She said " you shouldn't touch my feet, because you are my husband, husband are considered to be god " He kissed her foot and said " sri ma...you are my Devi. There is no wrong in touching your feet. If I could, I would worship you every day, just by touching your feet " (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠) She was married at the age of 16, but after eight months, her husband died. Her family then decided to marry her to a 45-year-old man. She refused, but they blackmailed her and forced her to accept. That was when he entered her life unexpectedly. He came to the marriage because his friend wanted him to attend his sister's wedding, and he was shocked when he saw the man she was about to marry. He fought against the people there and married her, promising that he would protect her until his last breath. That is how they got married, and it became her second marriage. (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠) Srimathi is 17 years old. For her, her mother is everything. She has studied only up to the 10th standard. She is completely a village girl. She speaks confidently when talking about rights. Giridharan is 27 years old. He is a teacher at a school. He always tries to be perfect in everything and always stands for what is right. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ Tropes: Age gap Unexpected marriage 90 period romance Protective male lead Supportive female lead Healing through marriage

American Boy - Indian Girl After marriage love story He is an American. A renowned doctor working in New York. That ideal man every girl longs for. A workaholic and his world revolves around his family and hospital. She is caring,soft hearted traditional Indian girl who loves her family a lot. Waiting for that man who accepts her completely who doesn't want to change everything about her but that man who only want to change one thing,*her last name*. In ONE evening, her life changed upside down. This story is all about how these two people, different in culture, country meet, fall in love and marry. Let's see what destiny has in store for them. Started - 27th September 2020 Ended - 24th February 2021 Rankings 💥 #1 - Indian out of 13.7k stories #4 - Romance out of 1.71M stories #5 - Arranged marriage out of 16k stories #1 - cross- cultural ( continuously) #1 - cross country ( continuously ) #1 - diya ( continuously) #1 - Indian-American (continuously) #1 - tamilnadu (15 Dec 2020) #1 - liamhemsworth (23 Oct 2020) #1 - southindia (9 Dec 2020) #1 - Indian girl (5 Feb 2021) #5 - doctor ( 19 Oct 2020 )

Betrayed by her own blood and murdered on a rainy night, Meera wakes up 1 months in the past-pregnant and married to the terrifying Nattamai of Sembur. Realizing the husband she feared is actually her greatest shield, Meera decides to play a deadly game. She wears the mask of a fragile, naive wife, manipulating her powerful husband's overwhelming devotion to crush the father and sister who killed her. As the fortress of Sembur locks down, her enemies believe they are hunting a lamb, unaware that they have walked into the den of a lioness who has turned the Nattamai's love into a lethal weapon.

Book two of the only series DARK ROMANCE She came with my name against her mouth and I wouldn't have it another other way. And it was the only way she'd ever come for the rest of her life. With my fingers or my dick buried inside her. No other man would have what was mine. Because that's what she was now. Was mine and I was never giving her back. Fuck anyone who tried. It was their life not mine. And an even stronger possessiveness took over at the sight of her before me. The sight of her coming down from her high. So beautiful laid out against my bed. She was art. Perfectly painted on a canvas just for me. --- TW:⚠️Contains topics of abuse, alcoholism, drugs, death, anxiety, sexual context (with consent)⚠️ ---

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 DARK ROMANCE "Fuck. You." I watched as the brown in his eyes darkened and he clenched his jaw. He stared at me for what felt like minutes and before I knew it, he had my back pressed against the wall. One of his hands was above me and the other gripped my jaw, sending thousands of shivers throughout my body but not in a bad way, again, only in an addictive way. "Talk to me like that again Elisia and I'll have you screaming it instead," he whispered, his voice laced with anger. His words suddenly sent a pool of wetness between my legs and made my heart beat a little faster. I tried to get rid of his hand on my face even though I knew I couldn't. When I didn't respond, he let go of me and stepped back. "Now get ready Elisia and if you're not ready by eight then I'll come do it myself," he threatened, walking away. I would love to see him try. Fuck him, fuck him, and fuck him. --- TW⚠️: abuse, intense sexual assault, violence, CNC, sexual content WITH consent, ⚠️ --- Complete but going through MAJOR EDITING

{58 in love out of 2.52M stories- 14/12/25} {1st in billionaire out of 52.4k stories- 22/12/24} {21 in cold out of 22k stories- 31/12/24} {52 in hurt out of 92.9k stories- 15/09/25} Dev Aditya Singh Rathore, CEO of Rathore Corporations, king of Udaipur is known to be a man of dangerous intimidating aura. He's rich, control freak and workaholic who strives for perfection. He's known to be the most handsome bachelor of the times with such success at this young age. Girls swoon over him but the young man has no such compunction ignoring those. The rumour has he had been unfortunate in love previously, thus keeps avoiding it at the chance of being hurt. No matter what, he must avoid being in love. And Trisha Thakur. Trisha Thakur, a middle class girl, who works as an event planner lives her life according to her wish. She's the only child of Thakur family and thus showered with love. She loves books and has quite high standards, often daydreams about fictional characters. As much she loves her strawberry world, the more she loves her family and friends. She lives perfectly in imperfections with her family and friends in a small happy bubble of comfort. Until Dev Aditya Singh Rathore, the ruthless CEO and king of Udaipur, enters her life. She finds him full of attitude and unnecessary pride, she loathes to work under him. But why's she getting butterflies whenever he looks at her?

Kaira Mathur (age 25) sweet & simple Indian girl, who lives with her maternal grandmother after her parents died in a car accident when she was 10. For Kaira, her grandmother was her world and she never planned a life for herself, which included love. However, Kaira's life changes when she meets the young bachelor, Andrew Marshall. Andrew Marshall, half Indian half American, (age 28) an arrogant but handsome and shrewd businessman. He took over as CEO of Marshall Corporations after his father died in a heart attack. Girls go crazy for him after his looks and money. He may seem cold and heartless from outside, Andrew however never believes in playing around. And is waiting for 'the one.' Two very different people , who live poles apart from each other. Will Andrew find his girl? Will Kaira learn to love? Read the story to know about their journey of love. ********************************************* This is my first ever story, please give it a try and support. Also, the story is solely based on my imagination. If you do find any resemblance to any other story or character on Wattpad, it is purely a coincidence. Let me know if you see similarities I will try and change my story. Happy Reading! ✅ Unedited

He saw her, he saved her, he healed her and he claimed her; Only to lose her at the end. ------------------------------------------------ In a world overtaken by the mafia, there can only be one king. PEARL SALVATORE His name alone was enough to make anyone's blood run cold. Infamous for his heartless and cruel ways, he considered the most dangerous man alive. "I will kill every bloodline of Giovanni." once a promise was made.And he honoured it. He kept his word. He killed them all, only to feel NOTHING! Watching the woman who showed him light in his darkness, the woman who taught him 'its okay to feel', the woman who loved him unconditionally. He watched the woman he loved burning right infront of his eyes, but he feel NOTHING! He was standing there like a stone as if his soul left his body and just like that he was GONE. To the world, Pearl Salvatore died. But to his family he just.... vanished. Like he never existed! . . . What happens when he returns? Will he go back to his old love? or someone else's gonna enter his life? Every man needs a woman when his life is a mess because just like chess; the queen protects the king. ******************************** It's the second book in mafia series. This is a sequel to the book- 'His Purchased Wife'. Violence, danger, love and heartbreak await in this Italian Mafia Saga.

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. ••••••••• "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."

Highest rankings:- #1 in Rajputs #24 in brides #40 in adult-content #1 in generalfiction #9 in Royal She gasped when he cornered her frame to the wall, her front banging to the hard surface and his front capturing her from behind. He rasped in her ear huskily grinding his lower body to her, "Tumhe to main pehle hi chakh chuka hu. Trust me, I haven't forgotten how you tasted." A moan escaped her lips feeling his lips on the seam of her ear. A smirk graced her plump lips which she threw his way and muttered seductively, "Explains your obsession with me, Hukum!" He ground his dick to her derriere retorting in a lustful husky baritone, "Are you sure I am the only one obsessed here?" *** Pulling her veil from the dishevelled bed she wore it over her bare self, running fingers through her hair when his deep husky voice greeted her ears, "Naam kya hai?" Throwing him a gaze over her shoulder she stated, "Heer." Running his gaze over her naked form, he stood up covering his own with the scattered clothes when her slow voice asked him, "Or aapka?" Amusement danced in his eyes at her oblivion. Leaning into her he whispered huskily with a smug face, "Ranjha to nhi hai." *** Entering inside the room she shared with her now husband she closed the door behind her. However, the next moment his body towered over hers encaging her between the wall and himself. She breathed out in anger, "Kya badtameezi hai." Only for her anger to diminish when he raised his hand that held a black gun, his deadly gaze staring straight into her fiery ones. He stated firmly, "Aaj ke baad unhe jealous karwane ke liye tumne hamara istemaal kiya to..." The gun landed inside her mouth shaking her from head to toe, and his voice rang in the room, "To thok denge." ~***~ Six lives. Three love sagas. One story! Join them in an epic love chronicle revolving around hidden secrets, revenge, power-battle, obsession and their passion, their junoon for their consorts.