Tejendra~~~~~ Loving Drishti was my only truth. Marriage was never supposed to change that. I was forced into this. Forced to take vows with a woman who meant nothing to me. Nayantara was a mistake written in my blood, a punishment I didn't deserve. A wife in name, nothing more. She should have been easy to ignore. Obedient, quiet, everything a perfect wife should be. But she wouldn't stay in the shadows where she belonged. She pushed, she defied, she dared to make me see her. And I hate her for it. Because every time she stands her ground, I falter. Every time she looks at me with those damn unshaken eyes, I forget. Forget that my heart isn't hers to claim. Forget that I was never supposed to want her. But I do. My punishment. My addiction. My downfall. Nayantara~~~~~ I was never meant to love my husband. Not when his heart was never mine to hold. Not when every word he speaks, every glance he gives, is filled with a love that belongs to another woman. I tried. I played the part, whispered the prayers, carried the weight of a marriage that was doomed from the start. But what's the point? A man like Tejendra Pratap will never love me, and I no longer care if he does. I won't beg. I won't wait. I won't waste another second wondering if I'll ever be enough for him. Let him stare. Let him burn. Let him hate the way I no longer flinch under his gaze. My cage. My lesson. My husband.

Part 2 of The Replacement Wife

Their love was forbidden, bound by social violations and silenced by class differences. She was like an angel but was pushed into a dark world and she found it better to accept death than to accept its reality. He belonged to a rich family who knew how to buy things, gems and people with the power of money. She was an entertainer of men and he was very famous among women. She had no right to refuse. He had the right to make his own choice. Her wings were clipped and she was never able to fly. He was free and could make his own decisions She was the life of the party. And his presence added colour to the gathering. She was Pari of the brothel. And he was the king of the palace. Different worlds. Different society. Different surroundings. There was only one similarity, both were alone. The moment his eyes fell on a tender flower he decided that she would just amuse him, attend him and be touched by him only. She always found the looks of men dirty, but he was the only one whose gaze made her feel incomplete if they did not fall on her.

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026) #Top4 in India (10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿ To the women who were told to be silent, and chose to speak through their strength instead. To the men hardened by life, but brave enough to let love soften them. And to every soul caught between tradition and dreams- may you find the courage to live both. 💫 The Zamindar's Bride - Blurb She dreamed of white coats and stethoscopes. He ruled fields and farms with silence and steel. Varnika Kashyap, a bright 20-year-old aspiring doctor, had her whole life planned - until the sudden death of her parents shattered everything. Orphaned and vulnerable, she's coerced by her controlling aunt into a marriage she never wanted. Her groom? Vardhan Singh Rana - a 30-year-old village zamindar, feared by many, respected by all. Vardhan is everything Varnika is not - uneducated yet worldly, stoic yet intense, powerful yet rooted in tradition. He never asked for a bride, but his father's condition for inheritance forces him into the shackles of matrimony. Thrown together by circumstances neither of them chose, Varnika and Vardhan are strangers bound by a sacred vow. She is too naive for his world; he is too hardened for hers. And yet, amid the dusty courtyards, whispered secrets, and stifling expectations, a delicate tension brews. Will she find herself caged or cherished? Will he lose himself in love or keep building walls? A tale of forced beginnings, emotional awakening, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.

"Is it necessary to be a King's wife to become a queen?" : A kingdom is ruled by a King but the Queen rules the king's heart." : "It's my decision to choose him as my groom, and it is my responsibility to make him a king." : : Her altah coloured feet approached towards the end of the arena. The tinkling sounds of her anklets echoed. All eyes were fixed on her. Everyone was waiting eagerly for her to choose a suitable groom for herself. Kings and princes from different dynasties of Aryavart stood there with all their glory just to catch her attention but her eyes were fixed somewhere else. Holding the garland of Lotus she approached towards the end of the arena. Her eyes met his molten coppery ones as she put the garland around his neck making everyone shocked. Everyone present in the arena was astonished. Everyone had just one question in their mind - WHY DID THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PRINCESS OF ARYAVART CHOOSE A BEGGAR AS HER GROOM? ................ Join Avni in her journey to turn her husband into a king. Join Avni in her journey to become a true Queen. This story is dedicated to all those girls who are fighters and lovers. .............. Tropes- Indian royal marriage Romance Historical Arrange Marriage King and Queen Hey everyone, Har har mahadev. This is the very first story that I am writing it is completely fictional. Please give this a try. And help me to improve as well.

He loved once, was betrayed, and now I am the wife he never wanted. I live in the shadow of a love that ended in divorce, blamed for sins that were never mine. Will he ever see me as his wife... his other half? The words I hear crush me, each one heavier than the last. "You are nothing more than a middle-class bodyguard. Just a bodyguard. Wait-don't tell me he kept you... did you sleep with him for his money too?" My silence burns, but my heart keeps whispering-will he ever move beyond this curtain of lies, will he ever see the truth? For his love I have endured, waited, and prayed all my life. And yet, all I hear is another dagger. "I am sure you wouldn't have cared if it was any other man that night... instead of me." I had only read of love in books, but after marrying him, every heartbeat betrayed me-faster, louder, whenever I looked at him. Now I wonder... will I ever truly know what love is?

𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 -𝟏| 𝟐𝟏+ To be EDITED. - - - "You think you can buy me off like the rest of your pawns, Reyansh?" "I don't need to buy you, Athira. I'll break you... make you beg. And you'll fucking love it." - - - To the world, Athira Roy is perfection-a golden girl, the epitome of grace, smiles, and charm. But the moment Reyansh Sehgal enters the room, her light extinguishes into a dim flicker. They say power is everything, but what happens when the rich heiress is forced to marry the heir to the most dangerous mafia empire? When love, hate, and dominance blur together until the lines don't exist? When secrets buried so deep, they were never meant to be uncovered, come crawling to the surface? Their worlds were never meant to collide-but when they do, it's destructive, chaotic, and inevitable. Because once those secrets start unraveling. They'll be bound by more than just fates. And neither of them will be able to escape.

Rated No.1 #matureaudience #separation #maturelanguage #contractmarriage #loveforever #funnyromance#chicklit || 𝑯𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 ♡ || They say men always fuck up the things more, he's one of the best examples of those men. He's a mess and he won't even think twice before involving someone else in his mess. His world is dark, so dark that you'll lose all path even if you try to escape it countless times. The loneliness he carried within himself, he believes, can only be pushed away by drowning himself in the thirst of lust which is always flaring inside him to quench. But if only he knew by pushing it, he can't get rid of that loneliness. The ruthless billionaire does not know how to feel. Well he doesn't care about that all he does was fuck and throw without giving a shit about other's emotions. Meet him '𝑨𝒏𝒗𝒂𝒚 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕' the male protagonist of this story. He believed he could bend any girl on her knees for a night to satisfy his lust and get his pleasure until his ways collided with her. She wasn't any different and that's what made him hate her more. For a fact now she's his so called "𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝑾𝒊𝒇𝒆" he knew she wasn't any naive dove she knows how to pull her cards and defeat him in a worst way possible. 𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙞𝙘𝙝é 𝙁𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙗𝙤𝙮 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙖𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙞𝙧𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚'𝙨 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. ° 𝐍𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 b/w the leads ° 𝐌𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐭 𝐨𝐟 T.W. ° Not a book for virgin obsessed male lead/female lead.