She was their princess. Then she became their shame. At seventeen, Aadhira was accused of a crime that tore her family apart. Overnight, she lost her home, her reputation, and everyone she loved. Seven years later, she returns as the bride of Arjun rathore. To her family, she is still the girl who ruined everything. To her husband, she is an unwanted responsibility. But while everyone is busy judging her, Aadhira is hiding secrets of her own. The past isn't over. The truth isn't dead. And someone should have made sure she never came back. • misunderstood daughter • arranged marriage •secret identity •cold fml × indifferent ml • strangers × life long partners •strong fml × strong ml

Anaya Mehra was never meant to fall in love with a man like him. Elegant, kind, and powerful-Aaryan Rathore walked into her life like a dream. He made her laugh, made her feel seen, and gave her the kind of love stories are made of. What began with gentle glances turned into midnight conversations, stolen moments, and soft promises of forever. But some promises are laced with poison. Behind his perfect smile hides a truth no one dares to speak. Behind her father's quiet eyes lies a past too dangerous to forget. And when their two worlds collide, the mask of love begins to crack... revealing something far more dangerous beneath. A proposal is coming. But this time, it's not a question-it's a warning. In a world where power wears a suit and love hides sharp teeth... Will she escape the villain's love, or become the crown he refuses to share? "Not all villains steal empires-some steal hearts first."

This story is about a businessman and an orphan PROLOGUE "Marry me " he said " What? " she is completely shocked to hear this from a man whom she barely knows "You hate me right?" She still can't believe the man whom she hates the most is saying these words to her. "Yes" he blurted out, almost like a lie "Then, why do you want me to marry you" she asked " for my mom's happiness " he said...... DESCRIPTION PARI, an orphan, she is very mature and responsible lady, never interfere in others matters, most loved by ekansh parents EKANSH SINGH RATHORE, a arrogant ceo and a businessman He is the ceo of " SR CORPORATIONS" Ekansh watches his moms love towards an orphan like pari, he gets frustrated and want pari out of their life.. Because he thinks pari is manipulating his mom for their property. So, he hates her. But can he really hate her?, in the process of getting pari out of their life , he fall in love with her and turns insane for her Then what will be pari's reaction after knowing ekansh loves her? To know what happens next, let's dig into the story Note: this is my first story, it's going to be very unique not like regular love story. give it a try, you'll love it... " let's begin ekansh and pari's journey"

Book one of game series Siddharth Singh Raizada: He is a ruthless mafia who kills people mercilessly. Despite his tough exterior, he harbors a deep-seated hatred for his father, above all others. Siddharth is damn hot and sexy enough to make any girl fall for him at first sight. Anuskha Singhania: A beautiful girl considered a curse by everybody except her father. She lost her mother at birth and her grandmother at the age of five. Anuskha is a intricate web, and once you step into her world, it's hard to escape or untangle yourself.

Aarohi has lived her nineteen years in innocence, hidden away from the world, untouched by its chaos. Sheltered within her home, she has never questioned why her life feels more like a cage than a sanctuary why every choice she makes seems already decided for her. The answer has a name: Veer Rathore. Powerful, ruthless, and dangerously possessive, Veer has loved Aarohi long before she even drew her first breath. To him, she is not just a girl she is destiny, a fragile soul he marked as his own since the moment of her birth. Her parents bow to his will, her life bends to his command, and every gaze, every smile, every heartbeat belongs to him alone. But Aarohi's innocence is both her beauty and her curse. As she begins to awaken to the truth of Veer's obsession, she finds herself torn between the comfort of his protection and the terror of his control. To Veer, love means possession. To Aarohi, love may mean losing herself. In a world where freedom is forbidden and desire is a chain, will she surrender to the man who has built her cage or fight for a life that is truly her own?

𝕀 𝕕𝕚𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞, 𝕀 𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕚𝕖𝕕 𝕙𝕚𝕞 𝕓𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕣𝕝𝕕 𝕝𝕖𝕗𝕥 𝕞𝕖 𝕟𝕠 𝕠𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕕𝕠𝕠𝕣.............. She was forced to marry a man twenty years older, her future decided without mercy. But minutes before the vows, the groom vanished. In his place stood a stranger - a man just as trapped as she was. A marriage neither of them chose... yet both were forced to live. ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋ Arnav Singh Rajvansh 28 year old (ORPHAN) CEO of the biggest empire THE RAJVANSH EMPIRE have biggest secret Cold for everyone... doesn't believe in love and affection... just a waste of time for him Focused on work... only work Ishita Rao 23 year old Just graduated Lived with uncle, aunt, and elder cousin bro... Never got love, just torture and hate for crimes she never committed What will happen when both of them are forced into a marriage- One who doesn't know how to love, and one who has never been loved? ‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ ⊹ .₊๋‧₊ ˚ ⊹ ࣭ ⭑ . ₊ __Tropes__ ° Forced Marriage ° CEO × future CEO ° Slow Burn Romance ° Cold x sunshine ° Romance. ° Arranged Marriage 1/2/2026- #6 in ALPHAMALE 1/3/2026-#51darkromance 1/4/2026-#115 in enemiestolovers 1/5/2026-#93 in possessive 1/6/2026-#151 in possessive 1/7/2026-#97 in enemiestolovers 1/8/2026-#13 in slowburnromance 1/9/2026-#141 in possessive 1/10/2026-#38 in arrangedmarriage 1/11/2026-#8 in slowburnromance 1/12/2026-#5 in arrangedmarriage 1/15/2026-#35 in billionaireceo

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

" Do not be mistaken little flower, you are mine and mine alone. Any man who looks at you longer than three seconds will be dealt in a manner I find fitting. This is my kingdom and I run it the way I see it competent." Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi, the king of Rajasthan announced as he occupied his big, intimidating throne and I stood as far away from his as I possibly could and I shivered under his mocking gaze. " The last time I checked, I was a living human being and not a thing to be possessed Ranaji. You may be the king and own this kingdom and the will of people here but you most certainly don't own me. I will not submit and neither will I do what you want me to. This is my life and I should be the one who makes decisions for myself." I don't know where this undiscovered confidence was coming within me in front of him but I was giving my best to not let it slip away. All I heard was a laughter which oscillated in the otherwise empty throne room as he stood up on his feet and started to walk to where I was standing. His gaze, which was mocking me earlier had now turned stoic which rooted me to the spot I was standing at. I couldn't as much as attempt to run away. " You are only helping me, little one. I am not the one to back out from a challenge and when the incentive is as ravishing as you, how can I lose?" He asked as he stopped merely inches away from me and with the back of his hand, traced the single strand of hair which was framing my face right till my chin, his fingers still lingering. There was a solid 0.001% chance that I could have avoided this trouble named Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi but who was I kidding? I was a walking trouble magnet and what was 0.001% if not an over-expecting hope of something not happening? Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi takes Siya Dhar's world by storm when she steals his heart without even have the knowledge of doing so!

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?

"Are you running away from me?" A playful voice made me stop in my tracks. My heart thudded in alarm, and I had to remind myself that we were in school, with multiple witnesses around us. He couldn't harm me here. I turned around with a glare, but the second I looked at his face, my courage crumbled. 
The memory of him threatening to snap my neck if I reported him and his crew hit me like a brick. Swallowing my fear, I met his eyes. "Weren't you the one who told me to stay away from trouble?" A crooked grin tugged at his lips and he brought his face closer. "Yeah. But looks like trouble doesn't want to stay away from you." I blinked. 
What? *** [muslim girl x bad boy] Bareera Omar, a.k.a Rory, thought junior year's biggest challenge would be adjusting to life and dealing with how people treated her now that she'd chosen to openly embrace her Muslim identity, and started wearing the hijab. What she didn't expect, however, was to get tangled up with Romero Allen - her school's infamous senior and the walking definition of trouble. One moment, he's bullying her. 
The next, he's scaring off the guys who try to mess with her. They don't consider each other friends. 
But calling them enemies doesn't quite fit either. Maybe they're something in between. Something along the lines of 'frenemies'. *** "So what do you want us to be? We can't be both. Either we're friends or we're enemies." "Lovers." #1 in stereotypes #1 in goodgirl #1 in badboygoodgirl #1 in hijab