Trapped in the trap laid by him 🗡️✨ It was his game for his profit , but the biggest profit the psycho earned was her!! Ahaan Khurana won Kashish 🩶 The one he possessed by Contract became his blood to survive ♥️🥹 " I was never a person who wanted to be committed to one girl, but today you became more important then my own breaths , you are like an angel to a devil like me🎭🫀" " I wanted to hate you as you used me , my weakness, my innocence but instead of the pain you gave me... Still made me fall in love with you ❤️‍🔥🫂" Belleza × Her Devil 💓☄️ TERE MERI DUNIYA ME BE HISAB PYAAR ME HU EK ANGEL AUR DEVIL MERA YAAR - Stolen by the Devil By alluringwords 🤏🩷

He was supposed to marry Naira, the girl he knew all these years, his bestfriend and his family's choice. But was forced to abandon her. At twenty-seven, Vihaan Rathore was kind, brilliant, and full of hope. A rising entrepreneur engaged to the perfect girl-until his world shattered overnight. His company crumbled. His father was taken hostage. And standing above the ruins... was Nainika Thakur. The beautiful, dangerous woman who once swore she'd make him hers. At fourteen, she killed without blinking. At twenty-six, she's the successful CEO and the queen of a criminal empire-and her obsession hasn't faded. "You don't have a choice, Vihaan. You're mine. Body, name, soul-mine." Now, Vihaan is forced into a marriage with the woman he despises. She threatens everything he loves, and yet... every stolen touch, every deadly glance pulls him deeper into her twisted world. Trapped in a gilded cage, Vihaan must survive her obsession and protect his heart. But how do you fight a villainess who's made your destruction her love story? A tale of obsession, power, and a love that terrifies more than it tempts.

Ishq-e-Wahdat: Jahan tera ishq, wahan meri wahdat --- "Open the safe" mehzabin called me out. "Open it" the one of the body guards said. "...if you promise not to kill." "What?" "If you promise not to kill....I will open it." "Don't worry. I will spare your life." "I mean my colleagues" I spoke again trying to negotiate with them... It was probably the quickest reply I had ever given. A small hesitant sound came from behind him. "Then can I kill you?" Tak, the sound of fingernails tapping against the metal trigger. ---- 🐨 TROUPES: Dark Romance, Mafia Romance, Muslim Lovestory, Niqabi Female Lead --------- START: 21st sept, 2025 Chapters coming from 1st jan 2026 inshallah ❤️ #18plus #adult-content #adultromance #billionaire #darkromance #desiromance #fluffyromance #heist #mafiaromance #marriage-of-convenience #muslimlovestory #newplot #nikkah #niqab #original #pet #strong-female-character #wattpad #wattyawards

This Story is about Nisha the young woman who is married to a introvert man Vedang they have been married for 11 years she was just 19 when she got married to him when he was 28 Nisha Vedang Vishwanathan she is the wife of Vedang Vishwanathan the rich business man with a lot of patience and arrogance fill in him he is man of words he never takes no as a answer if he wants it has be to his Nisha who was the mother of 3 children she is a very calm lady with maturity but she is lost in the role of mother daughter in law and wife she is woman who is craving the love of her husband she has always been a understanding wife always there to support him she knows he loves her but she wants him to express she was tired being the understanding one

Ruin series #1 A fake date. Just a fake date with her villain. Nothing more right? But what if the villain wants her instead? Some love stories were never meant to be sweet. But he called her sweetheart anyway.

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!