Aadhya Agarwal, 24, a young fashion designer with dreams dipped in red, lives like the warm glow of a diya on a quiet night. She's soft in the way she speaks, fierce in the way she loves, and carries that sunshine energy that makes people feel lighter just by standing near her. She believes in soulmate-level love, in rituals, in anklets that jingle when she walks toward a future she's always imagined for herself. Abhinav Malhotra, 30, a CEO carved out of discipline and silence, moves through life like a man who's forgotten what warmth feels like. His world is made of glass offices, cold coffee, and unspoken fears. Stoic eyes, quiet voice, careful steps - the sort of man who keeps his heart locked behind his ribs because he's convinced it doesn't deserve a home. She wants a real marriage. He gives her a contract instead. No reasons. No explanations. Just rules. But every rule shakes when her warmth collides with his silence, when her middle-class softness enters his billionaire world, when her brightness starts cracking the walls he's spent years building. Two strangers. One contract. A house full of tension. A heart full of secrets. A marriage that was never meant to feel this real. Tropes: ✨ arranged marriage ✨ contract marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨ rich × middle class ✨ fall-first-but-deny-it ✨ slow-burn tension ✨ emotional healing arc

❝𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒖𝒔❞ ________ READ THE EDITED VERSION OF THIS BOOK ON SCROLLSTACK. [LINK GIVEN IN BIO] ________ "I -i do - don't wa-want t-too" she somehow completes the sentence. He was furious, but her continuous rejection wasn't helping,his Male ego was definitely hurt. He was Arjun Rajvansh girls throw herselfat him, and here he wants to marry her, and she was rejecting. This fact was eating him. He never faced rejection, not in any field, but here he was facing it continuously. Now marrying Meera wasn't just for saving his family reputation or her too. But now it was the question of his self-respect also. He was doubting his decision after saying yes to the marriage, but now he was full sure that he had to do it. "You will marry me," •••••• Arjun, a billionaire businessman with a royal background, was forced to make a girl marry him, unwilling to save his-Their reputation, but soon he realized that the girl was the one who had his heart . Meera, a doctor by profession, was just attending her best friend's marriage when she caught his eyes and was forced to marry him unwillingly. Despite his wealth and status, Meera saw only the eyes of the man who had caused her past trauma. But,Arjun, captivated by Meera from the moment he saw her, soon realized she was the one who had unknowingly captured his heart. Determined to make their marriage work, he vowed to break through her walls and heal her pain, proving that he was nothing like the man who had hurt her. He would not let her go, no matter what. Meera was his. ●This book is under construction. Read at your own risk.! ●Rᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʟᴏɪᴛᴇ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, sᴇx sᴄᴇɴᴇ, ᴠɪᴏʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. (Not edited.!!! Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes) Started on:- 6th June 2020. Ended on:- 23rd February 2022 Yo

⚠️ 18+ | Trigger Warning: Abuse, Violence, Dark Romance, Mental Trauma, Non-consensual Themes. Read at your own risk. This story is not for the soft-hearted. --- She thought her demons died with her past. She was wrong. They were just waiting at the altar. --- Inaaya was just another forgotten girl with a haunted past - until he arrived. Not her savior. Not her lover. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and marriage in his father's mind. He didn't ask her to marry him. He didn't beg. He just said one line: "You're mine now - body, name, and silence." From that moment, she was no longer free. Now, she's locked in a world of cold threats and colder touches, where secrets burn deeper than bruises, and kisses taste like punishment. Her trauma was never over. It was just the warm-up. --- Because Zeher was the pain that raised her. Amrit is the poison she'll become. And love? Love doesn't live in this story. Obsession does. --- 🔥 If you're looking for butterflies, skip this one. But if you're ready for bruised hearts, twisted vows, and a girl who learns to set fire instead of crying - Welcome to ZEHERAMRIT. --- 🖤 #DarkRomance #18PlusOnly #MafiaMarriage #BrokenButDangerous #TraumaLoveObsession #WattpadIndiaOriginal #HerSilenceHisObsession#darkromance #mafiaromance #arrangedmarriage #obsessivelove #traumarecovery #possessivehero #damagedheroine #forbiddenfeelings #desistories #indiangirl #intenseconnection #healingthroughpain #brokenbutbeautiful #twistedromance #emotionalrollercoaster #hurtcomfort #darkpast #romanticthriller #triggerwarnings #wattpadindia #trendingromance #toxiclove #dangerouslove #zeheramrit #chaotichearts

Inaya Kashyap was ordinary-or at least, she tried to be. A kind-hearted girl with big dreams, she had spent her life blending into the background, never seeking attention, never inviting trouble. But fate had other plans when she crossed paths with Akshat Rajwanshi-the cold, enigmatic king of Rajasthan, a man who ruled both the business world and the underworld with an iron fist. He was powerful. Dangerous. Untouchable. And from the moment he laid eyes on her, he decided she was his. Inaya's pov I tried to run away. I thought I could escape him, leave his world behind, and build a life where his shadow didn't loom over me. But I was wrong. Because he found me. With a smirk that sent shivers down my spine, he pulled me close and whispered, "You can run, sweetheart, but at the end you will always find yourself with me." Ranks: #1 in protector #1 in dark past

"Your father's hand was just a warning," he whispered, his voice cold as ice. "The next bullet goes in his head. So, tell me, Priya... will you marry me?" He killed a man for talking to me. He shattered my father's hand for saying no. To save my family, I agreed to marry the monster. But my "yes" was a lie. I'm using this year to plan my escape. If he finds out, we're all dead. This is a story of terrifying obsession, fierce family love, and one girl's desperate fight for freedom.

On stck for free after chapter 12 (free for followers.) Till 15th July. "Vikram... please..." Naina cried softly as he dragged her down the grand staircase of the Rathore mansion. Her tears blurred her vision while her trembling hands tried to loosen his painful grip around her wrist. "I didn't steal anything..." But Vikram didn't stop. "Get out!" he said dangerously quiet, throwing her bag near her feet. Naina looked at him shattered completely. "Suniye... main kaha jaungi...?" she asked broken. Then Vikram looked at her with eyes colder than she had ever seen before. "Go back to your world, you cannot digest luxuries " He said.. Tropes: Secret Baby ✧ Rejected Pregnant Wife ✧ Morally Grey Hero ✧ Dominant Hero × innocent Heroine ✧ Angst Romance ✧ Groveling Hero ✧ Possessive MMC

"Look at yourself," Zaid mumbled, taking her chin in his hand and forcing her attention. "You wouldn't survive an hour out there. You are a domestic thing, Shravya. You need walls, and you need a roof upon your head. You need me." "No! I hate you!" She shrieked, nails digging into his chest the same way they were tormenting the ground earlier. "You hate me, right?" He asked in a calm tone. "Yes! Yes, I hate you! Let me go!" "Fine." He let go of her chin and took a step back. His eyes gazed at all of her, in a tactile way, grazing the outline of her body beneath the sodden fabric of her dress. "If you want to go, then go naked." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ Have you ever seen anyone wanting someone so desperately that the need drives them insane - eating them up from the inside? He said he had always loved me. Madly. From the outside, he was a beautiful man. But inside, he was a monster in human skin. To keep me, he crossed every line. Sinned again and again. He chopped the wings of my freedom, and caged me in his paradise. He ruined me. Destroyed me. But still, it wasn't enough. Why? Because insanity knows no limits. He didn't know either. ◀ | DARK PSYCHOLOGICAL HORROR | ▶ ◀ | MATURE CONTENT + DARK THEMES | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ [ SCARED - Trapped For Infinity ] ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2020 © Panchi Verma

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

Everyone in the city knew Kabir Rathore. Not by his face- but by his name spoken in whispers. He controlled ports, money routes, men who didn't ask questions. He wasn't loud. He wasn't cruel for fun. His power came from silence-and from the fact that no one ever saw him lose control. Until Aanya. She wasn't part of his world. A simple girl-soft voice, cotton dupatta, eyes that still believed people were good. She worked in a small bookstore near the old market, unaware that the street she crossed every day belonged to him. One wrong night . One wrong place . She witnessed something she wasn't meant to. Kabir didn't threaten her. Didn't raise his voice. Didn't touch her. She lived in his house like a shadow- safe, watched, untouched. He never entered her room. Never asked questions. Never explained himself. But he made sure: No one scared her. No one raised a voice near her. No blood ever crossed her sight. At night, Aanya would hear gunshots far away. In the morning, Kabir would sit across from her at breakfast, sleeves rolled up, hands clean, eyes unreadable. "You're not afraid of me?" he asked once. She swallowed. "I am," she said honestly. "But I think you're afraid of yourself more." That was the first crack. Kabir had built his life on control. And she-without trying-was undoing it. He started coming home earlier. Violence made him restless instead of calm. Her presence felt dangerous... not because she was weak- -but because she was good. And good things didn't survive in his world. The city called him a monster. She saw a man who stood between her and darkness- even when he himself was the darkness.

"I will never marry you." I said in a low voice filled with venom. He moved close. His hands moved to my waist. His hold was firm. His face was so close that his nose touched mine. I shut my eyes tightly. "Stop being so difficult for once, Aanya." He whispered. "Let go of me, Hussein." I said and pushed him with all my might. Hussein didn't expect this from. He stumbled back but quickly balanced himself. I quickly moved away from him and was about go out when Hussein grabbed my elbow and roughly pulled me back. He pinned me to the wall and placed his lips on mine. He started to kiss me roughly. But this time I didn't give in. I didn't kiss him back. #12 in romance [7/5/2018] #11 in romance [9/5/2018] #8 in romance [10/5/2018] #10 in romance[12/5/2018]