She was a student who believed in freedom. He was a professor who worshipped discipline. They had nothing in common-except the one thing they couldn't escape: marriage. Aarohi Pandey, bold, brilliant, and unapologetically rebellious, never imagined her future would be tied to the man she despised most-her arrogant Biology professor, Aashutosh Kulkarni. He was everything she hated: serious, rigid, and too full of himself. She was everything he couldn't stand: impulsive, loud, and always late. But when their families force them into a marriage neither of them wanted, they strike a deal-live as strangers for one year, then part ways. No feelings. No expectations. No strings. But life under the same roof begins to blur lines. Between shared silences and stolen glances, between jealousy and unspoken care, love begins to bloom where hate once grew. Will they hold on to their pride-or surrender to the feelings they never planned to have?

~ TELUGU BOOK (With Translations) BOOK 1 IN CHAOTIC VOWS SERIES "I was sold in the name of duty," she whispered. "Every time, they called it love." He clenched his fists. "Who taught you that pain is the price of belonging?" "Life," she laughed bitterly. "And people I trusted." Her voice broke. "I learned to survive without dreaming." He stepped closer. "And I will teach you how to live again." She looked away. "What if I'm already ruined?" "Then I'll love every broken piece," he said softly. Tears fell. "I'm tired of being strong." "Then rest," he murmured. "I'll carry you now." For the first time, darkness felt afraid of hope. TROPES: • Arranged Marriage by Him • Forced Marriage • Childhood Sweethearts • Slow-Burn Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder • Forced Proximity • Wounded Heroine • Protective / Calm Hero • Hidden Past / Secrets "She's been broken, betrayed, and sacrificed... until he became the sunshine in her storm. Will love finally heal her scars, or will the shadows of the past win? Dive into this slow-burn, heart-wrenching romance and find out!"

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

Book - 1 (Best friends series) Aditya x Meera 🎀 Meet Mr. Aditya Singhania India's most feared mafia king. Ruthless and merciless. He's the enigmatic diamond tycoon, commands attention wherever he goes. His chiseled jawline, piercing brown eyes and a cold, calculating demeanor mask his true identity. Aditya rules his shadowy empire with a iron fist. And there's Meera Sharma a short tempered and loving girl. Who want to live her life like all freedom. But, His Obsession is a wildfire, fierce and all consuming. In a world where power bent to his will, she is the one thing he cannot control, and that it drives him mad. Her laughter haunted his sleepless nights, her defiance ignites a dangerous hunger in his veins. He craves her like a man craves air, and no amount of chaos, bloodshed, or war can extinguish his need. His world was built on fear and respect, but for her, he is willing to burn kingdoms to ash. She is his addiction, his salvation, and his madness all wrapped in the one thing he was willing to ruin himself for.

SHEDULE: EVERY MONDAY When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power?

Two strangers. One arranged marriage. And a love that arrived slowly... softly... in gestures, in silences, and in moments no one else ever noticed. Shivika Verma has always lived just a little behind the curtain-compared, overlooked, unseen. Prerit Sabharwal has always carried the weight of being the eldest, responsible, ambitious, expected to never falter. When their families arranged their marriage, neither felt ready. But life has a quiet way of teaching that love isn't loud or dramatic... it's tender, unhurried, and real. They were strangers bound by promise, not choice. Yet in the small, everyday moments- the shared silence, the hesitant glances, the warmth of eachother... something unspoken began to bloom. Some love stories ignite with sparks. Theirs began with a quiet that pulled them closer.. and kept them there. Dedicated: To every girl who craves a guy who will baby her softly- who will listen, hold, cherish... and love her gently, without asking her to be anything more than herself.

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐗 𝐇𝐈𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀) 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫. 𝐀 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤.💘 𝑯𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅, heir to one of India's largest business empires, has always lived life on her own terms-strong-willed, independent, and determined to forge her own path. 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂, a man shaped by heartbreak and a past he can't forget, now lives for the lives he can save. A traveller, a healer, a stranger to attachments-he keeps his heart guarded. When fate throws them together, two broken hearts collide in ways neither expected. One chance at healing, one journey that will test trust, courage, and the meaning of love. 📚✨ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬! 🙏 📖 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭! 💖

"I've lived every profession, every life, every soul in my 1000 years.... Abb to bss uska ban k jeena h!!" "I wanted to be her prince, but she made me her VILLIAN!!" ｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕⁠｡⁠◕｡ This is Fanfiction based story, it includes magic, Rebirth, Romance, A prince, A princess and A Villain.

✧˖°.🜲.°˖✧ 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝟷 𝓸𝒇 𝓕𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ✧˖°.🜲.°˖✧ BOUND BY VENGEANCE, IGNITED BY LOVE This is the story of the descendants of the Chandravansh and their heirs! Moksh, who believes that death is the ultimate release, Drishya, whose mere gaze leaves people wounded, Samarthya, who annihilates enemies with his strength, and Love, who girls desire but lives in a world of his own. In their lives, words like love and romance don't exist. These four are the epitome of destruction, each living for one purpose-revenge. However, a twist of fate brings them face to face with love. Their love stories unfold in unexpected ways-some trapped by deception, some by force, some by deal, and some due to a single night's mistake. Who are these four innocent souls whose lives get entangled with four fireballs of destruction? Will they manage to save themselves? Or will they fall into a world where love is a forbidden word? Can they fill the hearts of these four brothers with Ishq-e-Ibadat? Or will they lose the very essence of love forever? Discover this intense journey of passion, revenge, and love, where hearts battle against fate and the definition of love is rewritten.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!