THRONE OF WIVES DUOLOGY | DUET #1 ❛ 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❜ 𝐐𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐚 𝐦𝐮𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐈𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐁𝐚𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐚𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐪 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐤𝐨 𝐧𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚...... 𝙈𝘼𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙑𝙄 "Dur rahiye mujhse nafrat karti hu mai aapse" , She screamed. "Thakurani sa koi apni saans se dur rah sakta hai bhala?" , He said and kissed her forehead. 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃 "Karib aaoge mere to tabahi ka alam dekhoge" , she said smilingly. "Jab tumhare ishq me hum tabah ho hi gaye hai to thoda aur sahi" , He said with smirk. Top #3 in India - 7 | 08 | 2025 Top #2 in India - 8 | 08 | 2025

'No....'she spoke anxiously in anger, her rose-tinted lips trembling, and tears welled up in her eyes. hearing 'No' from her mouth, it felt like my body was boiling with anger. I am Taha Aasif, no girl has ever said no to me. In anger, I stepped towards her, gripping her waist with my hand, pulling her forcefully towards me, our chests colliding. Suddenly, she looked at me with tension and innocent green eyes filled with fear. These very eyes have turned my life into torment, disrupting the peace in my otherwise decent life. "What's the problem with marrying me?" I asked in a suppressed, angry voice. "Why...because...I..." She stammered, tears streaming down from her eyes. I don't know why, but her tears pierce my heart every time. I don't know why I can't stand seeing tears in her eyes. "What...Rubab..." I shouted in anger, making her flinch. "Because I know I am a sinner, but I am not impure like you. And Allah says pure women are for pure men," "And impure women are for impure men." I looked into her eyes while completing her sentence She lowered her gaze and nodded slightly. I know I'm an animal; I do any job that Rubab's Allah forbids. But that Allah never gave me anything. He took everything from me, but I won't let him take Rubab. "So let's make it equal, future wife. I'll make you impure like me, then you'll agree to marry me, right?" I said, caressing her cheeks with back of my palm and pressed my rough cigarette and alcohol-laden lips against her soft rose lips. ******* Taha Aasif 30 years old A handsome man with a short temper His work partner calls him a beast and merciless. Rushda Rubab 18 years old A beautiful young girl whose goal is to re-establish her mother's political party. She is Abraham Ahmad's lifeline. She is full of faith. He is a non believer What happened what two different people collided with each other by the game called destiny. A Tale of innocence and obsession

Dhruv Rajput was a man who never lost-except when it came to her. Cold, ruthless, and dangerously possessive, he built his empire with an iron fist, never expecting love to bring him to his knees. But from the moment he saw Ishnavi, he knew-she was his. No escape. No negotiations. Just *his*. Ishnavi, sweet yet stubborn, never believed in fairytales. She challenged him, pushed back against his obsession, and refused to be just another possession. But love with Dhruv was never gentle-it was fire, chaos, and passion wrapped into one. He was everywhere, inescapable, relentless in his pursuit of her heart. And now, no matter how much she claimed to need space, she always found herself back in his arms. Because fighting him was useless... when she had already lost herself to him. "You don't get to decide when you walk away, Ishnavi. Because from the moment I laid eyes on you... you were mine." 💬 "Run all you want, hide all you want-but remember this, sweetheart, I'll always find you." 💬 "Why do you keep acting like I belong to you?!" 🔥 "Because you do. You just haven't accepted it yet." 💬 "I don't trust people around you." 😤 "Oh, so now you don't trust me either?" 🔥 "Sweetheart, I trust you. It's the rest of the world I want to burn down." 💬 "If you ever think of leaving me, Ishnavi... take me with you."

Dark Indian fantasy This story is based on the 1950s when society was male dominated, women were not allowed to open their mouth or share their views. At that time, illegal marriages , domestic violence, and everything were normal. Men were even allowed to marry multiple times. At that time, girls were not allowed to study . Thakur Vijayendra Singh - head of 55 villages in Rajasthan, 30 yrs old, hotty , the most handsome guy of the whole village, and most wanted bachelor. He is a man who commanded attention without a word. Standing tall at 6'2ft, his broad shoulders and strong frame carried the weight of generations. His presence alone was enough to silence a room, his dark, kohl-rimmed eyes holding an intensity that could pierce through the bravest of men. A faint tilak marked his forehead, a reminder of the lineage he carried with unshaken authority. Dressed in an off-white kurta, a finely embroidered shawl draped over one shoulder, and leather riding boots, he looked every bit the powerful ruler he was. His black horse, Raunak, galloped through the golden sands, dust swirling behind him as he rode through his lands like an emperor surveying his kingdom. Aaradhya Rathore - The Untamed Flame Aaradhya was like a delicate flame-small, bright but capable of burning everything in her path. At 18 years , 5'3ft, her petite frame held a spirit far larger than the world allowed her. Long, waist-length black hair swayed behind her like a silk curtain, strands escaping to frame her delicate face. Her hazel eyes, lined with dark kohl, held a quiet defiance, a fire that refused to be tamed despite the world's expectations. There was an innocence to her beauty, but also stubbornness, an untamed spirit hidden beneath layers of silk and gold. #1 sad on 5.06.26 #1 sadness on 22nd March 2025 #1 romantic on 13th January 2026

The story unfolds in the 1950s Madhya Pradesh, revolving around 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚, an 18-year-old girl, who enters into an arranged marriage with a Thakur, a man ten years her senior. He holds authority over more than a hundred villages. But how did she became his purchased wife. Will love every bloom between them. Peep to know more. 18+ #1 Virgin Male ( 31/01/2025) #1 Character development (10/09/2025) This story contains mature themes and domestic violence. This story is written by following all types of wattpad guidelines. Don't try to report the story because it's already tagged mature and if readers feel uncomfortable then discontinue reading the story.

The midnight wind howled through the corridors of Rathore Haveli as I ran-barefoot, my bridal dupatta trailing behind me like a wounded bird. My heart pounded louder than the temple bells in the distance. "Stop her! She's running away!" A distant voice roared, but I didn't turn back. The courtyard was deserted, the marble floor cold beneath my feet. A carriage stood waiting at the gates, my one chance at freedom. I gripped my lehenga and surged forward-when strong hands seized my wrist. Rudransh. His grip was firm, his breath uneven. His eyes-once filled with indifference-now burned with something else. Something dangerous. "You're running from me?" His voice was a low growl. Tears blurred my vision. "You never wanted this marriage, Rudransh! So let me go!" His jaw tightened. "Maybe I didn't. But I'll be damned if I let the world say Rudransh Pratap Singh's bride ran away on our wedding night." The challenge in his voice sent a shiver down my spine. My escape plan was shattered, and in that moment, I realized... so was my heart. _________________________________________________________________________________ "RUDVIKA: Bound by Fate" is a heartfelt historical romance set in 1980s Rajasthan, where love and tradition collide. Rudransh Pratap Singh, a rebellious young man, and Shivika Rathore, a woman of grace and conviction, are bound by an arranged childhood marriage. While Rudransh resists the shackles of duty, Shivika embraces fate with quiet strength. As misunderstandings, pride, and family expectations test their bond, will love find its way into their hearts? A tale of love, pain, and self-discovery, where destiny weaves its own story.

© all rights reserved. Cover by Saumyaaverse✨ 1890's India, British era . --- Sold into a life she never chose, Meeradhvi the child prostitution ( 18) becomes the wife of Prithviditya Rajvanshi - a man of power, pride, and cold authority. At 28, he carries the weight of duty and a childhood love he can never forget, leaving her to navigate a world of silence, gossip, and subtle cruelty. Yet amidst the whispers, the village taunts, and the shadows of the past, their fates intertwine in ways neither expected. In the quiet moments between duty and desire, will responsibility give way to something deeper, or will the chains of fate hold them forever apart? "She was sold , he was forced , responsibility was formed and yet destiny refused to let go

#Top 2 in India (10/9/26) #Top 3 in India (14/6/26) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

Anam Ahmad is a second name of beauty and innocence. As a sister of Turkey's most feared mafia, she is familiar with all kinds of violence, but still has a beautiful heart that cares for everyone. She is a strong girl who can do anything to help her elder brother, and she knows very well that life is not a fairytale. This world is not as beautiful as it seems. "Dishaan Malik is totally opposite of her. He has a dark, intimidating aura with Greek God face . He possesses all the qualities that a woman craves for. She is 18 She is innocent She is beautiful He is 28 He is dominant He is rude They unknowingly got bound together in a bond called Nikah." ..................//..........//............. Give your love and support to my next story "SIDDAT"(an obsession) ...........//........//.......... Join their journey to know more. #4th rank in beauty out of 33.3k stories (14/03/2023) #3rd rank in beauty out of 31.3k stories (29/03/2023) #1st rank in intense out of 9.9k stories #1st rank in agegap out of 16.k stories

" Kya sochne lage hai? bhar dijiye na maang hamari. Ab aur intezaar na karwaiye." ( What are you thinking? Fill my hairline. Don't make me wait anymore.) She whispered to him and he glance at her face, little shy but glowing. He don't know if he will be able to become a capable husband or not. His parents chose her for him and he believe their decision won't be wrong but, he is insecure. She grabbed his hand and squeeze it a little as if she just read his mind and chose to comfort him. He mentally smiled, felt his heart skipping a beat by this thought and finally filled the partition of her hair with sindoor. ~~~~~~~~ " What do you even have, Kabir? For the the highest position, you are neglecting your newly wedded wife. We all know, you won't get CEO chair easily. My father will use every single tactics just not to hand you the position." His cousin mocked him. He was mostly affected by her statement of neglecting his wife and unfortunately he was right. He is insecure. His childhood was bad without the embrace of his parents. People around him made fun of him. His family was for namesake only. They changed him to ruthless and cold Kabir Chauhan who now only cares about money and power. He want to gather so much power that he won't have to kneel before anyone. He want to create his own name. But, Someone chose to touch him with the fragrance of her love. She played the strings of his heart very soulfully and presented a lovely view of world to him. She spread her arms wide for him to hide, His Kajal. Their saga of love begins now.