She thought she was free. Until a billionaire and his daughter saw her - and decided she was theirs. One wanted a wife. The other wanted a mother. Neither asked if she agreed. They watched her for two years. Followed her every move. Until one day, they flew across the world and bought her future - with smiles, paperwork, and charm that smelled like roses but felt like chains. Now, she sleeps in silk sheets she didn't choose. Wears clothes she didn't buy. Answers to a name she didn't earn. Every touch is a test. Every night is a transaction. And every whispered "I love you" is a warning. She hides pills beneath her tongue. She dreams of running. But there is no escape - only a cage made of wealth, obsession, and unbearable intimacy. Because he doesn't just want her body. He wants her compliance. Her mind. Her loyalty. Her womb. And when the daughter discovers the truth - she doesn't cry. She accuses. Now the doors are locked. The smiles are gone. And the only thing more terrifying than being watched... is being needed. This isn't love. This is possession with a wedding ring. This is family, twisted into obsession. This is what happens when a girl becomes the answer to someone else's madness. ---

She loved me when I didn't even know how to love myself. Sahiba walked into my life with eyes full of devotion and a heart foolish enough to believe I could give her the same in return. And what did I do? I crushed her. With my silence. With my indifference. With the walls I built so high she could never climb them. Worst of all? My fucking betrayal. She thinks it's over. That the divorce ended us. But the truth she doesn't know is brutal-she's still my wife. On paper, in law, in name... and in the marrow of my bones. I never let her go. I couldn't. I've spent years carrying the weight of her absence like a noose around my neck. Every day without her has been punishment. Every night, I see the girl I destroyed staring back at me in my dreams, reminding me that I turned her love into ashes. But this time, I won't let her slip through my fingers. I'll fight. I'll bleed. I'll burn the world if I have to. She might hate me, curse me, despise the ground I walk on-but I'll take it. Because losing her once broke me. Losing her again will kill me. I was her nightmare once. Now I'll be her damnation or her salvation. But I'll be hers.

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

#2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 To all the people who thought no one could read their masked emotions. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. "GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." The heavy voice of Abhishek Malhotra echoed in the room, and I flinched but didn't let it come to notice. I whispered, "Do you know what is the biggest regret of my life is?" "Falling for a sadistic bastard like you." And I left." .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. Ps- Read the extended Prologue from below.

He never wore a crown, never held a gun... but still, he ruled her world. She was born with blood on her hands and fire in her veins-the mafia princess everyone feared. A girl who could break ribs without breaking a sweat, yet secretly dreamed of fairy tales. And he? He was just a boy with flour-dusted fingers and a heart too pure for her dark world. A gamer. A dreamer. The last person you'd expect to survive her storm. But fate doesn't ask for permission. One forced marriage. One innocent heart trapped in her dangerous empire. One girl who would tear down the underworld to protect the only man who made her feel human. She was raised to be a queen of crime- But for him, she chose to be his princess first... and his protector forever. After all, he wasn't just her husband. He was... Her innocent King. 👑

Book 2 of Series Phool Kumari is a 17 years old girl who was once a maid in a wealthy household, but now she lives in a college hostel. She is running away from someone-or something. Every night, she sees the same terrifying dream. She desperately wants to be free from it. "I don't want to see this dream again! I don't want to see it!" she cried, tears streaming down her face. Krityvirya Singh Rathore is the king of Jodhpur. He is also a 32-year-old single father. He cannot bear to see even a single tear in his 3-year-old son's eyes. But his son has been crying continuously for the past three days - and the one he's crying for, Krityvirya has now set out to find. "I will find her, even if I have to dig up the earth or tear through the skies," he said, and walked out of Uday Mahal.

༺✅ 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ✅༻ 🔞 18+ ✨ ▣ 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ▣ ﹟ 𝟏 story out of 𝟐𝟔𝟔𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ﹟ 𝟏 usa out of 𝟐𝟓𝐊 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 ﹟ 𝟏 wattpaddrama ﹟ 𝟐 wattpadstory ﹟ 𝟑 lovesquare ﹟ 𝟒 wattpadoriginal ﹟ 𝟐 wattpadlovestory 🌪️ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐓𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 ⚡ 7 years later... ➵ He's engaged to her step-sister, and the past is knocking louder than ever. Because the most dangerous thing geniuses can do... 𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥. ༺ ★ ˚ ⋆ ˚ ❀ ˚ ⋆ ˚ ★ ༻ 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗵: "Are you... engaged to Adiraj?" 𝗔𝗶𝗿𝗮: "Yeah. He proposed last night." 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗵: "Did you say yes to him? Ready to marry Adiraj while I'm still here, for you?" 𝗔𝗶𝗿𝗮: "Of course I did. You saw the ring. You saw him leave my room. I've started a new life." 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗵: "It still matters to me. You're the only woman I've ever loved. Seven years I pretended I was fine, I wasn't. If you truly love him, say it to my face." 𝗔𝗶𝗿𝗮: "I spent the night with him. You still want me?" 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗵: "Yes. I want this Aira; exactly like this. Nothing changes that." 𝗔𝗶𝗿𝗮: "Havish-" 𝗛𝗮𝘃𝗶𝘀𝗵: "Please. Give me a chance." 🔥 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 🔥 ˚˚˚˚˚˚˚˚˚˚ ❥ Stoic vs. Empathetic ✓ ❥ Green flag MMC ✓ ❥ Surprise Pregnancy ✓ ❥ Prodigy Burden ✓ ❥ Forbidden Night ✓ ❥ First Love ✓ ❥ He Falls First

Book 1 of Series Phool, a 17 year old girl whose brown eyes were filled with fear. On whose 5 feet tall, flawless milky body, she was wearing an orange colored Rajasthani Ghaghra Choli. It looked even more beautiful on her well-shaped and beautiful body. Her lips were light pink in color. Her light brown hair was long and thick. Which was braided in a long braid. She had small silver earrings in her ears and wore a nose pin. Her figure was well-shaped and had a milky complexion. Looking at her, it seemed as if she was a princess or an Apsara. And God had carved her with his own hands and sent her to earth. But perhaps God had forgotten to write her fate. She was a maid. _________________ She burnt Phool's hand and threw the iron away and holding Phool's jaw said angrily, "You will play tricks with me. Did you think that I will leave you just like that after burning my saree? I am only giving you a small reward for this mistake of mine. If you go to my in-laws house and make any mistake or even raise your eyes towards my Krit ji, I will burn this beautiful face of yours with acid. Kriti Thakur sa is only mine. He is only mine." _____________________ Kritvirya, The prince of Jodhpur and the future Hukum Sa is 32 years old. He is 6' 6" tall and has black eyes.He Is Handsome and most eligible bachelor of Rajasthan. He loves his only son the most in his life. _______________ His father said to him angrily, "The one you want to make your queen is a maid in this palace. "I can burn thousands of such palaces to make Phool my queen." Krit said without any fear.

Lavanya and Aditya, distant cousins who barely know each other, meet at a wedding and instantly spark off a playful, teasing rivalry. But when a family tradition forces them into marriage, their banter turns into awkward closeness, and their clashes give way to unexpected love. From fights to flirty moments, this is a story of how love can bloom in the most chaotic, surprising ways. English translation: Chapter 1 edited(23/12) Will try to translate regularly hope you guys like it.

What she'd look like without that shirt. What she'd sound like if I kissed the corner of her throat and whispered her name there. What she'd do if I pinned her against the counter and made her say please. What she'd do if I- "Dominic?" • "I stayed up late, trying to get good at maths... just so I could be someone you'd respect. Someone you might someday look at and see more. Someone who could belong in your world." "I didn't want your money. Or your praise. I just..." my throat tightened, "I just wanted you to see me. Not Tristan's sister. Not a kid." Just Elena. • Elena Evelyn Grantt has spent years pretending. Pretending she didn't love him, pretending she could move on, and pretending it didn't matter that he never saw her that way. To Carl Dominic Enzo, she was only his best friend's little sister. But when Dominic returns, everything begins to shift. Older now and harder to ignore, he still calls her "little sister" and still treats her like family, yet his eyes linger longer than they should and the tension between them grows harder to resist. She was never meant to love him. He was never supposed to want her. But some lines are meant to be crossed...