an arranged marriage set up in 1970's.. an Indian marriage story of shravanya sethi and vedansh Thakur. tropes :- arranged marriage age gap (7 years) old school love dominant ML X innocent FL patriarchal mindset adult themes happy ending

_____________________________________ ✨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. 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!!

Years ago, they were bound by a mistake called marriage. Too young to understand love, too proud to stay. They walked away , carrying the scars, the silence, and a story left unfinished. Now, after years apart, Arjun and Avantika stand on opposite ends of success , independent, unstoppable, and untouched by the past... or so they believe. But fate is never done playing its game. One unexpected meeting and all the walls they built begin to tremble. This time, there are no childish promises. No anger. No blame. Just two broken souls, learning to love the right way , the adult way , with patience, depth, and the kind of longing that never really dies. Maybe this is what destiny always meant .... not the love they lost, but the one they were meant to grow into. A story of second chances, healing hearts, and a love reborn in its most mature form. "They were too young to love right. Now fate gives them one last chance."

Krityvirya Singh Rathore is the king of Jodhpur. He is also a 32-year-old single father. He cannot bear to see even a single tear in his 3-year-old son's eyes. But his son has been crying continuously for the past three days - and the one he's crying for, Krityvirya has now set out to find. "I will find her, even if I have to dig up the earth or tear through the skies," he said, and walked out of Uday Mahal. Phool is a 18 years old girl who was a princess of Chittorgarh Every night, she sees the same terrifying dream. She desperately wants to be free from it. "I don't want to see this dream again! I don't want to see it!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

𝗧𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. Because even in the darkest times, honour can bloom into love and love into freedom. ⚠️ This story contains mature and explicit content. Read at your own risk (18+). --- Set in 1960s Bengal, Gunjan Saha, a 17-year-old girl whose eyes still hold the innocence of monsoon skies, yet whose heart knows only fear and silence. After her mother's death, she endures her stepmother's cruelty, dreaming only of kindness, freedom, and being seen as someone worthy of love. Riddhiman Roy Chowdhury, the 29-year-old son of the village sarpanch, returns from London as a gold-medalist barrister determined to reform his village. But destiny has another plan... one that ties his fate to a fragile, innocent girl. One night, Gunjan runs barefoot through the lanes, escaping the men her stepmother sold her to, and destiny leads her to him... the man who would rewrite her story. When whispers taint her name for taking refuge in his house, Riddhiman does the unthinkable... he marries her. Before the same eyes that condemned her, he takes her hand and gives her honour. Bound first by duty, their marriage slowly becomes a sanctuary of trust, hope, and forbidden desire. As Gunjan learns to smile again, Riddhiman fights the one battle he never expected... the battle of his own heart. A man of reason and law. A girl of innocence and faith. Bound not by romance, but by righteousness and something far more fragile... unspoken love. But what happens when duty starts to feel like desire? Will he ever see her as more than a responsibility? And will she find the freedom she's been longing for... in the heart of the man who became her protector?

She didn't understand the concept of marriage....not Fully for her it meant that she will be safe and her parents wanted this ....so without much thought ,she agreed to marry ....without knowing what the relationship between husband and wife truly is. He always spoke against the injustice in the society...but now he's marrying a 15 year old girl ...he never thought that this will happen but he didn't have any choice..... It's an 80's based story and before coming to conclusions plz read the story

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

what will happen if an heartless mafia get married to pure angel? (𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙘𝙚𝙙 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚🫀) SIDHARTH RATHORE(or devil) (Next king of Rajasthan) -; they feared me because I feared nothing! ; They call me monster but is it really my fault that I became a monster? I don't run from my demons I learned their name! RADHIKA SHARMA (Pure angel🫀) -; Future belong to those who believe in the beauty of their dream! she can make a grown man forget how to breathe;! 🫀 SIDHARTH&RADHIKA-; IF they tried to take her from him , he'd rip the world apart from his bare hand AND for some reason, that didn't terrify him! ; SNEAK PEEK-; I will only marry her otherwise I will not marry anyone-;sidharth .. i may be heartless but you are naive-;siddharth . .... you like that huh.? .... -;sidharth you will Quiver and shake and whisper my name like a fervant prayer🍂-;sidharth

The story is set in a time when there used to be kings and queens. In the kingdom of Shravangarh, a girl is married to her King, her bestfriend, the one who knows her by heart.The beginning of their relationship is the beginning of war. So is their marriage just a responsibility or something else? This is a story about a Queen who is obsessed with her husband and a King who crazy about his wife. ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence) so proceed with caution. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. Readers discretion is advised.