​A forced marriage, an old vow, and a luxury that feels like a prison. ​Janani, a humble college graduate from a lower-middle-class village family, finds her life upended overnight when her father's wealthy childhood friend demands a marriage. To honor a sacred promise between two friends,Varun-a sophisticated, US-based billionaire businessman-is forced to tie the thali around Janani's neck. ​Stranded in a sprawling, palace-like mansion, Janani is left to face the biting cruelty of a status-obsessed grandmother who views her as nothing more than a beggar. Trapped between her family's pride and her husband's icy indifference, Janani must find a way to survive the gilded walls of her new home. Will she quietly break under the pressure, or will she find the strength to demand the respect she deserves?

Book-2, It's in series. 18+, Mature, do not read if you are not comfortable. Characters are morally grey. The male lead and female lead both are toxic in their on way. Do not judge. If you don't like a single thing in this book, please don't read further but don't stress me with your bitter comments. I welcome criticism but in a positive respectful manner, I will not tolerate disrespect personally towards me. And if you like the book please read further and comment, can advise me also on my mistakes. I am here to improve my self, so you are the audience and your feedback matters the most, just below my self respect. He had everything in his life, a person could ever desire. From a friendly and loving parent to brother like freind to a dream job. He liked his life that way, completely under his control from the childhood, whatever he desired in his life he hot them full filled one way or another. From school's silly compitition to achieving a seat in a prestigious medical college. From kissing the most beautiful girl in the school to breaking the heart of front page model. No one can match his obsession, from winning in the underground fight club to solving most problematic cardiac problem. He never thought his life will take one unwanted , bitter turn from his controlled, desirable , everything perfect life. And no one can match her obsession with him. From the day she understood desire, she desired only him. She mapped the way he talks, walks, speak, eat, drink or even breath. She had done everything to make him her. From childhood wishes from shooting star, teenage solah somvar, to black magic. She had never thought one day her all wishes from childhood to adulthood will become true but the price she won't be able to .

"Siddharth..." He didn't say anything. Just walked towards me. His eyes were darker than night-intense, unreadable. Hungry. "I shouldn't have come," I whispered, my voice shaky. "This is not-" His hands circle my wrist pulling me behind the water tank, where the fading light wouldn't betray us. "You like the way they look at you, don't you?" Before I could answer, he shoved me against the wall, his body pinning mine. The rough concrete scraped my back, but the sting was nothing compared to the fire in his eyes. His eyes looked dark and dangerous. His mouth crashed into mine, claiming, punishing. I gasped, and he took it as invitation, his tongue sliding against mine with a possessiveness that left me dizzy. His hands were everywhere-tugging at my clothes, gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. I whimpered as his fingers slipped under my skirt, rough and impatient. .......... Pranati had always admired Shravan, her carefree cousin since she was in 7th grade. But everything changed the day Siddharth, his older brother, stepped into her life. During the Bathukamma festival, a stolen glance and an unexpected kiss from him shattered her innocent love on Shravan. Her heart now ached for the man who had awakened something deeper within her. But just as she began to navigate these new feelings, a dark presence emerged. A stalker, sending her unsettling notes, watching her from the shadows. Torn between her past with Shravan and her growing connection with Siddharth, Pranati found herself trapped. Who would claim her heart? And who was the one lurking, waiting to disrupt everything she thought she knew? -- Removing this book on 1st March so do ready it asap. This book is completed in my scrollstck the link is in my bio Copyright His Silence, Her Storm © 2025 Preeti Singari All rights reserved.

In the quiet village where tradition binds and secrets fester, Veda, a sweet and innocent girl, is bound by a twisted fate. Raised under the protection of Mahesh, her powerful and dangerous cross-cousin, she has always felt the weight of his cold, possessive gaze. But Mahesh, a ruthless man with a thirst for power and blood, harbors a darker obsession-one that pulls him toward Veda with an intensity he cannot control. Despite her innocence, Veda is drawn to him, caught between the fear of his cruelty and a twisted desire she can't escape. To Mahesh, Veda is more than family; she is an object of obsession, and he will stop at nothing to claim her-body, soul, and blood. His love is warped by violence and control, and he longs to see her broken, both emotionally and physically. His fantasies are consumed with images of her surrendering to him, naked and drenched in the crimson of passion and blood. As their lives collide in a dangerous dance of desire and dread, Veda is trapped in the storm of his love-a love that will either consume them both or tear their world apart. Will Veda succumb to his twisted obsession, or can she break free from the darkness that threatens to swallow her whole? In a world where love and hate blur, will there be salvation or destruction? In the grip of obsession, can innocence survive "You can run, but you'll never escape me. Your body, your heart-they're already mine." "I dream of the dark, but I'm afraid to live in it."

Malar, a petite, dark-skinned, and talented young woman, lives in a world that measures her worth by her appearance rather than her heart. Judged by her own family and dismissed by her husband, she navigates a life of neglect, duty, and quiet suffering. Yet, within her, a resilient strength grows-through motherhood, sacrifice, and the years of enduring unseen. As love, recognition, and respect arrive slowly, Malar learns that courage isn't always loud, and the deepest bonds are often forged in silence. Shadows of Silence is a poignant tale of resilience, unacknowledged love, and the quiet power of a woman who survives it all.

In a village trapped in the past, where child marriages are normal and women are expected to stay silent, twelve-year-old Ganga is married off to a boy she's never met. Her world has always been cruel-until now. Dhananjay, her fourteen-year-old husband, carries secrets of his own and a quiet resolve to be nothing like the men around him. As their lives intertwine, Ganga finds safety in the most unexpected place, and Dhananjay learns that real strength lies not in control-but in compassion. But in a home divided by generations, where silence is a shield and love is a rebellion... will they learn to rewrite the story they were forced into?

_____________________________________ ✨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!!

𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐎𝐫 𝐌𝐫𝐬.𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢(𝟐𝟏) 𝐚 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 ( 𝟐𝟗 ) 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐟𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 " 𝐀𝐧𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲. 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐬. " 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐭𝐮𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦? 𝐀 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 " 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 Cove

She was born into politics. He was born to rule it. When Indu's father - leader of the opposition - strikes a desperate deal to save his party, he offers the one thing Prithvi Devraj might take: his daughter. Cold, calculated, and destined to become the next Chief Minister, Prithvi doesn't believe in love - only power, loyalty, and control. Now bound to her father's greatest enemy, Indu is forced into a marriage she never wanted... to a man whose name she grew up fearing. But Prithvi doesn't touch without consent. He doesn't raise his voice.He destroys in silence. "I won't touch you unless you ask me to... But if you ever betray me- I'll make you wish you never walked into my world." In the war of politics, hearts are collateral. And in a house where passion burns colder than power, someone's going to get hurt.