𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.

The Singhanias are one of the most wealthy families of Rajasthan. With five brothers- each of whom feared by the people- their empire is secure. They have everything, starting from power and money to loyalty and respect. Four brothers stuck in an arranged marriage, with no intention to love their wives. One is too arrogant, the other too anxious, the third full of hate, and the youngest too immature. But what happens when the eldest son, the most powerful of the five, marries for love and brings home a Bengali wife, with a will to rebel and secrets of her own. But the couple in love have their own problems. Free-sprited Anirudh and his logic-orietnted wife, Anamika, are on their way to change the dynamic of their pushover family because sometimes you need a storm to battle the drought. Each member has secrets they don't mean to hide but sometimes secrets can be damaging- too a large extent. The Singhanias are rich, but are they wealthy? Five brothers, five wives and ten different personalities. 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔: 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑺𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉

𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐓'𝐒 𝐄𝐍𝐃. 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 - a single Mom of Vani Sharma who had a birth defect which gave her paralysis since she was born. 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 - a single Dad of Ved Singh Shekhawat who was born normal. But what if both knew each other before being parents? How will they react when they will know that someone they once loved has a kid? And most importantly, what happened in their past? 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀 𝐗 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐘𝐀 ***************************** This book has many triggering topics and scenes, please read at your own risk. ‼️ NOT A SECOND CHANCE TROPE STORY ‼️ ⋆⋅✧.⊹ Tropes ⊹.✧⋅⋆ • Single Mom x Single Dad • Soft & dark romance • College romance (flashback) • CA x Math's Teacher • Rich (fl) x Middle class (ml) • Wheelchair daughter • Dark side of the Society • De@th • Triggering topics • Family drama • Cuteness overload- Started - 18 July 2025 Ended - To know more, stay tuned.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

Love defied her. Now, she's out for blood. Arjun and Anjali risked everything to be together-love, loyalty, and family. But one shadow still darkens their happily-ever-after: HER!! The woman they betrayed. The woman they fear. The woman no one dares to name aloud. She is whispered about in hushed voices. Feared for her black magic. Respected for her venomous tongue. And worshipped-for the chaos she can summon with a single curse. When Arjun dies in a mysterious car crash, Anjali knows it's no accident. The dark force they tried to escape has returned-and it's coming for her next. Can Anjali survive the wrath of a woman scorned? Or will love's defiance cost her everything? A gripping tale of forbidden love, revenge, and supernatural power-Rakshasi 2 will keep you hooked till the final page.

She is wild, bold and untamed. She goes by rules. You defy the rules and she would have the better of you. You can call her anything but dare not call her the 'RAKSHASI'. She is 'Kalika'. Her name is supposed to mean a 'beautiful flower' but she is nicknamed 'Kaali' owing to her ferocious demeanor. You show her a finger she would shoot a fist at you.... You prod her gently and she would rattle you till the last bone... She leads a disciplined life. She cannot tolerate even a speck of dust around her. A paradox of purity and fury.... she is both goddess and demon - and your fate depends on which side you awaken. Walk straight, and she might let you live... Stray once, and she will break you.... Beneath the mask of impeccable strength lies a girl scarred by trauma, haunted by insecurities, and carrying a quiet vulnerability she dares not reveal. Kaali needs her Bhairava - a force strong enough to balance the wild feminine storm within her. She needs her Yang to ground the chaos of her Yin. But does such a man exist - one daring enough to bell the goddess in disguise?

The Sindoor Khela had begun. Women, draped in traditional red-and-white sarees, danced and laughed as they applied vermilion to each other's cheeks and foreheads, blessing each other with long, happy marriages. The air was electric with joy and nostalgia. But on the far side of the crowd, things were far less serene. Vaibhav Bajaj, having just returned from the business meeting, had barely loosened his collar before he was pulled aside by his BROTHERS, Kartik and Utkarsh, both covered in streaks of red powder and sweat. "KARTIK!" Vaibhav shouted, lunging after him. The chase was on. Laughing, the three boys ran through the crowd, dodging aunties, side-stepping plates of sweets, and narrowly missing an idol-bearer. And Vaibhav - in full sprint - collided. Smack. He slammed right into someone turning the corner from the other side. Mihiksha. She had been holding a brass thali, full of sindoor, sweets, and a small diya. The tray wobbled, spun - and tipped forward. In that single, fateful second- Vaibhav's hand instinctively reached out to stop the tray. But instead - his palm struck the center of her forehead. Right above the eyebrows. Right where the sindoor should be. Red powder exploded between them, dusting the air, staining both of their faces - but none more strikingly than Mihiksha Roy, who now stood, stunned, as a perfect streak of sindoor glowed across her maang. It looked like he had married her. Silence fell. All the shouting, music, and laughter seemed to vanish into a vacuum. Vaibhav blinked. His hand still hovered near her forehead. His breath caught in his throat. And Mihiksha- Her eyes were wide, dark pools of disbelief. The moment stretched too long. She slowly touched her forehead. Realization hit her like lightning. Gasps rippled through the crowd. Like dominos, people turned, stared, whispered. One aunty dropped her sweet plate. Another covered her mouth. And then- "HE PUT SINDOOR ON HER!"

She was his wife on paper for three years, but his heart always belonged to his girlfriend. UPDATES ~ SUNDAY AND THURSDAY [COMPLETED ON STCK ME] They were in love for 15+ years.. Childhood sweethearts, then lovers. Each other's firsts. Each other's forever. Kiyara was the only love of his life. But one cruel incident. Forced him to marry someone else. Shattering three heart into pieces. **** This is there story. The people who loved. And paid the price for it. 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑶𝑻𝑯𝑬𝑹 𝑾𝑶𝑴𝑨𝑵 A story no one dares to tell. Story of three people. Kiyara Raghav Natasha

An Indian story with a typical Indian middle-class mindset... She is independent yet fragile. She believes in individual freedom. She is caring but tough. Emotional and rational. And He is a combination of Chauvinism, Chivalry, an Equalist. Considerate. He believes in Family bonding. But now He and She are divorced. (No not due to cheating)... And after a while, He joined the new office to find out his ex is his boss. His male ego is hurt...But he cares... Will they reconcile? I do not own any images. The story is inspired by real-life stories of women It contains some Adult scene (will be marked when they appear). You can skip them if you are not comfortable with it. You won't miss the story. Also note it shows alcohol addiction Please do not copy. Please Vote and comment if you like it.

"Ek lootere se vivaah?" she scoffed, fire in her eyes. "Kabhi nahi! Hum aapki patni nahi... aapki mrityu ka kaaran banenge. Aur yeh humara pran hai." - she spat, her rage hotter than the steel sheathed at her waist. He just smiled. Dark. Dangerous. Unfazed. "Aaj humara vivah hai... aur dulhan toh aap zaroor banegi. Chahe prem se ya.... zabardasti se." - his breath a sinful whisper, grazing her lips like a promise carved in fire. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita - the Princess of Sangamgarh, raised to rule, not to surrender. Veerath - the infamous Bandit King, feared across kingdoms, untamed and unstoppable. They weren't meant to cross paths. But fate doesn't ask for permission. She vowed to destroy him. He vowed to own her. Love was never the plan. But desire? It's the most dangerous rebellion of all. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ TROPES • Historical Romance • Enemies to Lovers • Age Gap • Princess × Bandit • Grumpy × Grumpy • Forced Proximity • Forced Marriage • Forbidden Love ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita: The Bandit's Desire 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝟭 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮 Let the rebellion begin...