Srishti Tyagi was betrothed to Shravan Chauhan. The wedding was only a week away when her world broke apart - her fiance, whom she was to marry unalived himself. But the wedding must be held; the groom must be replaced - and the one to replace the dead turns out to be her dead betrothed's brother - Samrudh Chauhan. Will Srishti ever find love in this relationship or only scorn is what she is to expect? The story is set in the 1990s. Two powerful families coming from old money and a marriage arranged to strengthen political and economical ties. Forced marriage, replaced groom, slow burn and passionate love. Welcome!

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏: 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. "What?" she said, she couldn't believe her ears, that her Kabir ji would say something like that when he had been showering his whole life at her feet. "Kabir ji, if it's about last night, then let's solv..." "I don't want to fucking solve, and you are right I was just attracted to you physically and now that it's over, I don't see the point to be with you" I will never, ever fall. His voice echoed in her ears. "What are you saying? No no, you are lying, I know something is up that's why you are lying, is someone watching us? I'm sure, should I tell Akshu? Yeah, wait-wait, I will tell him" He held her hands and jerked her towards himself, "Your holes are way too fucking loose for me now, I don't care if you are alive or dead in an unnamed road, I don't give a flying fuck, I just wanted to fulfil my desires, and now I am bored with you, you don't make me feel anything when I fuck you, it feels like I am pounding on a sack, I disgust the feeling," .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. 𝐀 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞? •MATURE CONTENT•

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅-𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑨𝒓𝒂𝒗 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝑵𝒐𝒘, 𝒓𝒆𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌?

re writing the book once again will be same or a little different

Aadhya Agarwal, 24, a young fashion designer with dreams dipped in red, lives like the warm glow of a diya on a quiet night. She's soft in the way she speaks, fierce in the way she loves, and carries that sunshine energy that makes people feel lighter just by standing near her. She believes in soulmate-level love, in rituals, in anklets that jingle when she walks toward a future she's always imagined for herself. Abhinav Malhotra, 30, a CEO carved out of discipline and silence, moves through life like a man who's forgotten what warmth feels like. His world is made of glass offices, cold coffee, and unspoken fears. Stoic eyes, quiet voice, careful steps - the sort of man who keeps his heart locked behind his ribs because he's convinced it doesn't deserve a home. She wants a real marriage. He gives her a contract instead. No reasons. No explanations. Just rules. But every rule shakes when her warmth collides with his silence, when her middle-class softness enters his billionaire world, when her brightness starts cracking the walls he's spent years building. Two strangers. One contract. A house full of tension. A heart full of secrets. A marriage that was never meant to feel this real. Tropes: ✨ arranged marriage ✨ contract marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨ rich × middle class ✨ fall-first-but-deny-it ✨ slow-burn tension ✨ emotional healing arc

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

𝐁𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ♬♩♪♩ [ɪɴᴅɪᴀɴ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ] 𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 : A 30-year-old, 6'1", devilishly handsome man with a sharp jawline, broad shoulders, tan skin, brown eyes, and a chiseled six-pack physique that leaves women swooning. President of RK Groups, where work and friends mean everything to him. Once passionate about photography, he gave up his dreams to manage the family business after his younger brother became a lawyer. Rivaan is serious, responsible, and pragmatic but carries a deep resentment toward his circumstances. He was forced into marriage with a simple village girl, Preeti, due to his grandmother's insistence. Though he respects his grandmother, this marriage was never part of his plans, and adjusting to it will test his patience and resolve. ____________________________________ 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗶 𝗥𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 : A 22-year-old village girl, standing 5'3", with an innocent, small, and cute face, a button nose, large brown eyes, and waist-length hair. Preeti is gentle, soft-spoken, and respectful of her elders. She has never ventured out of her village, where life was simple and her dreams modest. She accepted her arranged marriage without complaint, believing it to be her duty as a daughter, but she is unprepared for the challenges of life in a big city or the cold indifference of her husband. Despite her struggles, Preeti is determined to win over her new family and adapt to her unfamiliar world, but her journey will be anything but easy. ◦•●◉✿✿◉●•◦ ______________________________________ Don't forget to vote and comment 😁 Happy reading ❤️

She is just a girl who wants a life where no pain exists but life has another one planned for her. Afsana Bansal was getting married with Isharth Purohit but on the wedding day he was gone. She married her elder brother Dhritaansh Purohit who was mysterious , toxic and rich. She had no idea that her destiny and she was her self claimed by a devil. ---------- Afsana took a deep breath and said, "Can I join college again? Just a month before the wedding, Papa had stopped me from going, but now can I-" She was about to say more when suddenly a soft cry escaped her lips. She immediately looked at her hand. Dhritansh's grip on it had become much stronger than before. He was looking at her without any expression. Afsana quickly looked at him and said, "Dhritansh ji, what are you doing? It's hurting me." Dhritansh replied in the same tone, "What were you saying?" Afsana wasn't even focused on speaking anymore. She kept looking at her hand, trying to free it. Finally, she shouted, "Dhritansh ji, stop it!" Dhritansh seemed to snap out of it all of a sudden. He looked at her hand and said, "I'm sorry, Gulabo. I'm really sorry." Saying that, he gently kissed her palm and looked back at her face. Afsana stared at him in surprise. Dhritansh placed his hand on her cheek and asked, "Did it hurt too much?" -----------

Shivaay and anika have a dark past! He considered her family to be criminal family! She considered his family to be criminal family! She worked in his office as PA to take revenge! but what will his reaction when he will know the truth! Let's see what happens in their life! Word count - ( 50,000 - 60, 000)