Zayn was captivated by Elizha's intelligence, and Elizha was drawn to Zayn's caring and thoughtful nature. It was a union that seemed destined, as if their paths had been intricately woven by fate. that others could only dream of, as the prince and princess of their own modern-day fairytale.