Laxmi finds herself married to a man she was never supposed to marry. A man who looks at her like she stole something from him. But somewhere between hatred and destiny... she might just find her home. After all, every raahi eventually finds a place to stop. Tropes : • Erotic Dark Romance • Desi village romance • Touch Her and Die • Emotional intemacy / Healing • Forced Proximity • Suspense

MATURE | 18+ Patralekha was the 'invisible' student. A-grade focused, quiet, and terrified of the man at the front of the lecture hall that always noticed her for the wrongs things. Her professor, who was icy, brilliant, and harboring a past that could freeze the blood in your veins. It was one mechanical failure that led to a compromised moment, where they forced a vow. Now, the man who scolds her in the classroom is the same man she shares a silent apartment with. But every time their eyes meet, the logic fails. In the classroom, he's her professor. At home, he's her husband. But in the dark, they are two strangers drowning in a marriage that was never meant to be real. He's cold but carries her when she faints. *picture's not owned by me - #2 in wife #4 in marriageofconvenience

She was so shocked that she could only say, "Devyansh? Shivali? This... this all???" Devyansh lowered his gaze and, holding the hand of the girl standing next to him, said, "We... we got married. Shivali and I love each other, and Shivali is going to be the mother of my child." Not only had her husband married someone else today, but he was also about to become a father. This meant... this meant he must have been deceiving her for an unknown amount of time, while she foolishly believed that her husband loved her. "What? What do you mean?", Trishvika asked, shocked. Devyansh said, "I didn't want to spend my entire life with a woman who couldn't even give me a child in two years." "And what about me? My life, my decisions?", Trishvika questioned. Devyansh, sitting comfortably on the sofa, said, "Divorce papers. Sign these divorce papers and leave, Ashvi!" Hearing this, whatever little emotions were left inside Trishvika died instantly, and all the second thoughts she had while signing the divorce papers vanished. Without any emotion, she signed the papers and threw them at Devyansh, saying, "I don't need your money or your name anymore. I'm leaving now, but I will come back, Devyansh Rana! To take revenge for the injustice done to me. I will come back to destroy you. Just wait for that day." And then, without looking at anyone, she walked towards the door.

Life has never been kind to me. In the world where beauty is being admired, I was born in my father's kingdom as black. Surely, beauty has been praised by many poets, writers, but ugliness - never! Now, I have turned eighteen years old and according to my father it is a perfect age to get married. Nobody asked my consent. Cause a black lady should be happy that she is even getting married....questioning and choosing is meant for beautiful ones. Little did I get to know by a maid that my marriage is going to happen with a sixty years old king who is very wealthy, having five queens, and seven children. At that moment, I decided, it's better to die than to marry in a hell where I was going to be used as an object. But...

"An arranged marriage wasn't supposed to feel like this- But when Kavya became Mrs. Daksh Malhotra, her whole world turned upside down. He was a 32-year-old ruthless businessman. A cold single father. A man who didn't believe in second chances. She was a 25-year-old sweet, shy gynecologist who had only dreamed of love. But fate tied them together. From stolen glances to midnight kisses, from raising his 2-year-old son together to falling into fiery passion- Their marriage wasn't just an arrangement anymore... It was obsession. It was love. It was family. ♥ A story full of pampering, steamy romance, cute baby moments, and a husband who worships his wife. ♥"

◇◇◇Daily Update◇◇◇◇ •°•A Story Of Healing Love•°• ●There is no Cheating scene involve not even emotionally.💕 Once upon a time, he was a name that commanded power- a brilliant businessman and the crowned prince of Jaisalmer, ruling empires with calculated precision. Then came the accident. His empire remained untouched, his throne secure, but his mind didn't survive the fall. The man who once ruled with clarity now battles hallucinations, fractured memories, and a past he cannot escape- especially the memory of the woman he loved... the woman who left.. Now he became a baby by mind. She is not that woman. She has no place in his past and no claim on his heart. Cold, composed, and fiercely independent, she is a CEO who believes in control, not emotions. Love, for her, is a myth-an unnecessary weakness she refuses to entertain. Fate, however, is cruel and persistent. Circumstances force two strangers together- a broken prince clinging to a lost love, and a woman who refuses to feel anything at all. He lives as a child. She lives in reality. They are bound not by love, but by destiny, power, and a truth neither of them asked for. Because sometimes, the most dangerous stories begin when two hearts that don't belong to each other are forced to collide. #7 in India -24/Feb/2026 #14 in darkromance-24/Feb/2026

𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢, 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪. 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. Her '𝘒𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘥' list? Longer than her karma list. Her confidence? Higher than her salary expectations. She enters corporate life with one rule - no drama, no distractions, no kaand. But destiny has other plans. Because across the glass cabin stands her strictly professional, allegedly "sadu" manager... who heard her first opinion about him. Will Samiksha survive corporate life without creating another kaand? Or will the biggest risk of her career be falling for the one man she judged too soon? And HR... Please stay out of this. ✿✿✿ 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢. 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘜𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤. The topper who respects everyone, never back-replies, never raises his voice. The kind of boy professors trust and parents adore. Love was never on his timetable - until she walked in. The baddie. The backbencher. The girl who offends before she greets. The one who claims she hates men... especially the "nice ones." And somehow, out of all people, the softest heart in the room chose her. But when a boy who has never raised his voice decides to fight for love, will her walls stay stronger - or will his quiet patience finally break through?

He never wanted a second chance at marriage. She never expected to be anyone's bride. Hardik Gill is a man with no space left in his heart. At twenty-seven, he has everything-power, wealth, respect-but love died with his wife, Arya. Now the only reason he's Alive is his daughter, Riddya... a little girl who deserves the warmth he can no longer give. Raaya Rana knows what it means to grow up without a mother. At twenty-one, she has dreams of her own, but none of them included standing beside a man who looks at her as though she doesn't belong. Two broken souls. One unspoken bond. When Raaya Rana crosses paths with Hardik Gill, life doesn't hand them love-it hands them fire, silence, and an unshakable pull. Their story isn't about falling fast... it's about burning slow, tangled in fate itself. Raaya & Hardik's journey in Tangled Fates isn't just another love story-it's a slow-burn rollercoaster of emotions, heartbreak, and unexpected bonds. I promise, every chapter will take you deeper into their tangled hearts. 💔🔥 So don't just stop by-hook yourself to this ride and stay with me till the very end. 🥀

Please don't read this book, if you are not comfortable, it's highly mature, and their is complete power abuse. In this book the world has changed, humanity has lond dead due to infection of a deadly virus. Humankind is divided into three ranks- Alpha, Beta, Omega. This book is based on a different kind of species that lie between human and animal. So there will be animalistic behaviour with human emotions. If you can't connect with this don't read, this is complete fiction. I don't support these dynamics in real world.

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".