I entered my room, which was decorated with flowers. Today was my wedding night, and my bride was sitting there with her face covered by a long red veil. I adjusted my collar, closed the door, and said, "Rinki..." As soon as I said her name, she instantly lifted her veil. For a second, I got scared seeing her reaction. Then she said, "Aap mere pati ho? (You are my husband?)" I nodded slowly, and she said, "Haan toh aap pehle chal kar dikhaiye. (Then walk and show me first.)" I frowned in confusion, and she continued, "Aap chal kar aur hans kar dikhaiye. (Walk and smile for me.)" I slowly sat on the bed and asked, "Kya main pooch sakta hoon kyun? (Can I ask why?)" She looked at me and said, "........" For knowing more, read the story. I will not disappoint you. Welcome to my world 🌍. translation will be available . ⚠️ mature content will be their too thankyou for patience from you're Anamika 😊🦚🪻

Aaliya never imagined her quiet life would lead to an arranged marriage - and certainly not with someone like Zayan: calm, distant, and unreadable. Yet when their Qubool hai echoed through the hall, something in her heart shifted. He wasn't the love story she had planned - but perhaps he was the peace she had prayed for. In a modern city where feelings are loud but intentions are lost, Aaliya and Zayan learn that love doesn't need to shout. Sometimes it whispers - in tea cups, jasmine scents, and the quiet dua between two hearts that finally meet in peace. 🌿 A gentle, faith-filled arranged marriage story about finding comfort, connection, and the calm kind of love written in your destiny.

"sometimes when tradition meets love a beautiful bond is formed" This story is about arrange marriage in a small village of era 1960's A girl tied in a arrange marriage since she was born When he was deeply in love with him she was scared of him Tropes-: Arrange marriage Childhood marriage Grumpy×sunshine Cold×kind Shameless×shy Workalcoholic×housewife Confident×introvert _______________________________ He is I hate when someone yaps a lot She is I love yapping HAPPY ENDING!!

"How would you like to get f*ck today, my dear wife?" 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 "It was the year 1999....when eyes still mirrored every emotion, and love spoke without a single word." बात सन 1999 की जब आंखें ज़ज्बात का आईना हुआ करती थीं! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Vedarth is the kind of man who leaves a quiet impression. He's smart and genuinely intelligent, the type who observes more than he speaks. There's a shy charm in the way he carries himself, yet every now and then, a playful flirt slips through his calm exterior. He fell in love with his wife the moment he saw her, a feeling that still reflects in his eyes whenever she's around. Though a little mysterious at times, he treats everyone with respect and warmth, making him surprisingly easy to talk to and impossible to forget. Aratrika is a quiet storm wrapped in soft edges. She's shy and a little nerdy, but her sharp mind always shines in her academics as she works toward her degree. She loves her siblings fiercely, and they're her biggest source of joy. Marriage isn't something she ever dreamed about, and with her father's wish steering her future, she's stepping into it with zero expectations. Still, she keeps her dignity intact. She's respectful to everyone but never afraid to speak the truth when it matters. Promo- In 1999, an arranged marriage ties two strangers together. For her, it's duty. For him, it's destiny. He falls first. He falls harder. And once she's his, heaven helps the man who even looks her way. She meets him with quiet grace. He meets her with an intensity he can't hide-soft around her, ruthless around the world. Forced proximity turns into something warmer, deeper, and far more dangerous. Every shared silence, every almost-touch pulls them closer than either planned. But the past is never truly past. Secrets rise. Shadows stretch. And love becomes the only thing strong enough to survive the storm.

This story contain mature themes [18+] People say Anantgadh is a cursed kingdom. A place where white marble palaces hide dangerous secrets... and Devraath brides lose themselves behind royal veils. Saranya entered Anantgadh as a guest. She stayed as the wife of Rajveer Singh Devraath. The future king. The most feared man in the kingdom. Cold. Possessive. Untouchable. A man who never asks twice. Inside Devraath Mahal, Saranya slowly learns the rules of being his wife. wear his sindoor, carry his name, obey his commands, and never forget who she belongs to. Because Rajveer does not love softly. He loves with ownership. And the moment he touched sindoor to her forehead... Saranya stopped belonging to herself. In Anantgadh, power wears a crown. But obsession wears the name... Rajveer Singh Devraath.

❥ 𝙰 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚝 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎 1990𝚜-𝙴𝚊𝚛𝚕𝚢 20𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚕𝚘𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚘𝚗 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚟𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚜! ❥ 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚘𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚛𝚌𝚘𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛! ❥ 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢, 𝚘𝚛 𝚖𝚊𝚢 𝙸 𝚜𝚊𝚢- 𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚍 𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚍𝚊𝚖𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖! 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚞𝚗𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚞𝚎𝚕𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚌𝚊𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚝𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚞𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚋𝚒𝚛𝚝𝚑! ❥ 𝙰 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚗𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚖𝚏𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎! 𝙷𝚘𝚠 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚛𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝!??

Pravinya, a 25 year old working as an IT employee, loves nature and long drives , had a worst childhood experience so she craves for love from her suppose partner. Ashish , a 27 year old working as a cinematographer Loves his job and wants to enjoy the life and doesn't like the concept of marriage but still wants to give it a chance. When both the opposites are tied in a relationship called marriage what will it possibly lead to? Will the realise their love and accept eachother? Dive into to know more!

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢:𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢 | 18+ Book 1 of "ONLY FOR HER" series Description: 1900s. Royal traditions. Untamed emotions. And a love written by fate. Vikrant Singh Rajput the youngest and most feared Sarpanch of Rawatgarh. A man bound by dharma, driven by power, and feared by all. But beneath his stoic exterior lies a heart that beats for only one Nayantara Rawat. She's innocent, yet unafraid. Graceful, yet defiant. A girl of strong values and a tongue that doesn't fear truth a rare flame in a time ruled by silence. She never imagined her fate would tie her to a man like him by rituals, revenge, and rivaaz. He claims her as his Ardhangini, not just in name, but in soul. And once claimed by the Sarpanch of Rawatgarh, there is no escape. What begins as a sacred bond slowly spirals into a tale of obsession, devotion, and the kind of love that scorches through lifetimes. Tropes :~ •Royal Indian Setting •1900s • Powerful Sarpanch × Innocent but Bold Heroine • Age Gap Romance • Arrange marriage • Possessive Alpha Male • Dark Desi Romance • Soft for Her • Devotion × Obsession • Protectiveness × Respect • Innocence meets Intensity Warning: This book contains mature themes, adult content, and emotionally intense scenes rooted in cultural and traditional elements. Recommended for 18+ readers only. Reader discretion advised. MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKING #1900s 1st out of 1.5k #vintage 2nd out of 14k #interesting 1st out if 27.7k #violence 4th out if 8.9k #soft 1st out of 15k #sexy 1st out of 83k

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

They didn't fall in love. They broke into it. A marriage built on silence. A man who never lets go. And a woman who's never known what it feels like to be chosen-until now. He loved in silence. She ached in noise. Adyant Shah was everything Dhruvi Kapoor couldn't understand-quiet, composed, untouchable. She wanted fire. He offered stillness. But some loves don't need grand gestures-just the courage to stay. hello fellas, Bold at heart, soft in words. I write the kind of love that aches-and the kind of pain that lingers. If you're here to feel, you're home. Its an matured theme story and will keep you hooked. its my first story as well so please let me know if you like it.