Welcome to a gripping emotional thriller of love, sacrifice, and unbearable betrayal. Satv was on the verge of his happily-ever-after, ready to marry his beloved partner of five years. However, a catastrophic blunder by his own brother forces him to make a soul-crushing choice: abandon his true love and their unborn child to step into a forced, unwanted marriage. Enter Surili, a gentle soul robbed of her parents and her voice in early childhood. Raised by devoted adoptive parents, she is bound by an immense debt of gratitude. To save the only family she knows, the girl who cannot speak is forced to weave a massive, life-altering lie-a lie that permanently ties her to a furious, broken Satv. Now, they are locked in a marriage built entirely on resentment. Satv vows to turn Surili's life into a relentless nightmare, blaming her for his ruined future. Meanwhile, a guilt-ridden Surili silently accepts his wrath, viewing it as the rightful punishment for her singular, devastating mistake. What is the desperate lie that bound these shattered souls? Can forgiveness ever bloom in a house consumed by anger? Dive into this intense, cinematic narrative to uncover the dark secrets connecting Satv and Surili. Satv's POV "The woman who destroyed my life... the woman who snatched away my love... If she ever expects love from me, I'll make every single day of her life feel like hell." Surili's POV "This is the first mistake I have ever made in my life. If this mistake becomes my punishment, I will accept every wound, every tear, and every pain without complaining."

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."

ABHIMAAN SINGH RANAWAT The devilishly handsome, 26 years old 6'3 and To-be-King of Jaipur and CEO of Ranawat empire. He was the no.1 businessman in India and came in the list of top 10 business globally. The eldest son of the new generation of the Ranawat's. The most eligible bachelor in the market. He never showed the world his true feelings always hiding it behind the coldness he wore as a disguise. Not to mention , the royal family were unfathomably rich. His physique made girls fan their faces. Face sculpted like a greek god born in Rajasthan. He always kept himself busy with work but had a soft side for his huge family, siblings and friends. He never was interested in relationships and girls but when his marriage was fixed with HER, everything changed. SWARA RAI CHAUHAN The divinely beautiful , 24 years 5'3 and Head of Designing Wing working in her father's company , The Chauhan enterprise. She was always pampered by her family especially by her bhaiya and bhabhi , she lived in her soft girl era, she loved dancing and reading . She was really kind and sweet to everybody but gave savage reply to the person who tried to insult her. Her family was rich , not as much as the royals but yeah very rich as her brother was amongst top 10 business men in India. She was dedicated to her work and could not tolerate anyone disrepecting her family infront of her. She was a shiv bhakt and beleived in his divine power. She with her best friends gawked at good looking guys wishing to have a love marriage with one such guy. Until one day when she met HIM, everything stopped. Two families fixed the marriage of two souls who barely knew each other. Join me to witness the royal journey of #ABHIRA navigating through their arranged marriage. This story has alot of characters, huge family dynamics and drama. Tropes ~ Arranged marriage Sunshine x Grumpy Cold ceo and sweet girl Royal family Loving in laws Jealous and possessive mml Adorable and lovely mfl Slow burn

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

⋆.𐙚 ̊"𝐀𝐀𝐏 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐒𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐅𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐔𝐀 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐄, 𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐑𝐔𝐇𝐇 𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐏 𝐉𝐀𝐓𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐈 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐀.." 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝜗ৎ She wasn't the bride they chose. She was the bride they sacrificed. When her stepsister disappears on the wedding day, Noor is forced into the mandap to save her family's reputation. With trembling hands and a broken heart, she marries a man she has never met. Rivaan Singh Ranawat. A billionaire. A man worshipped by the business world. Cold. Untouchable. Impossible to understand. Their marriage begins with silence. With strangers sharing the same name. With promises that neither of them ever asked to make. But beneath Rivaan's calm smile lies a truth no one knows. A truth powerful enough to shake empires. A truth capable of turning love into the most dangerous weakness. As Noor slowly learns what it feels like to be loved, cherished, and finally called family, the ghosts of her past refuse to let her go. And when Rivaan's hidden world collides with the life they've built together, every promise they've made will be tested. Because some secrets don't just destroy lives... They start wars.

† 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍'𝐒 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝟏† 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 - 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 - is a 30 year old businessman who is considered one of the richest businessman in the whole world but no one knows that he is a leader of mafia world . There is no illegal business in which he is not involved. He is in a relationship with a girl named Riya Chaudhary since last 5 years but there is no physical connection between them. He hates physical connection. 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍-𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 - is a 22 year old sweet girl with green eyes like a lake and innocence clearly visible on her face and her long, thick hair looks like the night sky. She was like a magical fairy descended from heaven. Her husband's name is Yuvraaj khanna . Her father got her married to his best friend's son when she was 20 years old. She loves her husband a lot but she and her father doesn't know how whore of husband yuvraaj is. But why did fate play such a game with Emir and Shreya that their paths crossed or should we say someone else played this game? 𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐑 & 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀 - 𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐁𝐋𝐎𝐎D "Aap esa kyu kar rahe hai mere sath apki zindagi me to woh hai na jisse aap pyaar karta hai"she said tears continuously flowing from her eyes. "Tumne sahi kaha koi hai par zyada der nahi or rahi baat pyaar ki to woh me kisi se nahi karta"he said while wiping her tears . "par me already shadi shuda hu" she said "That doesn't matter to me you will marry me otherwise I will destroy your father and not so precious husband " he said in a very calm

#𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 They said grief changes people. But I remember when I looked at him, he didn't look broken. He looked awakened. Like a man who had finally found a reason to breathe again. Unfortunately, that reason was me. There's nothing loud about him. Forget raising his voice he barely speaks unless he has to. He just watches quietly, like a wolf waiting for its prey to stop running. When a man like him decides you're his, he doesn't need to say a word. He didn't have to touch me to make me feel trapped. He just had to look. And maybe that's what chains really are...not metal or rope, but the slow suffocation of being seen, claimed, and never asked if you wanted to be free. If the girl I was four years ago had seen who I am today, she would have laughed at herself, completely unaware that one day she would herself say that: Arhaan Mirza is my fate, my curse, my damnation and the chains of desire my soul refuses to break free from. ~ Arhaan X Eyana

Rudransh thakur a 29 years old sarpanch height 6 ft 3 inch A very dangerous man for his enemies But he can lay down his life for his loved ones loves his brother very much Chavi a naive 21 years old girl Chavi's mother died in an accident and she now lives with her abusive father This is an erotic smut story set in a village where an age-old tradition binds all the men of one household to marry a single woman. A strong and engaging storyline layered with intense smut Set in a remote village that follows its own deep-rooted traditions Threesome M×F×M Please don't judge the story by its first five chapters-they might feel a little cringe. Stick with it, and I promise the journey is worth it! 🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞🔞