This story is set in 1980s. Vikrant Singh Rathore, the Sarpanch of the village and also A doctor in village. Possessive and Dominant , Loves his family a lot and hates lies . ------ Shivantika Singh, daughter of farmer who think of her as burden and just want to get rid of her. Lost her mother in childhood itself. Never got the love she deserved . This story contains highly mature content 🔞. Mention of violence, abuse ( not by male lead) and sucide . This story is mine ©️ DO NOT TRY TO COPY IT.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

In 1991, when silence was expected from broken women, Chanda chose to walk away. Escaping an abusive marriage should have meant freedom... but her village answered with curses, judgment, and exile. Cast aside by the very people who once called her their own, Chanda believed life had nothing gentle left to offer. Then fate placed her path beside Surya Deshmukh - an IAS officer known for his discipline, but not for the quiet kindness that lived in his heart. In a world that tried to break her, Surya, Her Husband and his parents did something rare: they chose compassion over gossip, dignity over doubt, and love over fear. What begins as shelter slowly becomes healing... and what starts as kindness begins to bloom into a love neither of them expected. But can a woman scarred by the past believe she deserves happiness again? Set in the India of 1991, this is a story of courage, second chances, and a love that rises where the world once tried to bury hope. Sometimes, the bravest thing a woman can do... is begin again. #secondmarriage 2 #marriageofconvenience 3 #2 Romance #1 India #3 Indian #4 India # Marriage #4 Marriage #3 Secondchance #romance 4 #indian 2 #india 1

✨ May I Come In, Sir? ✨ In Classroom, Her : May I come in? ❤️💐 In Bedroom, Him : May I Come in? 🌚🌝 💥 Arhaan Rajvansh - The Predator in a Suit Cold. Calculating. Crowned in vengeance. His silence is louder than a scream, his touch colder than betrayal. A man who doesn't chase love - he hunts, to ruin. And when he sets his eyes on a secret... nothing can stop him from uncovering it. 💫 Inayat Dixit - The Sunshine with a Storm Beneath Soft smiles. Gentle words. A heart that loves too deeply... and hides too much. But don't be fooled - beneath the laughter lies a fire that can burn down empires. She wasn't born to break hearts - she was born to survive. ❤️‍🔥 Their Dynamic • He pushes. She dares to stay. • He scares. She calms. • His world is revenge. Hers is hope. • He guards his demons. She brings out his humanity. The girl he wanted to destroy... Became the one thing he couldn't survive without. --- ⚡ A tale where obsession meets innocence... and secrets are deadlier than love. 📌 When destiny collides again and again... when two broken souls are forced into each other's worlds... what wins in the end? 🥀 Revenge... or Love? 🌙 Spicy Teaser: She was busy licking her ice cream, eyes sparkling, carefree. "Do you want to..?" she offered innocently. He smirked, voice dark with mischief. "I also want to lick, but not the ice cream, Sunshine." --- 🔞 A slow-burn, professor × student, age-gap romance tangled with hidden identities, bloodline revenge, and twisted intimacy. 👑 A dark game where every touch confuses, every truth destroys, and every kiss is a war. --- 💬 What do you think? When destiny keeps colliding... will Arhaan and Inayat write their story in blood... or in love? --- 💔 Enemy to Lovers | 🎓 Professor × Student | ⏳ 8-Year Age Gap | 🔥 Slow Burn Revenge Romance

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 never imagined that her first year of college would begin with a marriage she wasn't prepared for... And definitely not with 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 - the campus heartthrob, gym freak, extrovert, and the boy every girl dreams of. She is shy, soft, and chubby. He is bold, confident, and terrifyingly handsome. Two opposites. One unexpected marriage. A secret that no one in campus can know. But the more they hide... the closer they fall. Because sometimes, your stranger husband becomes the only person your heart chooses. Tropes: • Arranged marriage • Secret marriage • Sunshine × Grumpy • College romance • Age gap • Possessive ML • Shy FL • Slow burn • Forced proximity • Hidden relationship ⚠️ Warnings: • Mature themes • Slowburn romance • Jealous/Possessive moments • Family drama • Light emotional scenes

#Top 1 in INDIA [24/jan - 05/feb/2026] "They have different stories, but fate forced them into one." VIVAN SINGHANIA- feared by many, respected by all. A man whose name carries power, whose silence is sharper than words. To the world, he is untouchable. To Aarvi, he is the husband she never chose. AARVI SISODIYA- soft-spoken, innocent, and delicate as glass. A girl whose dreams were shattered in a single night, leaving her tied to a man who looks at her with nothing but resentment. She never asked for this marriage, yet she is forced to live in its shadow. KIARA MEHRA- the woman Vivan loved, the girlfriend he never wanted to let go of. The name that keeps Aarvi from ever being seen. --- But when destiny traps Vivan and Aarvi under the same roof, the war between them begins. Hate collides with hidden emotions, silence turns into stolen moments, and the line between enemies and something more begins to blur. Can a marriage built on pain ever turn into love... or will it only break her more? ♥ ♥ ♥ #01 - wattpadindia (30/10/25) #02 - lovetriangle (28/12/25) #02 - wife (25/10/25) #03 - romcom (07/11/25)

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 Calm 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 WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. 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!!

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.