This story is not for everyone. Not every marriage hides a gentle love story. Not every man is a hero. And not every girl is born brave enough to fight back. Some girls are raised to stay silent - taught to obey, to endure, to sacrifice. Their fear becomes their cage, their hesitation the reason they lose pieces of themselves little by little. And some men grow up believing power is love, dominance is care, and a wife exists only to surrender. This is not a fairytale. No prince is waiting at the end. Bound by an unexpected marriage to a man eight years older than her - a man once meant to become her brother-in-law - she is forced into the lavish yet suffocating world of the ruthless CEO of Acharya Industrialisation Pvt. Ltd. A man worshipped by society, feared by his employees, and shaped by a royal family where husbands are treated like gods and women are expected to kneel without question. He does not believe in love. He believes in possession. What begins as innocent hope slowly turns into quiet horror. Every gesture she once mistook for affection reveals something far darker beneath it. Her dream of a normal marriage dies a little more each day, until all she longs for is a single moment to breathe without fear. And him? He is not written to be redeemed easily. This story carries fragments of reality - the truths many women still live through behind closed doors, hidden beneath wealth, status, and perfect family names. It is cruel, emotional, uncomfortable, and painfully human. So read at your own risk. Because some stories are not meant to comfort you. Some are meant to haunt you.

People says you are rich when your parents are with you, you are wealthy when your parents support you in life but what happened to those who are abandoned by their parents? Durga was only a day old when her grandmother denied to accept her because she was a girl, only a week old when she was abandoned by her father because she was born with dark skin, a month old when her mother left her with her nani (maternal grandmother) with a promise she will come every month to visit her. But after a year when her brother was born her mother forgot she ever had a daughter. 16 years passed with sorrow and desire to buy a new dress like any other normal girl, but she knew with the condition of her grandparents it was even hard to arrange two time's meal... Fortunately she used to get free meals at school. It was another reason for her to attend school nor with book or any other necessary items for class she usually used to stand outside of the classroom as punishment for not taking books with her. but it was not her fault. AMIT SHEKHAR CHOWDHRY : People says what else do you need when you are born in Thakur's family, you are already born with golden spoon. Well, it's not a lie, Thakur do have everything people dream about but is that true? AMIT SHEKHAR CHOWDHRY, sarpanch of 10 villages, powerful, and respected among the villagers. He is tall, board, not breathtaking handsome as heros described in novels but he is very imtidating. He has pursued law from a very prestigious university of that time. He is legally a lawyer but doesn't practice in court, he prefers to focus on his responsibilities more, towards the villagers. He is currently 27 years old and still unmarried. Everyone in the village want to marry off their daughter with him but for him only a girl who is equally educated and mature as him can be his life partner, can take care of his mother's legacy. What will happen when this two completely different person's world will collide together? ____

When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬... 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. Once, he was a boy who hated her with every corner of his heart. Years later, fate forced them into a marriage neither of them wanted, binding them under the same roof despite the distance between them. But she is no longer the loud, carefree girl he remembers. Life took everything from her, including her laughter, her innocence, and her parents, leaving behind a quiet woman who hides her pain behind a calm smile. Before their marriage, he made one thing clear: "Don't expect love from me." So she never did. As they begin sharing a life together, he slowly starts seeing her differently, noticing the sadness she conceals and the strength she carries. Yet one question remains: if he remembers her so well, why doesn't she even know his name? A story of heartbreak, healing, and unexpected love, where old hatred gives way to feelings neither of them ever imagined. ×××× Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine | Marriage of Convenience | Forced Proximity | No Cheating | She fell first (or so she thinks) × He fell harder and harder.. It's just my first book pls don't judge my writing.. there are much more to unfold in this story.. . . .

She married a stranger to save her father. She walked into college to build her future. She never imagined both paths would collide. At just twenty, Aarohi Sharma is innocent, mischievous, and full of quiet dreams. An arranged marriage ties her life to a man she barely knows-Dr. Advay Sharma, a twenty-eight-year-old physics professor, calm, disciplined, and bound by rules. Their marriage is built on responsibility, not love... and a promise: No one will know they are married. But fate plays its own games.Because the man she calls husband at home is the same man she must call Sir in college. In the classroom, he is strict, unreadable, untouchable. And she? She is chaos. With innocent sarcasm, childish mischief, and a smile that tests his patience daily, Aarohi gets on Advay's nerves-knowing well that he can't say a word beyond being her professor. What starts as harmless teasing turns into a silent war of glances, restrained irritation, and emotions neither of them planned