Ishita Verma never prayed for love. She prayed for escape. Aarav Rajput never believed in destiny. He believed in control. One impulsive moment inside a temple binds two strangers into a marriage neither of them planned, wanted, or understood. A secret husband. A hidden wife. A cold CEO and an introverted girl pretending to be strangers in public. This is not a love story that begins with romance. This is a marriage that learns how to survive before it learns how to feel. Note: Guys this story's plot struck me suddenly and I tried to make it as better as possible from my imagination. Guys please follow atleast till part 30 if you feel it is not what you thought it would be. I am a first time writer so I hope everyone will support me and help me grow ❤️

꧁❀~☞ •:༺🎀༻ 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚 ༺🎀༻:• ☜~❀꧂ Ⓣⓗⓔⓘⓡ ⓛⓘⓣⓣⓛⓔ ⓟⓡⓘⓝⓒⓔⓢⓢ He stared at her and she looked back with her wide, doe like eyes, tears began to well up in those beautiful hazel depths, shimmering like broken glass, without a moment's hesitation, he gently pulled her into a hug, shielding her from the world "Calm down, princess. See your papa is alright" he said, softly stroking her hair "N-no yo-you ar-are ly-lying y-you a-are no-not we-well" she said between hiccups ( No, you are lying, you are not well ) She hugged him tightly, like if she let go, he would disappear ❖ She looked at them in confusion, not understanding why they were laughing at her Mr. Handsome "Why are you all making fun of Mr. Handsome? You shouldn't do that, you all know Mr. Handsome is god's favorite" She said cutely, her lips forming into a pout "How do you know if he's god's favorite or not?" His son asked, half teasing "Because he has seven babies and Nanimaa used to say that when god is happy with someone, he gives them a baby.....If he's really happy, he gives one more and god is very happy with Mr. Handsome.....that's why god gave him seven babies and that's why Mr. Handsome is god's favorite" she said innocently They all looked at her and then, at her Mr. Handsome and burst into laughter ❖ He is her Mr. Handsome🕊 -her saviour -her protector -and her home. 𓆩♡𓆪 She is his daughter🦋 -his jaan -his angel -and his life ✤❀✤ 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤

She was never loved. Blamed for her mother's death and treated like a burden, Anaya Malhotra grew up in a house that never felt like home. Silence became her shield... and pain, her only companion. But her life takes a darker turn when she is forced into a marriage with Aarav Rathore - a man known for his cold heart, ruthless decisions, and a past no one dares to question. To him, she is nothing more than a deal. To his powerful family, she is an outsider. And to herself... she is already broken. But behind her silence lies a strength no one sees. And behind his coldness hides a storm he cannot control. When betrayal shatters what little remains between them, and a truth comes to light too late... Will he fight for the woman he once destroyed? Or will she walk away - carrying a secret that could change everything? A story of pain, power, betrayal, and redemption... Where love is not given. It is earned. #DarkRomance #ForcedMarriage #UnwantedBride #RathoreSeries #SlowBurn

🌙 #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟎𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 And before he could walk away, she wrapped her arms around his waist from behind, her cheek pressed to his back. "You think I'm afraid of you. I'm not." He went still, his entire body tense. "Vaidehi," he said hoarsely. "Let go." She only held tighter. "No." "Let go!" His voice broke, deeper, more desperate. "Don't make me hurt you." "You won't," she whispered, her voice trembling yet sure. He exhaled sharply and turned, breaking free from her arms. His hands found her thorat, holding her still but not hurting her. His eyes burned into hers - full of fury, fear, and something far more dangerous. "Hum aapko barbaad kar denge," he hissed, voice low and shaking. "Aap dur rahiye humse, Vaidehi. I'm not the man you think I am. I destroy everything I touch." Tears spilled down her cheeks, but she met his gaze without flinching. "Then destroy me," she said quietly. "But stop running." 🌙 Vaidehi's world turns upside down when her family's business begins to collapse. In a desperate attempt to save their company, her father, Virendra Bansal, accepts a deal from the powerful Suryavanshi family - a merger sealed not only with signatures, but with marriage. Rudra Suryavanshi, the cold and ruthless heir, is forced to marry Vaidehi as part of his father's deal. To him, she's nothing more than another chain binding his freedom, a reminder of his father's control. But to Vaidehi, raised on love and duty, this marriage is her sacrifice - a way to save her family. What begins as a deal of power and resentment takes a complicated turn after one fateful night leaves her pregnant with his child. Now, tied by something far deeper than business, Rudra must face the emotions he's long buried - and Vaidehi must decide whether love can bloom in the ruins of hate. 🌙

To the criminal underworld, 32-year-old DIG Devarish Veeramuthu is the "Lion of Chennai"-a towering, ruthless, and hyper-moral police officer. But inside the walls of Anbu Illam (The House of Love), he is just "Deva Mama," the ultimate shield for his innocent, 23-year-old niece, Dr. Mithra. She is the pampered darling of the family, easily frightened by the world, yet possessing an absolute, demanding trust in him. one night of chemical-induced madness shatters the lives of Devarish, the feared "Lion" DIG, and Mithra, the family's brilliant "Healer." To save Devarish from his own overwhelming guilt and political enemies, Mithra makes the ultimate sacrifice: Mithra must use her newborn strength to heal the man who broke her, forcing the guilt-ridden protector to finally see her not as a victim, but as his anchor and his flame.

Two lives tied together by marriage now they have to adjust with each other. Let's see how their life is with ups and downs, and understanding each other Meet Akshi, a cute bubbly girl who enjoy her life and also make smile on others face.She is professor by profession and love her family a lot And now meet Krityam typical arrogant,rude and ruthless billionaire for the whole world but sweet and caring for his family and loved ones. what happens when these two personalities tied with each other will they fall in love or not ? Let's see Hey guys ✋ I know you read a lot of love story also give this story a chance may be you like this story... In this story there is not a lot of misunderstanding between characters and fights. This story is only my imagination if there is any part that match with another story that is just coincidence. All pictures in this story are not owned by me. @top_procrastinator24 many many thanks to you for story cover

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙚 . This story may begin with an accidental pregnancy, but it's not a toxic relationship. Both the male and female leads are complete green flags - mature, respectful, and emotionally supportive. There will be no cheating, no abuse. Their journey will be filled with love, understanding, growth, and a beautifully happy ending.

Prologue When honey turns bitter, even sweetness scars the tongue. Revenge that was the fire keeping Arjun Rathore Mehra alive. An orphan turned billionaire, he learned that love was a lie and trust a blade. Power wasn't enough. For his enemy Raj Malhotra sharma, Arjun needed something crueler: Raj's daughter, Aarohi. Twenty years old. Blue eyes like oceans. A fragile girl who believed in fairytales. Arjun gave her soft words, tender smiles, and promises under the stars. She surrendered her trust, her laughter, her innocence. For her, it was love. For him, it was a weapon. Then her world shattered. "I never loved you, Aarohi. You were just my game. My bed. My weapon." Her father's slap burned her skin, her mother's silence sealed her fate. Alone and disgraced, she left behind two trembling words: "Forgive me." Arjun didn't look back. In his mind, she would heal. Arjun thought nothing of it. The project was his. Revenge complete. Until fate punished him. On a crowded street, he saw her again wearied, rough-handed, whispers trailing her: "Carrying a bastard... no better than a whore." Tears fell. And then he saw her belly seven months heavy. Every insult she suffered, every tear she shed was because of him. His revenge had left her alone with a burden she never deserved: a child without a father's name or protection. And in that moment, his triumph turned to ash. That was when honey turned bitter. The project was his. But the price was her. Some wounds never fade. Some sins never find redemption. Some loves cannot survive the moment when honey turns bitter. Because the cruelest truth is this: once honey turns bitter, it can never be sweet again. ❝Has Arjun already lost her forever? Is he too late to mend what he destroyed? Or is fate already written in poison? Can even the bitterest honey still hold a trace of sweetness... if only she lets him in?❞ ✨ When Honey Turns Bitter a tale of love, betrayal, and a revenge that cost more than it ever

Ranvijay Singh Rathore (32), is commanding, stoic, and fiercely protective-a man of few words whose love is expressed through actions. Dominant, stubborn, and competitive, he prioritizes duty and order over overt affection. Niyati Joshi (23), is gentle, empathetic, and graceful, yet quietly strong and independent. She craves love, attention, and emotional connection, navigating her privileged but controlled world with patience and resilience. Their arranged marriage is a clash of contrasting needs: her desire for warmth and reassurance, his controlled, action-driven care. Survival depends on empathy, patience, and understanding, gradually discovering intimacy in unspoken gestures and shared responsibilities.