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

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. ••••••••• "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."

He wasn't the man she was supposed to marry. But when her fiancé cheated on the day of their wedding, his elder brother stepped in - not out of love, but to protect her dignity. Sharvika never wanted Veeransh. She never forgave him for what she thought he'd stolen. So she wore the bridal red with rage in her heart and vengeance on her lips. Veeransh accepted her coldness, her silence, her subtle punishments - all without defense. He never asked for her love. He only offered quiet protection... and took every blame she threw like it was his to carry. But hatred is a fragile thing when laid beside kindness. And guilt? Guilt never stays buried forever. As truths unravel, so does her heart - piece by piece, in the arms of the man she swore to hate. A story of broken vows, silent sacrifice, and a love that was never meant to happen... but did anyway. ........... Tropes: Marriage of convenience Fiancé runs, brother replaces Cold wife × quiet, protective husband He takes the blame, she gives the pain Guilt. Resentment. Silent love. .......... Words count : 49,600 ......... Started on : July 17, 2025 Completed on : ......... ! This story is complete work of imagination and it's completely mine ! ......... Pictures:- Pinterest (credits to the rightful owners)

Book 1 of Ranawat Series Opposites attract? Opposites collide.. She didn't trust men. She didn't trust Trust. She lived in pain and had learnt to thrive in it. He was busy being the best. He didn't have time for anyone. Even himself. But under all that calm he was lonely. Both didn't believe in fate. But it was fate that brought them together. They collided like two blackholes and their explosion created the most beautiful symphony of passion and desire. Their love is a storm. The question is - will they wield it or let it destroy their very beings? This is the story of Ishani and Ayansh Tropes: Forced marriage Arranged marriage CEO X CEO Dark romance Cold mmc X Cold fmc Billionaire romance Indian romance

ONLY SAMPLE CHAPTERS "What's your name?" He asked her in a straight cold tone. Akshita and all the employees stared at him as if he was a GHOST, but he kept looking at her with an emotionless face. "Ask her for her name", he ordered the girl, his voice indicating danger. "Wh...What is...is your name Miss?" the girl asked Akshita, stuttering out of fear. "Ak...Akshita" she replied, looking anywhere but at him, blinking her eyes to stop her tears. Fortunately, she was successful. What kind of woman would like it when her husband asks for her name, 4 months after their marriage! That too in front of all those people who know about their relationship? "Full Name" He commands. "Akshita Raghuvanshi", she replies again. The girl's eyes widened in realization. "I said FULL. NAME." He ordered furiously, stressing on the last two words. "Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" she replied again, this time looking down. The name itself gives shivers. "Mrs. Akshita Ekansh Raghuvanshi" He states every word clearly, looking at Akshita. She snaps her head towards him in an instant, shock and confusion evident in her expressions. Her full name, from his mouth, created a domination aura around the place. It gave her butterflies, his name with hers, as one. ----------- It's a Fictional book I don't have any intentions to hurt anyone's feelings so please don't take it on heart. It's my own imagination so I will not like if someone copy my work! Be thoughtful before doing! #1 on Wattpad #2 on Comedy #1 in India #76 out of 2.1 Million (in Romance) #21 out of 2.36 Million (in Love) #8 out of 172K (in heartbreak) #10 out of 266K (in family) #3 out of 64K (in marriage) #1 (in the Royal family)

Book 1 of the Second Chances Series #43 in spiritual as of December 2017 #6 in muslimlovestory as of July 2018 All her life, Mariam Waseem had been told that she will be marrying Rehan Khan, her childhood friend, and her father's business partner's son. Rehan and Mariam fell in love with each other at the tender age of 17 and 14 respectively. Now 23 and 20, they're waiting for Mariam to complete her graduation, only a few months away to finally be married. So, when Mariam is told that she is to be married to Zeyad Ali, a business colleague of her father's instead of Rehan, she is devastated. Not only is he 10 years her senior, but has a 5 months old son, Zahaan left behind by his deceased wife. He's not very friendly and definitely not her age. But, she had to admit that he was the most handsome man she had ever seen. With light green eyes, copper hair, and height that reached 6'2 he was even better looking than Rehan. But, being the obliging, good daughter that she was, she agreed to marry him. Not because he was well off or good looking. No. But, because she was a good woman and wanted his little boy to have a mother. Find out what happens when these two completely different people are tied together in an arranged marriage. Add to it an adorable son, a former lover, and of course three families. Will she be able to break through Zeyad's tough exterior and gain his love? all the while trying to be a good mother to their son, Zahaan. Or will it take her everything? And leave her with nothing. Started: June 2017 Completed: January 2019 Edited : In the process Warning ⚠️ This book contains a poorly written yet amazing plot because it was written by an 18 year old me. I am not the same person with the same beliefs anymore I DO NOT OWN any of the pictures! The cover photo belongs to Mr. Gautam Kullar. This is my original work, please do not try to steal it. I have the copyrights.

Saumya... Tomorrow is the big day of my life. The engagement day. I was busy praying and something cold was touching my neck. I shivered. Was it any insect ?? Thinking so i slowly opened my eyes and found a guy was really looking close to me. Huhh ?? Why is he really close thinking so i looked down and i found a wedding chain around my neck. What ?? I shouted. He smirked back. Who are you ?? I shouted. Your husband he husked back. Before i could say or do something he held my hand and pulled me away with him. I saw my family for the last time who were struggling to come near me but were held by few men. What is happening to me ?? Who is he ?? Why did he marry me ?? Advay.. She is my temptation. The forbidden fruit. I was supposed to stay away from her. But.. here is the big but. My mind played her images every time. It pulled me to the stage where I couldn't live without her presence. And my heart supported it. My heart ached for one single touch of hers. It pained to hear that I couldn't make her mine because she was about to become someone's. Finally I succumbed to my own desires. My mind worked overdrive. My heart liked the idea. Here I'm tying her fate to mine with a single knot and a pinch of sindoor. I hope she will forgive me for this. I don't regret making her mine. Cause without her I'm nothing. Without her there is no life for me. Without her I will be living corpse. Pulling her wrist i walked towards my car. The journey towards my home... OUR HOME.... Saumya Tripathi a lovely girl from a small town with nothing big but a small wish is to settle in a normal marital life... her engagement was the next day when she was married to the multi billionaire Advay Srivatsav who is famous for his anger and cold nature... What will happen when he comes to know that his wife will be the exact opposite of him in anything and everything... will he make her fall for her or will she leave him and go away.... Every sunday will be updated...

"You think this marriage makes you mine?" His voice was low, almost dangerous - like a warning cloaked in silk. She didn't flinch. Didn't lower her gaze. "No," she said softly, but firmly. "But I think it terrifies you that I never wanted to be." For a moment, the air between them thickened - not with hate, but something far more dangerous. He took a step closer, the shadows playing across the sharp lines of his face. "Careful, Ridhima," he murmured, voice dipping into something raw, something real. "You're starting to matter more than you should... And I don't know what scares me more - losing control... or losing you."

He married the wrong sister. Or did he? Revenge was the plan. She was the twist. He was meant to marry her sister. But when she fled, Ahalya Mukherjee was forced into the fire. Shaurya Chatterjee wanted revenge. She became his target. Cold vows. Silent dinners. Locked doors. But the girl he thought was fragile? She held secrets too. Now, in a mansion full of ghosts and whispers, love is the most dangerous thing of all. 🥇#1- Wattpad 🥇#1- Forced Marriage 🥇#1- Coldhearted 🥇#1- Torture 🥇#1- Substitute 🥇#1- Bengali 🥇#1- Arranged 🥈#2- Desiromance 🥉#3- Replacement 🥉#3- Billionaire --- Disclaimer: ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞 This story is a work of fiction meant for mature audiences. It explores complex emotions, intense relationships, and the journey from pain to healing through love and forgiveness. While some scenes depict difficult moments, the heart of this story is about redemption, hope, and the power of love to transform even the darkest pasts. The characters and events are fictional and created to tell a story of emotional growth and resilience. Images belong to their respective owners.