Hii This is a story of a heartbroken man Veeran a 30 years old living with his 3 year old son Aadhan...he was heartbroken and lost hope in love and now he is living only for his son. Nila a 24 years living a peaceful and loving life with her family..very loving character has a great set of friends who support her in every situation. She believes love is everything and anything can be changed with love and dreams about her future husband whom she would love to the core Let's see How would they unfold the chapters in their life ? Will love really change anything?

He married her by mistake, and from that moment, he made sure she paid for it every single day. Krishnaa was never meant to be his wife. When the fair, beautiful bride ran away, she was pushed forward as a replacement-dark-skinned, unwanted, and never part of anyone's plan. Arjun had always believed that beauty was everything. And in his eyes, Krishnaa was everything he never wanted. He doesn't hide his disgust, nor does he soften his words. To him, this marriage is nothing but a burden forced upon his life. New chapter Updates🎇 Every Monday , Thursday and Saturday.🥰

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Rohan Kapoor (32): The male protagonist. Charismatic, intelligent, but consumed by a burning desire for revenge. He lost everything - his parents, his family business, his childhood home - due to the deceit and negligence of the Sharma family. He has meticulously planned his vengeance for years, presenting a perfect facade to the world. He believes the Sharmas deserve to suffer as much as he did. His methods range from psychological manipulation to calculated physical and emotional abuse, seeing Aisha only as a tool. Aisha Sharma (22): The female protagonist. Sweet, gentle, naive, and deeply traditional. She has led a sheltered life, compliant to her parents' wishes. She believes in love, loyalty, and the sanctity of marriage. Unaware of her family's past misdeeds, she walks into the marriage with an open heart, seeing Rohan as her destiny. Her innocence will be systematically shattered.

He hated her because of the darkness of her skin; it was not the fair complexion he preferred. The marriage had been forced on him by a promise his grandparents made long ago, a promise he regretted every second of every day. He didn't care about her dreams or feelings. To him, she was nothing more than an obligation he resented. Looking at her filled him with disgust and shame. He couldn't bear the thought of calling her his wife or showing her to his friends. In his voice, during their wedding night, he told her, "Not just me, nobody can bear to sleep beside you. You're a darkness, a curse, a harbinger of misfortune and suffering. You're like the darkest, most miserable night who only brings pain." She had married him in poverty, but after their union, he became wealthy. Yet he never once introduced her proudly as his wife. Instead, he kept her hidden from his friends, deeming her unworthy of his social standing. 🩶His Brown Bride

His madness for her is mess:- "If I die, Piya and sometimes I think I might, because my heart beats too fast when I think of you-you will still remember me every single day. Every time you see a jasmine flower, every time the phone rings and no one speaks, every time you see a man who is too tall or a car that is too dark... you will see me. I will be the ghost that haunts your marriage until it screams." ________________________________________ She leaned forward, her eyes pleading. "Please, Nikhil. If you ever truly cared for me, do this one thing. Forget me. Become the old Nikhil again-the one who loved books more than shadows. Leave me with my family. I will talk to Ekansh. I will take back all the charges. You can go to London, start over, breathe free air. Just... leave me." He looked up at her, his eyes wild and bloodshot, tears wetting her feet. "Please, Piya. Just love me back. Tell me you love me, and I'll burn these photos. I'll burn the world. I'm doing this because you're pushing me away! You're forcing me to be a villain when I just want to be your slave!" ​"Nikhil, let me go!" she shrieked, struggling beneath him. "I am disgusted by you!" she spat, her chest heaving. "Don't you ever touch me again! Your touch is like poison. I can feel the filth of your mind on my skin!" Dirty?" he whispered, his voice cracking into a high, terrifying giggle. "She thinks I'm dirty? Then I'll show her what the dirt actually is. "Why can't you just die before coming, i don't want you, just go to your evil father." Piya said crying looking at her swollen belly. This story will get dark in further chapters. I will update every night. So please vote for next chapters, comments your thoughts, and also subscribe for more stories like this. copyright all the story line is mine . the picture and music used in this story credit goes to their original owner.

Ahvi, an insecure girl, who's forced to believe that she doesn't deserve her better because of her dark complexion. Yet, she dares to dream and hope for a future with her husband, Nevan Singhania. But what if the hope she sees in him become his guilt? Nevan, haunted by his past, struggling to live a normal life and not to flinch away when touched wasn't even hoping for anything when he got her. But what if she become his hope? When two souls, tender and beautiful, struggling with their shortcomings, ended up in an arrange marriage, what might unfold? Ahvi's insecurities vanish or they return back with much more power? Nevan could let go of his past or ended up shackled in it? Could they satisfy each other's need to be loved or keep screaming in their silent ways Love Me?

"What do you want? How can I compensate you?" she asked. Strands of her stray hair was blowing in the wind, her eyes moist with tears. He looked into her eyes, trying to gauge her conviction and then his eyes traveled from her head to foot and back again to her troubled eyes. "Sleep with me", he said. "What", the shock was etched on her face. "You heard me", he said drawing close to her, his breath almost grazing her face. "Isn't that the best possible way? You ruined my life and destroyed my relationship with my father. I want something equally valuable. If you don't want to do it, then forget it, it's not like you want to pay your dues ever", he mocked and drew back from her. ********************************************************* The new, hot, lecturer Varsha was the talk of the department, until Assistant Professor Abhiram saw her and realized who she was; the one who single-handedly destroyed his dreams. He is now determined to make her job, a living hell, to make up for his lost dream. What did Varsha do to be on the wrong side of Abhiram and will he be able to get his vengeance? Set in the Computer Science department of a prestigious Engineering college in Kerala, experience the sometimes cold and sometimes spiteful war between Abhiram and Varsha. ###Trigger warning Mature scenes, abuse etc. Do not read if you get triggered by any of these ###

Set in a traditional South Indian village, the story follows Vidhya, a quiet twenty-two-year-old woman caught between duty, tradition, and unspoken longing. Raised in her maternal home after her father's death, she harbors a deep, secret love for her uncle Vijay-a stern yet caring man whose concern for her contrasts with his emotional distance.The story explores restraint, generational conflict, and the quiet pain of loving someone one is never meant to choose.

1723 I sat at my desk with my arms crossed, it was a late night working but I was interrupted by Amalia, she was angry. No doubt about something I did but I wasn't listening to a word she said, I focused on what was almost see-through white nightgown she was wearing. "I hate you" "Really?" I said adjusting myself in my seat before getting up and walking around my desk to her. I leaned against it and grabbed her waist, forcefully pulling her to. Being rough on purpose She let out a little gasp and placed her hands on my biceps to brace herself. While keeping my hands on her waist I slowly started to lift her long gown. "Because I don't think you're angry at me" I slowly moved my leg so that it was now placed in between hers. I heard her breathing become more labored, I pulled closer to me, her heat now flush with my thigh. She let out a little gasp again. "I think you're frustrated" I whispered in her ear, I slowly started to rock her hips back a forth, and she gripped onto my biceps "Let me fix that" ⚠️ THIS STORY IS HISTORICALLY INSPIRED NOT HISTORICALLY ACCURATE ⚠️