AKSHIT X AVANYA It was their first night after marriage and he came inside She looked at him and picked nearby vase "Don't you dare to force yourself upon me... I'll break this vase on your head" Hurt by her words, he took step back "You really think so low of me.. I'll never touch you without your consent sunshine" She scoffed and said "Says consent who married me forcefully . . I hate you and your presence Mr. Akshit Singh Rathore" ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 Join the story of Akshit Singh Rathore and Avanya kapoor!! Tropes: CEOxEmployee Forced Marriage richxmiddleclass Strong and sassy female lead He fell first, she fall harder... First sight love

This story is all about journey of Arhaan and Jeevika and how they come closer and face the challenges of married life. --------------------------------- "Just be loyal to me and respect me and my family. I'll always stand by your side.", I said. She nodded her head in positive. "Words", I said. "Yes", she replied. ----------------------------------- What did you think when you first met me?" "Hah nice I saw you first on our wedding day. All I can say is that you looked absolutely beautiful, and I wanted us to wed off real fast and make you MY QUEEN". --------------------------------------- "I love you Mr. Arhaan Shrivastava", she said with a big smile. "I love you too Mrs. Jeevika Arhaan Shrivastava",I kissed on her forehead

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

She stare at her new room, decorated with roses and candles. Oh yeah, my wedding night! She felt like her inner self mocking her and she walked toward the mirror. She stare blankly at her mangalsutra and sindoor. She was very excited for her new life. The groom with whom she was about marry- she liked him too. He was nice man and knew the gentle way to treat her. Unfortunately, someone had to ruin all her dreams in most worst way possible and tie her in a scared bond called marriage. ×-----×----×--- " I ain't any saint. They call me devil but darling, one thing I can assure you that nobody can love you like this devil do..." Probably, he uttered God's name after 20 years and that too as he saw her, his Aadhya who is unfortunately, standing like wall in front of his revenge. He might have thought thousand times before marrying her because she was nothing but his enemy's daughter but, Dev Agnivanshi also had to bow before love. ×----×----×----×--- The story of Aadhya and Dev is just different.

"Don't expect anything from me." That's what Aryan Sharma tells Riya Shetty right after the wedding. Short. Heartless. Handsome. He's everything she didn't want - and everything her family insisted she needed. Riya is done pleasing people. If she has to play the perfect wife, she will. But she won't beg for his affection. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Riya Shetty - warm-hearted, soft-spoken, and fiercely loyal - works as a teacher and comes from a middle-class South Indian family. Aryan Sharma - cold, sharp, and emotionally locked away - is one of India's most powerful lawyers, born into a high-profile North Indian legacy. In a world where promises are made but hearts stay guarded, Riya dreams of warmth, laughter, and a love worth fighting for. Aryan, cold and distant, wears the scars of a past he can't forget - and a future he doesn't want. When an arranged marriage binds them together, two strangers must navigate years of silence, unspoken desires, and aching loneliness. As walls crumble and truths unravel, will Riya's quiet yearning be enough to thaw Aryan's guarded heart? Or will the shadows of blame and grief pull them further apart? Slow-burn romance. Heartbreak and healing. A love that's not given - but earned.

•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." ****** 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage

#Book 1 of rathore's brother series The Rathore brothers rule the underworld with ruthless precision, commanding respect through fear and dominance. Their power is absolute, but their hearts remain locked in cold, impenetrable darkness. Bound by loyalty and blood, each brother brings a unique strength to their reign, making them an unstoppable force feared by them ------------------ She craved love, believing marriage would bring her the warmth she longed for, but her dreams shattered on her wedding night when reality proved colder than she could ever imagine. Who defends the queen when the king, her protector, becomes her persecutor? "Tumhare liye mere paas sirf nafrat, takleef, aur dard hai-aur.. kuch b nahi For him, she is his obsession; for her, he would paint the world in blood, ensuring no one ever dares to come between them. "My love for you will outlast time itself, an endless flame that burns beyond eternity." She never forgives, and he never forgets. When betrayal strikes, they turn into a storm of vengeance. "I will carry this hatred with me, even as my breath fades into the shadows" -------------------- The wives, once innocent, now face their beast-like husbands with quiet strength. Through patience and resilience, they learn to endure and tame the darkness, becoming stronger with each silent battle. The world may see them as fragile, but only they know the true battle fought behind closed doors-the battle between love and survival, between innocence and the beast. The truth of their hearts remains a mystery, hidden behind cold stares and unspoken words. ⚠️"This book is not for the soft-hearted. If you're looking for a gentle read, turn away now. For those brave enough to stay, welcome to a world of passion, pain, and untamed emotions. Proceed at your own risk." -------------------- "While many loves entwine in this story, the heart of it belongs to Meera and Yudhveer."

The chaotic love story built on lies, and almost destroyed by them. ✧ ✧ ✧ "So, you like her for years?" I asked with a low and cracking voice. And here I was back to the square, getting confused about what was happening. "I love her..." He opened his eyes to look at me. Taking a deep breath, he scanned my face with furrowed brows. "You look like her." His voice had clear amusement in it. "What?" This escaped my lips when my mind stopped trying to comprehend what he meant. It was getting very messy to understand. "But I'll always love her." With that, he dozed off. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. ✧ ✧ ✧ When fate, or one single lie lands her up in her brother's bestfriend's apartment, Preet Randhawa has no other option but to move in with him, become his roommate behind the four walls. But with the photo frames hanging on the wall with their wedding pictures, the marriage certificate lying in a drawer of their wardrobe, the rings in their fingers and their stories on how they got married, the world believes their story. But did they ever marry each other? Nope. Years later, colliding with him in a foreign country couldn't just be fate...or could it? ✧ ✧ ✧ This book can be enjoyed as a standalone.

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?