She thought every marriage ended in pain. After losing her parents and surviving an abusive marriage, Vedika had stopped believing in love, family, and happiness. Broken by her past and haunted by scars no one could see, she enters another marriage only because fate leaves her no choice. Ishaan Shekhawat is cold, possessive, and dangerously protective - a man who has already been betrayed once. A single father to a little girl named Advika, he has no interest in love anymore. But everything changes the day his daughter innocently asks Vedika- "Aap... mumma ho na?" ("You are my mumma right?") What begins as a forced relationship slowly turns into something neither of them expected. Late-night comfort. Jealous glances. Stolen kisses. Healing wounds. Family chaos. And a love so deep it feels like home. But can a woman terrified of love truly trust again? And can a man who buried his heart learn to love without fear? A heartbreaking yet heartwarming story about healing, family, motherhood, jealousy, and finding love after surviving pain. ✨ Tropes: • Arranged Marriage • Single Dad Romance • Broken Heroine • Possessive Husband • Healing Love • Slow Burn • Family Drama • Cute Kids • Emotional Romance • Second Chance at Life

Everyone believes Ishara Mittal is just another wealthy businessman's wife. Quiet. Elegant. Forgettable. No one sees the life hidden beneath her silence. Then at a grand corporate celebration, she meets Abeer Raichand - cold, disciplined, emotionally untouchable. Their interaction lasts only minutes. But something about her feels strangely familiar to him. And something about him disturbs memories she thought no longer existed. Because years ago, before buried identities, forced marriages, and carefully hidden truths-- they had already belonged to the same story. A story the world believes ended in death eighteen years ago.

Some debts are paid in blood. Zayran Malik chose a different currency. Aayat Raichand has spent her career inside the minds of dangerous men. She never expected to live in one's house. When her father is arrested on charges she knows in her bones are wrong, Aayat has exactly forty-eight hours and zero options. The man sitting across from her with an unsigned contract and her father's freedom in his hands is Zayran Malik, feared mafia king, renowned trauma surgeon, and the last person on earth she would choose. The terms are simple. Marry him. One year. No questions about his business. No contact with her father. She signs. Their marriage is a cold war conducted in expensive rooms. He is controlled where she expected cruelty. Distant where she expected dominance. He gives her space she didn't ask for and draws lines she cannot cross. She studies him the way she studies every dangerous thing carefully, clinically, from a safe distance. The distance doesn't hold. Because the longer Aayat lives inside Zayran's silence, the more she finds things that don't add up. Not just about her father's case. About him. About the grief he carries like a second skeleton. About the way he looks at her sometimes... like she is something he has been waiting a very long time to lose. She is a forensic psychologist. She knows what a man hiding something looks like. She just isn't prepared for what he's hiding. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Cruel Devotion is a dark romance about a forced marriage, a buried truth, and a love so carefully concealed it nearly destroyed everything it was trying to protect. Some monsters are made by grief. Some are made by the wrong kind of trust. And some were never monsters at all.

Rankings: #Top 1 in India- 04-/05/2026-10/05/2026 #Top 2 in India- 31/05/2026 #1 in Slow-burn Romance- 31/05/2026 #1 in Age-gap romance- 21/05/2026 #1 in Broken Family- 20/05/2026 #1 in Single Mother- 20/05/2026 #1 in Replaced Bride- 20/05/2026 #1 in FoundFamily- 03/06/2026 ------------------------------------------------- The Japanese have rightly said- "Broken pieces tend to mend each other when kept together." But what if the broken pieces are people instead? Sharanya Kapoor, 26, an architect, widow, and single mother, is forced into a marriage as a replacement for her step-sister who runs away from her wedding. Loving, emotionally perceptive, and carrying her own unhealed wounds, she unexpectedly enters the fractured Rajvansh household. Rishvaan Rajvansh, 34, a divorced businessman and father of two teenage sons, was once a man capable of loving deeply. But betrayal turned him cold, emotionally detached, and distant from both emotions and his children. Now, a stranger and her little daughter, Eirisha, become part of their already broken lives. Can Sharanya soften the harsh dynamics of the Rajvansh household with her quiet warmth? Will Ishvaan and Avyaan ever accept her... or her daughter as their own? Can she rebuild trust within Rishvaan's guarded heart? And if broken souls are kept together long enough... can they eventually become a family?

Because sometimes, the wrong person leads you to the right kind of love. Tropes:- He fell first (this time) Lover her x wipped him Ex's cousin/Ex's brother Rom-com Old wounds + healing + rediscovering love Second chance romance

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

"𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬" 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ᯓᡣ𐭩 R U D R A x D I S H A ᯓᡣ𐭩 "I refused your penny-worth marriage proposal last night." Sarcasm drips from her voice as she glares at him, hands cuffed to bed. His mouth curves. "I remember that clearly but look at you now..." his voice trails off, his gaze flickering to her hairline with a gleam before going downward around her neck. "Tied to my bed, wearing my nuptial chain and sindoor like an obedient wife." She freeze for a second, struggling to put her thoughts together. Just last night she offered her mother's ashes to Ganga. Now she's married to the man who's not worth sharing a glance. "Mirror 's on the ceiling, Mrs Sehgal." He mocks. ~*~*~ (Note: This is not your typical lovey-dovey story. It's a dark storyline with slow burn romance and Taboo relationship. Keep your hating comments to yourself if you don't like it. )

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller