Azlan Malik was always the second son,the careless one, the disappointment, the man no one in his powerful family ever took seriously. Sana Sheikh was the perfect daughter-in-law sweet, graceful, and soft... even when the house slowly turned into a work place not home for her. Their marriage was never meant to be about love. It was a forced union, full of teasing arguments, quiet care, and a comfort neither of them understood. Somewhere between playful banter and silent sacrifices, their hearts began to change... slowly, unknowingly. But everything shatters the day Azlan is accused of a crime he never committed, forcing him to leave the only home he has ever known. And Sana... chooses what?. From luxury to a small rented house, from comfort to struggle, they begin building a life with nothing but trust, loyalty, and each other. What they don't know is that fate has already written a very different story for them. Because the lazy second son and the sweet girl beside him are about to rise from poverty to power, from strangers to soulmates... and from ordinary lives to something far more dangerous. Unbeknownst to them, their broken beginning is only the first step toward an empire the world will one day fear. THIS STORY IS WRITEN WITH THE HELP OF AI.STORY LINE IS MINE OWN.PLOTS,TWIST AND ROMANCE.AI IS ONLY USED FOR ENGLISH GRAMMER.

In a world where truth is buried under classified files and loyalty is just another illusion... two agents stand on opposite sides of control. Aditya Kapoor:- Calm,calculating and dangerously composed. The so-called Shehzada of the agency. He follows no one, trusts no one... and never loses control. He doesn't raise his voice... he doesn't lose control. And when it comes to criminals-he shows no mercy. Jamseen Khurana:- sharp-tongued, unpredictable, and fueled by anger she never hides. She doesn't believe in second chances. Her sarcasm cuts deeper than weapons... and her methods are feared even inside the agency. She doesn't break rules... she bends them until they snap. From the moment they met, they were rivals. In training. In missions. In everything. But when a hidden truth begins to surface. when the very agency they serve starts to feel like a lie. their rivalry turns into something far more dangerous. Secrets about their pasts. And a truth that connects them in ways neither of them is ready to face. Now, standing between duty and destruction, Aditya is forced to question everything he believed. Including her. Because Jameen Khurana was always his enemy... ...so why does she feel like his biggest weakness?

Evelyn married Adrian, believing her love could melt his cold heart. But years later, she finds herself trapped in a lonely mansion, raising their daughter Elena while her husband parades his mistress in public. Humiliation, heartbreak, and betrayal become her everyday companions-until the day Evelyn decides she has suffered enough. From a fragile, broken wife, she begins to rise as a woman of strength, grace, and power. But when Adrian finally notices her transformation, will it be too late? Or will love bloom in the ruins of their cold marriage? A slow-burn emotional journey of heartbreak, betrayal, and self-discovery - where love and revenge intertwine.

. ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ ABHIRA:HIS OBSESSION ｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+ ⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅⑅ He was her obsession. Grumpy. Possessive. A man whocontrols everything... except her. She's been obsessed since she understood desire. Watching him. Wanting him. The man who protected her like a brother... but she never wanted a brother. She's ready to make him see her differently. Every teasing smile. Every "accidental" brush. Every late-night moment when no one's watching. It is innocent moments for him but not for her. She is fire. And she will burn his control to ash. He fights it. Calls her forbidden. The girl he swore to protect. But she's his obsession now. One touch too long. One look too deep. And everything breaks. A dark, age-gap, forbidden romance. Secret nights. Jealous rages. A father who will kill to keep them apart. And an obsession that consumes them both. Will he claim her? Or will the fire destroy everything? "THIS STORY HAVE A HUGE AGE GAP SO READ ON YOUR OWN RISK😊."

_____________________________________ ✨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!!

Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

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.

#1STORY OF TWISTED SERIES. 📍•TWISTED OBSESSION RIYANSH SINGH RAJVANSH, 28 year old,A greek God in form of a man or better say god of hell. He is a underworld mafia boss and CEO of his self made company RAJVANSH INT. AND GROUPS. IF anyone try to double cross him he made sure before death he might felt hell on earth. Have a little brother as his family and deprived of any love from family made him heartless . loss whole family in tragic event except his little brother. he is heavenly handsome , hot and sexy any woman come across him wants to get in his pants but he hate girls touch and he is allergic to girls touch. ANCHAL MEHRA, 25 year old, A very beautiful girl with a innocent face but no one knows what is behind that innocent face. she is a journalist which is known by world but the reality is only she knows. in 25 years she never felt love due to death of her mother while giving birth to her, she felt a very horrible nightmare. she is a cold hearted girl. not believe in love. Let's see what will happen when the whole destiny start to make them one. ---------------------: ) "kiss me and I'll answer u for everything " he said "I'm here for work MR. RAJVANSH " I raised my voice a little but this handsome hunk, shit what the hell are u thinking girl. he replied "and I'm helping u my MALYASHKA" he whisper lowly and sexily shit shit what the hell is wrong with you girl. -------------------------; ) "U will not choose me after knowing my truth"I said while sobbing. "IT'S NOT ME BUT THAT FUCKER WORLD MADE ME THIS" I cried out loud but he cupped my face in his hand and made me look into his dark brown eyes, said "I choose you , I'll choose you again and again. Because it's you my MALYSHKA and other than you no one fucking matters to me" 🪐🪐 Trops :- Mafia × journalist Strong FL× Strong ML Grumpy × Grumpy He fell first but she fell harder Darkromance Touch him\her and die MATURE

"I thought you loved me" i said while controlling my tears from Stroming down. "I never said that" he said blankly staring me. "Then what was those our quality times,soft touches,hugs?" I asked him angrily. " It was past. If you think those childish behaviour of yours was love then you're the stupidest in the World " he said chuckling. "Why the hell you married me ?" I shouted at him in anger. "The only reason of our marriage is my revenge." He said calmly,looking straight into my eyes. "Y-y-ou used me" I said broking in tears there. This was the conversation of our first wedding night. What would happens when royal princess whose heart is full of sympathy would fall in love with someone who used her for his fire of revenge . She is sensitive but not weak. She knows how to make someone taste their own taste. Cold hearted he. He isn't someone's cup of tea. His rage is beyond everything. One sharpe gaze of Him and everyone losses their balance. His is stone hearted who cares of nothing but his ambition. His moves are full of fire. He said his heart doesn't beat. While his heart beated once when he saw her. He smiled again when he met her. He wanted to live once again when he touched her. But the only thing which was stopping him was his Revenge. He was bounded in a promise. Fire and water. Both are totally opposite but the only thing in common is they both can destroy everything in the world. They represent self-destructing human emotions such as revenge and desire of forgiveness. They both have ability to creat disaster. What will she do? How will they both survive together? Will she melt his heart? Or he will burn her in his fire? What was his revenge ? What's the connection of her with his revenge? Will he ever love her? Wanna know? If yes, please do read this book to find out.