Avyaan Vedang Vishwanathan "He never believed in love. Until she became his wife. Now he believes in nothing else but owning her." ............ Udita Avyaan Vishwanathan. "He felt like danger... but for once, I wasn't afraid. I wanted to fall-if it meant falling into him." ....................... Join the beautiful journey of Avyaan and Udita finding their peace in each other

She was trained to protect lives. Not to marry into one that would never accept her. Riyanshi Rathore , a fierce and decorated police officer, has spent her life hiding the wounds of her past. Blamed by her only brother for the tragic death of their parents, she has no one - just her uniform, her pride, and a quiet ache for a family she believes she'll never have. When she's assigned to protect Vivan Singh Rajput, heir to one of India's most powerful royal-industrial families, her life takes a turn she never expected. Vivan is cold, untouchable, and ruled by tradition. He's never allowed a woman near him - except for his mother and sister. Riyanshi is the last person he wants shadowing his every move. But when his high-profile wedding falls apart in public scandal, Riyanshi is forced into an unthinkable position - to step in as his bride, not for love... but to protect his family's honor. She becomes Rani Riyanshi Singh Rajput, in name only. Welcomed by the royal family but Unloved by the man she married. Yet through her quiet strength, fearless loyalty, and unshakable dignity - she slowly wins their hearts. And soon, the man who once saw her as nothing... begins to crave her as everything.

'Maanvi Arora' and 'Sharanya Bisht', whose lives are completely different from each other. But if the life is different, the luck should also be different, it is not necessary! Their lives may be completely different from each other, but their destinies are bound. And the person who connects their fate is 'Niskarsh Bedi'. 'Niskarsh Bedi', the younger son of the Bedi family who lives miles away from his family in Canada. Maanvi Arora, who is engaged to Niskarsh's elder brother Abhimaan Bedi, who hates Niskarsh. Nearly fifteen years later, Niskarsh has returned to India, taking Maanvi who had gone to Canada two years back for studies. But on seeing Manvi, both the Bedi family and the Arora family were stunned. What such change has happened inside Manvi in these two years, which has surprised everyone? Why does Abhimaan hate his own brother Niskarsh? And, why was Niskarsh living in Canada away from his family for fifteen years? And who is Sharanya? After all, how is her fate intertwined with Manvi's? All rights reserved by me @Satyanshi_Sinha.

Both the Roy and Kumar families had a very old friendship. Besides, the business was also the same. Both the families lived exactly like one family. 'Abhimanyu Roy', the uncrowned king of the business world and 'Shravani Kumar', the elder daughter of the Kumar family and Abhimanyu's childhood friend. Or we can say that both were best friends. But due to some misunderstandings in the past, Shravani walks away from Abhimanyu's life as well as everyone else. She started hating Abhimanyu. But six years later, she has returned to her home but her hatred for Abhimanyu has still not diminished. On the other hand, unaware of all this, both their families want them to marry each other and convert this family friendship into kinship. So what will happen when their paths cross again, at the same turn? And what happened in the past, due to which their beautiful relationship turned into hatred? All rights reserved by me @Satyanshi_Sinha

𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒖𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚. 1960s. *Mature, contains Hindi phrases.* In a tradition bound village of 1960s India, young Malini is married to Varun. Malini is recently widowed, is heartbroken after the passing away of her husband Amrit just a few days after their marriage. Her life is turned upside down, and her grief increases more when her maternal family and in-laws arrange her to marry Amrit's younger brother, Varun. Amrit was admired for his charm and kindness. Now, Varun is forced to step into the shoes of his brother, not only in the family but also in a marriage to the woman his brother had married. Read the story to know what happens in the life of Varun and Malini after they are tied together in a pure bound of marriage. 🥇#1 - indianauthor 16.11.2024

"Ansh, I am sorry, it just a mistake," Saisha said, her voice dangerously controlled. Reyansh stood up from the sofa and walked toward her. He leaned in close to her ear and whispered, "If you really sorry then Strip, crawl to me and do blowjob." He walked back to the sofa and sat down like a king, his expression bored. "Wh...at," Saisha said, her eyes widening. "Strip, Rani sa," Reyansh said again, the title laced with command. They locked gazes, a terrifying silence stretching between them, and Saisha start removing her dress. ______________ <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)⁠> Tropes •He fell first and both fell harder •Mafia x Mafia •CEO x CEO •He fell for her at first sight •She is broken soul he heal her •Best Friend's brother's •King of Udaipur •Contract Marriage •Sunshine + Grumpy x Grumpy •Multi Couple

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

My Husband, My Tormentor I never imagined my life would take such a sharp turn. Everything seemed to be going well-I had escaped from my past to start fresh in a new country, a new city. But he ruined those plans. His entry into my life was unexpected-maybe even unwanted. I agreed to marry him, foolishly thinking he would tire of me and set me free, that I'd slip back into the life I'd dreamed of. But he flipped my world, locked every door, and cut off every path. Now, there's no way out. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go but back to him. Still, I cling to a sliver of hope. can I escape from him? Can I... or can't I? | | Mature content 18+| |

Rishi, a 29-year-old businessman, was mature enough to be uncertain about what he truly wanted in life and recognize the love his wife held for him. Aadhira, 21 years old student, immature enough to know what she wanted in her life and the love she felt for her husband. His life was governed by principles and rules, while she was a force of chaos, wild and free. He cherished the calmness of the night, yet she lived for the thrill of bursting crackers and reveling in their colors under the dark sky. He dreamed of a submissive wife, someone gentle and serene, but instead, he was blessed with a girl who challenged him at every turn, always pushing his boundaries. Aadhira was full of life and loved her husband until he broke her to the extent she turned out to be the submissive wife he wanted but now he wanted his fire cracker to love him the way she did. Two extreme polar opposites are bound in a sacred bond of marriage. Join me to witness the course of love that finds their life for a eternity together.