Warning ⚠️ Mature content 🔞 *child marriage* she was 10 when he's 18 she was innocent girl who didn't know about marriage while he's sarpanch of village cruel dangerous. it's old fashion book so don't hate me for child marriage plot. " bhaiyaa" she scream...... "bhaiya honga tera bhai inaya" he shout he's face darkening with anger. Years later, he leaves the village and disappears into the cold streets of London. Time changes him. The boy who once ruled with anger becomes a man the world now fears - a brilliant lawyer with a dangerous silence and a darker aura. She calls him Rudra. The world calls him dangerous. " hum sarpanch hai baba humpe zor jabardasti nhi kar paoge aur na hi hame us ladki se vivah karne ke liye mana paoge" he said calmly but firmly. " tum uske ghar to jaa aao baki fir baad me dekhenge, tumhari maa ki zidd hai " he's father said with pleading.... Rudrakansh ko sirf ek hi chiz ki bookh h aur vo h respect. ~~~~ "Sarpanch jiiii, please na... aap to bohot acche hai na! Aisa mat karein... bas upar se aam phek rahi hu, pakad lo please!" ~~~~ forced marriage innocent girl × short tempered sarpanch little girl × mature man Possessive Obsession Vo kehte rahe dur raho humse , hum kehte rahe paas hi to hai A promise made in childhood... a destiny waiting to return. He always saw her as just a child, a little shadow growing up before his eyes. But the day she stood before him in a saree... something dangerous woke inside him. A desire he never wanted, a feeling he tried to fight. Because she was the same girl he had watched grow up- yet suddenly, she wasn't just a child anymore. And now... she is his obsession, his stubborn claim, his madness, his burning obsession and wild desire. 🖤 And trust me, guys- this story is worth it. Please give it a try. 🖤✨

She was so shocked that she could only say, "Devyansh? Shivali? This... this all???" Devyansh lowered his gaze and, holding the hand of the girl standing next to him, said, "We... we got married. Shivali and I love each other, and Shivali is going to be the mother of my child." Not only had her husband married someone else today, but he was also about to become a father. This meant... this meant he must have been deceiving her for an unknown amount of time, while she foolishly believed that her husband loved her. "What? What do you mean?", Trishvika asked, shocked. Devyansh said, "I didn't want to spend my entire life with a woman who couldn't even give me a child in two years." "And what about me? My life, my decisions?", Trishvika questioned. Devyansh, sitting comfortably on the sofa, said, "Divorce papers. Sign these divorce papers and leave, Ashvi!" Hearing this, whatever little emotions were left inside Trishvika died instantly, and all the second thoughts she had while signing the divorce papers vanished. Without any emotion, she signed the papers and threw them at Devyansh, saying, "I don't need your money or your name anymore. I'm leaving now, but I will come back, Devyansh Rana! To take revenge for the injustice done to me. I will come back to destroy you. Just wait for that day." And then, without looking at anyone, she walked towards the door.

Widowed at thirty-four, Kabir Rathore is a successful businessman, but a lost man at heart - a single father drowning in guilt, duty, and a past he can't let go of. When his newborn daughter and two-year-old son need stability, his conservative family urges him into an unusual solution: a marriage of convenience. Enter Shruti Roy - twenty-seven, quiet but resilient, reeling from her own heartbreaks, and fiercely protective of her independence. She agrees to the arrangement, not for love, but for the children who steal her heart the moment she steps into Kabir's chaotic world. What begins as a practical decision slowly unfolds into something neither of them expects - laughter in shared silences, sparks under casual touches, and a home built from gentle moments. But ghosts of the past are not easy to bury. When jealousy strikes, old lovers reappear, and trust is tested by twisted intentions, Shruti and Kabir must ask the hardest question of all: Was this just an arrangement? Or the beginning of something real? ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀: 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 STANDALONE.

Shree Lekha Sharma was known for her bright, innocent smile. But behind that smile was a heavy secret she had carried for years. When she was just fifteen, her world fell apart. A terrible accident took the lives of her parents, leaving only her and her younger brother, Shivam, behind. With no one else to turn to, their relatives took them in. But it wasn't out of love. They only wanted the massive wealth and inheritance her parents had left behind. To protect Shivam from their greed and cruelty, Shree Lekha had to make a heartbreaking choice. She decided to hide her true, sharp intelligence. She put on a mask, pretending to have a childlike mental disorder so her relatives would let their guard down. She was just waiting-waiting for Shivam to turn eighteen so she could legally become his guardian and take him away from that toxic house. But the real Shree Lekha never truly vanished. In secret, with the help of her college principal-who was her late father's loyal friend-she was completing her degree in business studies. She also started working at a local orphanage, guided by the kind Dean. Now, at twenty-three, she thought she could keep up this double life forever. But everything was about to change. Adityanath Vardhan was thirty years old, a world-renowned businessman, and a man who held immense power. To the outside world, he was ruthless and merciless. He was a man of few words, deeply rooted in his traditions, and a firm believer in God. For his family, he wasn't just a green flag-he was an entire green forest. He got whatever he wanted, always. Then, he saw HER in the holy city of Varanasi. Something about her caught his attention instantly. On the outside, she seemed vulnerable and childlike. But Adityanath had sharp eyes. He could sense that beneath her innocent mask, there was a fierce, intelligent woman hiding in the shadows. He became completely captivated by her. using his power, he set an arranged marriage into motion...

My Husband Series: Part 3 Vihaan's back met the wall with a quiet thud, Utsav's hands gripping his waist, firm... unrelenting. "You're my brother's best friend" Vihaan muttered, breath uneven. Utsav leaned in, voice a dark whisper against his ear. "And you're mine, sweetheart. I don't care who it offends. I don't care what it breaks. You've always been mine." Vihaan's heart pounded. He didn't move. He couldn't. Because he wanted this. He wanted him. Vihaan Aggarwal is a Renowned Advocate and has his own Law Firm. He is a charming and confident individual with a mischievous streak. He has a quick wit and sharp tongue, often leaving people in splits with his clever remarks. Despite his playful nature, he's fiercely dedicated to his work and puts in the effort required to excel in his field. Utsav Mittal is the CFO of Mittal's Real Estate. He is a bright and witty individual with a mischievous sense of humor. He's quick-witted, sharp, and always up for a challenge. His calm and composed demeanor often helps him navigate complex financial situations with ease. Warning: This book contains mature themes and contents including foul language. This book is lgbtq+ so those who doesn't like such content please stay away.

previously known as 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 Tropes: Forced revenge marriage Age gap 10 years Italian mafia lord X indian royal heiress Grovelling MMC Deception to Devotion Loathe to lifelong Love born from guilt " 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 " ~ 𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 & 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

"What happened, Butterfly?" His hoarse voice sent a shiver down her spine as his calculative gaze locked onto her. His slow, deliberate steps toward her made her breath hitch, and as her back collided with the wall, he caged her in. "Now, where will you go, Butterfly?" His arms slid around her waist, pulling her closer to him. ‎ . ݁⋆ ۶ৎ ݁˖ . ݁ Kabir Malhotra, an introvert-calm and possessing a devilish charm-is a CEO who hates when things don't go his way. His heart, once as delicate as a rose, has now turned to stone. He never thought love would find him until his "butterfly" entered his world, changing everything. Is this change good or worse? ─ ⊹ ⊱ ☆ ⊰ ⊹ ─ Mira Singhania, once an extrovert, transformed into an introvert who no longer feels emotions. She became something she never even knew-a life she wanted but never received. A heart that once felt the emotions of everyone has now become something unimaginable. She never thought she would betray her, "Abir," who was everything to her-but now, he is nothing. Is he truly nothing? ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── Their lives were filled with pain-the pain of broken relationships and love they never received. A love they yearned for, but one that remained just out of reach. Let's see what happens when their shattered worlds are pieced together in an arranged marriage-an arranged marriage arranged by him. After all, broken is beautiful. ──⋆.˚✧ ✧⋆.˚──

She was the girl who believed the world was made of dream and her favourite rosogolla. He was the man who lived in shadows, with blood on his hands and silence in his eyes. Bandita Sen was never supposed to step into Atharva Ahlawat's world. To her, he was just the crush of her dream, the man who smiled softly but kept his distance. By day, Atharva Ahlawat captured beauty through the lens of his camera. By night, he was the name whispered in fear-the enforcer who cleaned the messes . And yet, to him, she was the only thing untainted, the only innocence he would never allow the world to touch. But Atharva has already decided. If she has seen his world, then she belongs to him. Now it's a dangerous game of distance and closeness, of stolen glances and unspoken fears. He is the storm that could ruin her life. She is the only light that could ruin his control. And in the fire between them, one truth burns brightest: She can try to walk away, but he will never let her go. A slow-burn dark romance of love, obsession, and the thin line between danger and devotion. "Her innocence was his weakness. His obsession became her prison."