𝑲𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝑹𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚'𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒗, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔, 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒔. 𝑨𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒖𝒏𝒓𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒍, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒗𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚? 𝑨 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏-𝑴𝒚 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒐𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒅. Copyright © [2024] DRG

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." ****** 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage

❝𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲❞ 𝓐𝒹𝓎𝒶𝓃𝓉 ᥫ᭡𝒱𝑒𝒹𝒶 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: - 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 - 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 - 𝘈𝘨𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘱 - 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 - 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘥-𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘴𝘵 - 𝘚𝘦𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 - 𝘎𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨

The story is set in late 1980s. A woman who has full faith in her husband and loves him to core and a man who'll do anything to protect his family but finds it hard to express his emotions. Will there story be like every other couple in that era or does fate has something else stored for them? ☆ Warning: This story contains mature themes. Some things (like religion, mention of texts) are written for fictional purposes only. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. So I am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.