Rehan Ali Khan (32) You're forever caged with me cherry. Misha Siddiqui (21) Please husband, cage me forever in this hell. ___________________________________________ Obsession begins where freedom ends. True affection allows the other person to exist independently, as a separate consciousness. But obsession refuses this separation. It seeks to collapse the distance between "self" and "other," not through understanding, but through control. The obsessed mind does not ask, "Who are you?"-it insists, "You are only mine." The more intense the obsession, the less the other person is truly seen. Their autonomy, desires, and flaws are erased, replaced by an idealized or feared version created by the mind. In this sense, obsession is not a relationship-it is a monologue disguised as devotion. Where obsession clings, love lets go. Where obsession consumes, love understands. And where obsession demands, love allows. Rehan's obsession, forbidden desire will forever cage Misha. In the end, fate may not be about what is destined, but about what we do with what is given. Read the full story to know more about Rehan and Misha. ___________________________________________

𐙚⋆° 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 & 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐄 One night was all it took. A night they don't fully remember. A mistake they can't take back. By morning, it isn't just regret that stays - it's the truth. She's pregnant. Mahira and Ibzan try to move on, to fix it in their own ways, to pretend it never happened. But some things refuse to disappear. And when their families find out, the choice is no longer theirs. They are bound into a marriage built not on love, but responsibility on a need to correct what went wrong. Living together becomes harder than walking away ever was. Every moment carries the weight of that night. Every silence, every glance, every word left unsaid. Because what began as a mistake... doesn't feel like one anymore. Read the story to know more. Core tags 🏷️ (Slow Burn, Forbidden Love, She Falls First, He Falls Harder, Professor × Student, Grumpy × Sunshine, Arranged Marriage) Additional tags 🏷️ (Accidental Pregnancy, Forced Proximity, Unspoken Feelings, Right Person, Wrong Beginning)

She was born a princess. He was raised like a king. An arranged marriage between two royal families... But what happens when duty slowly turns into desire? Aarohi Singhania never believed in love after marriage. For her, marriage was about sanskaar, responsibility, and reputation. Maanveer Singh Raghuvanshi never believed in showing emotions. For him, love was weakness... until she walked into his life. Between royal traditions, family politics, Bua Sa's strict rules, and Raghuvanshi Haveli's silent tensions... Will their marriage survive the test of ego, power, and hidden feelings? Or will love bloom where it was never meant to exist? This is not just a love story. It's a story of pride, power, and passion.

She felt it before she saw it-the prickle of eyes on her skin, the unsettling sensation of being watched, even in a crowd. The feeling had started months ago, subtle at first, just a hint of unease that she brushed aside as paranoia. But as days turned into weeks, the sensation grew more intense, more insistent, like a shadow that followed her everywhere. Her friends called her dramatic, her mother worried she was overworking herself. But she knew better. It wasn't just her imagination. He was always there-just out of sight, lurking in the edges of her world, a dark figure woven into the fabric of her life. She caught glimpses of him in reflections, a fleeting silhouette in the corner of her vision. She could feel his presence, a heavy weight pressing on her chest, tightening her breath. He watched her with a hunger that burned in his eyes, an obsession that consumed him. She didn't know his name, didn't know his face, but she could feel the intensity of his gaze even when she was alone. It was a strange sensation, knowing someone wanted her so badly it bordered on madness. Her every move was marked, every breath counted. She was no longer living in a city, but in a cage-a cage he had built, without bars or locks, yet impossible to escape. He had chosen her, marked her as his own, and now there was no turning back. She's his obsession, and he's her obsessive stalker. What she didn't know was why. Why her? Why now? And what would he do if she tried to run? The answer was simple-he would never let her go

Arsalan Ahmed, a successful psychiatrist and the heir to Siddiqui Enterprises, ends up in a surprising marriage to his cousin-a woman he doesn't get along with at all. They are as different as night and day, always clashing. From the start, Arsalan promises her that their marriage is temporary and that they will go their separate ways after a certain time. But as they live together and get to know each other, things begin to change. Despite their differences, Arsalan starts to see another side of her and realizes he might be falling in love. Find out what happens in "Somewhere in Our Hearts"-a story where two people who seem completely incompatible might just discover love where they least expect it. {𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚕𝚘𝚠-𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚗 𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎}

Ishita Verma never prayed for love. She prayed for escape. Aarav Rajput never believed in destiny. He believed in control. One impulsive moment inside a temple binds two strangers into a marriage neither of them planned, wanted, or understood. A secret husband. A hidden wife. A cold CEO and an introverted girl pretending to be strangers in public. This is not a love story that begins with romance. This is a marriage that learns how to survive before it learns how to feel. Note: Guys this story's plot struck me suddenly and I tried to make it as better as possible from my imagination. Guys please follow atleast till part 30 if you feel it is not what you thought it would be. I am a first time writer so I hope everyone will support me and help me grow ❤️

Adnan agrees to marriage under one condition - no children. Preferably, a woman who can never have them. Saba is forty. Educated. Independent. Quietly resilient. After six years of marriage marked by infertility and three miscarriages, she was divorced and returned to her parents' home carrying grief no one could see. When her aging father worries about her future, she agrees to marry again - not out of hope, but out of resolve. Their union is arranged, practical, and deeply uncomfortable. Both come from modern, well-educated Pakistani families. Both have careers - Adnan runs his family's real estate business; Saba works as a social worker at a girls' high school. Both know loss intimately. And yet, neither is prepared to face it reflected back at them. Adnan keeps his distance, offering respect without warmth. Saba tries to make the marriage work without begging for affection. What follows is not a love story born from passion - but one shaped by silence, grief, and the difficult choice to stay present instead of hiding in the past. Some marriages begin with promises. Theirs begins with restraint.

A wedding... and a runaway bride! Srishti Mishra forced to marry her sister's would-be husband! Mahir Kapoor, a ruthless man who cares about nothing except his work. After his bride runs away, he forcefully marries Srishti and demands a child from her. Srishti wants to escape, but every time she tries, Mahir pulls her back to him. Will Srishti ever be able to get away from Mahir? And why does Mahir want a child so desperately?

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....