....A son of powerful, wealthy Sarpanch. I belong to a wealthy rich family who live in this village that is the largest one in this whole empire of Ujjain. A family that should be my love, warmth, and comfort ; but nothing like that here exist. I'm Chandra Singh Rathore, the elder brother whose marriage happened after all three younger brothers. You know why? Cause my legs have paralysis and I can't walk in my whole lifetime. Guilt. Anger. Depression. Everything has been subsided in me since childhood. I am a weak man. Very weak man who doesn't even have a true dignity in society. Sitting over the charpai of our house outside the courtyard, I think - today is my wedding night with my wife- Mohini. But the question is, how will I would make her satisfied? How will I make the satisfaction of her sex desires? A man who can't even walk, how will he protect her wife? The last question is : the marriage in which neither I give consent nor she will work? How can a forced marriage work? Mature || 18+

"A slow-burn historical romance set in colonial India - where every glance carries rebellion, and every silence hides a forbidden hope." Arthur Blake is twenty-seven - a British officer sent to survey her land, unaware of its deep-rooted silences and sacred fires. When their paths cross, it is not love at first sight - but something far deeper begins to grow between stolen glances, unspoken grief, and forbidden moments. Meera is just sixteen - a farmer's daughter from a small Rajasthani village. Gentle, curious, and quietly defiant, she dreams of reading the words she can only trace in the dust. But in a world where women are denied education and married off too young, her voice is buried before it rises. When Meera becomes a widow within months of her marriage, the village marks her cursed. But Arthur witnesses something no outsider ever should - A young widow being dragged toward flames. And he does the unthinkable. In a time where caste divides water and tradition burns without question - Can a girl like Meera ever rewrite her fate? And can a man like Arthur stand against the empire for just one broken voice? Colonial Hearts: The British Officer and the Village Girl A forbidden story. A rebellion wrapped in romance. 💔 Read now. Feel everything. "What happens when a British officer witnesses a widow being forced into flames? A forbidden story set in colonial India. Read now." #1 surveyor #1 social change #26 education

1857 - The year the soil of India turned red, not just with blood... but betrayal. Meera Thakur is the daughter of a freedom fighter. Bold, furious, and loyal to her land. Captain Aaric Grayson is a British officer - ruthless, powerful, and disturbingly obsessed. When power collides with rebellion, and obsession meets resistance - a war begins that neither the country nor their hearts are ready for. ✦ Forbidden romance ✦ Enemies-to-lovers ✦ Obsession vs loyalty ✦ This is not just a love story. This is a war between pride, power, and passion. ⚠️ Historical Fiction | Dark Themes | Wattpad Original 🔥 Updates every week 💌 Drop your thoughts in comments

She stepped into the marriage under a veil- knowing the man waiting for her was her family's sworn enemy. Two opposites, different dreams, where one is stuck on revenge while other desires freedom. Raised on hatred, bound by vows, and trapped between loyalty and desire, they were never meant to fall in love. But fate doesn't ask for permission. As truths surface and lines blur, hate turns into longing, and an unwanted marriage becomes the most dangerous thing of all-love. Because some unions are mistakes... until they aren't.

BOOK 4 IN THE MARRIAGE & REVENGE SERIES

story of love between revenge

SHEDULE: EVERY MONDAY When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power?

BOOK THREE OF DARK SERIES "Ishq aur junoon mein fark hai, Riddhi ji. Ishq mein deewangi ki hadein paar hoti hain aur junoon mein paagalpan ki. Maine inn dono ki saari hadein paar ki hai aapke liye". He wanted her She wanted revenge He trusted her blindly She sent him to prison Aashrit Raisinghania, 35 years old ruthless, sly, arrogant and cold blooded Mafia consigliere of Turkish mob lord. His rough past had made him heartless and built cold walls around his heart. He never trusted in so-called love and called it rubbish until a certain lady made her way to his heart. And he wants nothing more than her. Riddhi Malhotra, 24 years old, engineering student and a dance choreographer who was never deprived of love. Despite being a Mafia princess, she wasn't spoiled. She was a sweet yet savage, kind yet bold woman who believes in spreading love with smiles. Everything was fine, until a tall brooding mafia man snatched her peace away from her. Now she wants revenge. And that leads to an arranged marriage between them both...which was arranged by her, to destroy him. "This is going to be your end, Aashrit ji". "Ji payengi humare Bina? Soch lijiyega Riddhi ji". Warning ⚠️: 18 plus content. Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

Tumhe kisi aur ke saath sochna bhi, mujhe manzoor nahi... kyunki tum meri ho... sirf meri." ... "What? You forgot your own fiance within months..." He asked caging her between him and the table... His one hand went around her waist while the other one went under her chin making her look straight in his eyes... "Bachhe you should look at me when I'm talking to you..." He said caressing his thumb on her lips... "You need to understand that you belong to me, is that clear?" He asked pulling her more closer to himself... kissing her forehead gently... She should be pushing him away... reminding him that it was just a marriage of convenience but found herself nodding melting into his arms... "Words..." He pressed... "Yes..." She replied... "What?' He asked once again pressing his lips near her mouth... "Sharanya belongs to Advik Ranawat..." She breathed out trying to get away from him... "Yes mine... Only mine..." ________________________________ Two people in an arranged marriage... Marriage of convenience for one but was that same for other one as well? How will they survive when one is not used to being loved and the other one is already broken

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....