"He's bad Aisha.. he killed our mother.." She kneels down on the cold earth, her hands clenching the edge of the headstone as she sobs. The wind howls like the grief in her heart, and the rain pours like the tears on her face. She speaks to the buried grave, her voice trembling with pain. Suddenly, the air shifts, and she feels a presence behind her. She turns, and her eyes meet his. He stands there, looking relieved to have found her. He approaches cautiously, taking in her tear-streaked face and the distress in her voice. He raised a hand in front of her. "Ghar chaliye Aadhya..." He said in an unwavering tone. "Mujhe nahi Jana..please mujhe jaane dijiye" she retreats back. "Aadhya.. mujhe majboor mat kariye. Anjaam aap seh nahi paayengi.." He says in a stern voice. He was a man obsessed, driven by an undeniable and dangerous fixation on her. His love, driven by possessiveness, bordered on the line of obsession. He would do anything to keep her by his side, no matter the cost.

❝ 𝑶𝒅𝒉 𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑹𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝑴𝒆𝒊𝒏 ⁠♡𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒉𝒂 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒂⁠♡ 𝑫𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒁𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂, 𝑱𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑱𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝑲𝒂 𝑾𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂 ❞ ─────────── ♡ ─────────── 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐃𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 ✦ A second year law student, Shivansh is an extrovert ,charismatic, chaotic, and unapologetically expressive. Raised mainly by his mother, he carries a deep respect for women and a strong sense of empathy. Self obsessed in the best way, he thrives on his "never give up" mentality, tackling every challenge with relentless energy. A mix of charm, mischief, and determination, he leaves a lasting impression wherever he goes. ─────────── ♡ ─────────── 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 ✦ An MBBS student defined by her introversion, patience, and meticulous nature. Calm and composed, she cherishes peace but carries the subtle scars of a past heartbreak, shaping her cautious approach to emotions. Observant and intelligent never easily swayed by attention and tends to overthink due to past hurts, making her wary of love. Her nurturing instincts shine through her studies and interactions, yet she hesitates to fully open up. ─────────── ♡ ─────────── ©All Rights Reserved

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? One moment, she's watching the story on a screen. Next, she's living inside it, trapped in the role of the villainess destined for ruin. To survive, she must follow the story... but one choice changes everything. Scenes unfold differently. Feelings deepen where they were never meant to. And the man who was never supposed to choose her... begins rewriting fate with her. The story drifts further from its ending. The war comes. Secrets surface. Love blooms where it was never meant to. When the story concludes, will she survive the fate written for the villain... or leave her mark on destiny forever?

✮⋆~ A Desi Romance ~⋆✮ [ Stalker ahead ] ✧﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ✧ "Not this time it's us , We both are suffering right now " Aryaman said , gazing at her holding divorce papers in his hands. " We were never us Mr. Shekhawat " Drishti said, taking her steps back , wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes , trying to create a distance between him and her. Between them. Aryaman said in a pleading tone holding back his tears "Listen to me , please." "We met , we became friends , we liked each other's presence, we married , I lov.... Let it be ,We were just a coincidence, that's it. Her voice tinged with pain , staring only at the divorce papers he was crumbling tightly. Then his dark orbs met with her brown's only to be flinched by his roaring demure. " AND THIS FUCKING COINCIDENCE IS OUR DESTINY " ❖﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌❖ ✧ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐓𝐀 ✧ ╰⪼ " I think it's just a dream if I woke up , happiness will be all gone. " ❖ 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 ❖ ╰⪼ " I would cross all depths to stay in this moment with her , only for her" ⋆──── ࣪ ִֶָ☾.────⋆ " Suna aapne , Hume dard ho raha hai " ⋆──── ࣪ ִֶָ☾.────⋆

"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙." ╰┈➤I looked up at him-bloody hands, white shirt soaked red. My reflection in the mirror mocked me, all dressed to celebrate our first anniversary. He lunged to speak, but I slapped him hard. "Aapne mujhe us raat bachaya hi kyu!?" I screamed, tears streaming. He stayed silent. My voice shook as I asked again, firmer. "Kyun?!" Then he yelled, his voice raw and desperate: "Kyunki... jaan ho tum meri!" I stumbled back as his hand slammed against the mirror, cracks spider-webbing across it. That was it. My heart shattered-and ached. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙... 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚. Rudraksh Rajput X Arohi Mehra 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬-𝐄-𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐚: 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴... 🪕🪞 "𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐤." In the soulful lanes of Banaras, where every ghat has a story and every silence holds a song, she arrives - Meher, a girl with dusky skin, haunting eyes, and a heart stitched together after too many storms. Her past isn't a story she shares - it lingers in her silences, in the way she flinches at tenderness, and the way she guards her smile like a secret. He is Revaan - a reclusive writer known by a pen name '𝐀𝐤𝐬', whose words touch thousands but who himself stays untouched by love. Until he sees her. A fleeting glance near the ghats turns into endless observation, and soon, words pour from his soul that are meant only for her - healing poems and love letters left anonymously in places only she visits. When circumstances tie them together in a marriage of convenience, she's unaware that the man she's living with is the very voice she's fallen for - the poet who gave her hope on her darkest nights. Started: 20th July 2025 Ended:

"Humpe vishvaas karti hai aap?" He asked, his voice deep, touched with something possessive, something intimate. (Do you trust me?) His fingers found the lace at her back, toying with it slowly. His eyes never left hers-watchful, patient. It wasn't just about trust. It was a question laced with heat, with meaning. There was a pause. Not of doubt, but of weight. Then her lips curved in a quiet smile, soft as a petal opening to dawn. "Khudse bhi adhik." (More than myself.) That was all he needed. He lifted her without a word-her giggle light, her bangles chiming. Her ghagra fluttered as he carried her inside. The bed waited, simple and quiet. He laid her down like a prayer, eyes never leaving hers. Their lips met-slow, aching. Her fingers undressed him. Clothes fell. Skin met skin. Under the sheet, he moved with her-gentle, deep, worshipful. She gasped, clung to him, whispered his name. One rhythm. One afternoon. One unspoken truth.

Jo Mera hai uspar kisi ka haq toh kya... Nazar bhi bardaasht nahi h mujhe... She is the only peace he craves in this chaotic world... It was love at first sight for him, he didn't saw her but knew that she was the peace he was craving in his life... For him she was ready to change her life plans and become his forever without any second thought... ___________________________________________ Abhimaan Singh Rajvansh The King of Rajasthan and the CEO of "Rajvansh empire". The devil in the underworld and most ruthless and cold person you've ever seen. The man with power and money. Everyone respects him as much as they fear him. Naira Singhania The most kind hearted person you've ever met. only girl born in singhania family after 7 generation she is the princess of her family. And an famous and excellent cardiologist by occupation. Join the journey of love from here to eternity...

"aap yeh kya- kya k- kar rahe hai " she asked timidly. "nothing just worshiping my biwi,hmmm" he said while wearing her anklets. "b- but ---"she closed her mouth as he warned her just by his eyes not to talk. she was continuously looking at him as he was the most beautiful thing in the world well yes for her ,he is. he slowly kissed her feet as she flinched by sudden touch. "a--aap yeh kyun ,aap humare pair nhi chu sakte " as she finally said after keeping her encourage. " kyun pati hai tumhare ,tumhare pair kya har ek chiz par humara hak hai ,samjhi? " he asked while raising his eyebrows. "ji,p-par---" " ab so jao kafi raat ho gayi kal subah uthna bhi hai , aur maa ne kaha tha ki abhi kuch rasame aur hai"he said while turning to the night lamp to blow off . she slowly laid on the bed as his one arm was under her head and second was grasping her waist tightly as he would loosened a bit she will go away. Tropes:- arrange marriage. sarpanch biwi village 1970's mature content 18+ enjoy reading the story....

" Shalini ji... kuch toh bolo." "Ji." I stared at her like - seriously? "Bas ji? Aur kuch nahi?" She hesitated, then asked, "Ye... aapki dusri shaadi hai?" The question hit me like a surprise exam paper. "Kya?" She waited for an answer I didn't give. Then, with the same calm tone, she added, "Toh... aapki pehli patni kidar hai phir?" I opened my mouth, but nothing came out. The air between us went oddly still. She glanced down, muttering under her breath, "Kitni pyaari kismat hai... sab use hi milta hai." I frowned. "No... what the hell are you talking about, Shalini ji?" ◇♥︎◇ A traditional arranged marriage. Two strangers, joined by fate. Siddhartha, a disciplined professor, marries a girl without seeing her face. Shalini, a soft-spoken girl with a quiet past, accepts the marriage with a silent heart. But on their first night, when he lifts her veil, everything changes. She's not just his wife... she's his student. What happens when the bond of sindoor brings two people together - in the most unexpected way?