Excerpt Seeing her frozen without even blinking, he came towards her and yelled, "I. said. STRIP." Hearing that, she mumbled in a pleading tone, "Please, Jwalin. I... I'm sorry if I did something wrong. Leave me. I'll just go away and never appear before you again." Listening to her pleas and her stupid talk about leaving, he chuckled, it was so dark that her bones turned chilly. "It was so late to talk about leaving, Pranavi." He said while he moved closer to her and she tried to run, but his hand drove faster than hers and his tight grasp settled on her slender waist while his nails dug into her skin, making her wince in pain. The way Jwalin said it was so late, made her insides twist and she wondered if she had missed out on something. But alas, she had more pressing things that needed her immediate focus. With that, she again tried in her wobbled tone while struggling not to let those pesky wails escape her eyes and piss him off further. "I... I can give you divorce, Jwalin. I... I know... you hate me, so I can make you... free from me, from this forced marriage." She said while his expression turned livid. There was so much hidden rage in him that was threatening to come out by breaking all the bounds. He smirked, while disgust danced on his face, "divorce?" Shaking his head, he asked, his voice turned scary, making her gulp while blinking her eyes, "Do you really think you could do that after being Mrs. Jwalin Oberoi?" .............................. Jwalin Oberoi, the CEO of Oberoi Enterprises was forced to marry Pranavi Mehta, a student pursuing Business Analytics to the world but was a hidden gem lurking in the shadows with many buried secrets that would turn their worlds upside down. Their marriage was an art of deceptions, betrayals, and manipulations! He's a beast in disguise, and she's an angel in the dark. His Angel. Will love bloom between the opposites? .... Daily Updates!!

He did not marry her for love. He married her because her last name carried the weight of his ruined past. Aarav Raichand returned from ashes with power in his hands and hatred in his heart. For years, he lived for one promise, to destroy the man who destroyed his family. But revenge needed more than money, more than power, more than victory. It needed a bride. Anaya Malhotra was never meant to be part of a war she did not start. Strong, graceful, and unwilling to bow, she walks into a marriage built on hatred, secrets, and a pain older than her love could ever understand. To him, she is his enemy's daughter. To her, he is the man who turned marriage into punishment. But hatred has a dangerous way of burning too close to desire. And some vows, even the cruelest ones, can awaken feelings neither of them are ready to face. In a house where silence speaks louder than love, two wounded hearts will be forced to question what is stronger: Revenge... or the person who survives it. He made her his revenge. She became his weakness.

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Total Chapters : 27 Started on : February 2025 Completed on : December 2025 Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

"D--Don't...!!" She wasn't afraid but her fumbling in front of him was because she couldn't believe it. But he shamelessly smiled at her. Putting his one foot near that disshelved girl on bed. "Why, Rebel...? It was indeed a worthy night." He commented smirking. While grazing his lips on her earlobe he further said-- "And must I confess. You were.... Awesome." His voice was husky, but mockery filled a bit more. "The way you wanted me to touch you..." He brushed her unkempt hair with his fingers, removing them from her face. "And I swear...Your pale body in my arms was looking so---" "No !!!! Just shut up !!!" She jerked his hand off. Her face red with embarrassment. Embarrassed of her own self ! "I won't do any such thing--" "Oh believe me darling, you were doing, or I must say, begging to do such things ! Begging me to..." He once again brought his lips near her ear. "To wash all your sins by touching you. And I don't think a man can touch a woman better then...this---" "Oh just stop !!!" She said, her eyes blazing. Tears rolling down her eyes. "You are a pathetic man Thākur Rāghavendra Nārayan Agnihotri !! I didn't think you can be this lowly !!" "And I don't care about what you think, Inaayat Khan ! All I know is..." He trailed, both his words and his finger on her cheeks. "I liked you, atleast in bed last night. So from today onwards you'll be spending your nights in my room. And I repeat ! I don't fucking care, where you are whole day, but your nights should be with me." He said with a serious face. "Dear wife..." "No !!! That's not how men treat their wives, Thaakur saahab !! This is how they treat their whor---" She couldn't complete. "One more word, and I will show you how I treat my whores !" His dangerous voice sent shivers down her core. But disgust overpowered it ! And he left..... Descending down the stairs, he looked up. That must be enough.🖋️

𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟒 "Who am I to you?" she asked, her hazel eyes brimming with unshed tears. She fought hard to keep them at bay, wanting to appear brave. She refused to let him see how much his answer affected her. "My wife," he said, his gaze locked onto hers, the same hazel eyes that always had the power to make him do things he never intended. Seeing her like this made his jaw clench, self-loathing creeping into his bones. He wanted to punch himself for being the reason behind her pain, but he stood there, helpless and broken. "Just in name," she spat, as if the word wife was poison on her tongue, something so vile that merely hearing it from his mouth made her sick. "Just your fucking responsibility!" she screamed, her voice laced with anger and agony. "Don't use bad words, Suru," he warned, his voice turning stern, almost scolding her. "I am not a child!" she yelled before storming off, leaving him standing there, hwatching her disappear. Join Surili Thakur and Kabir Rajput, Chote Hukum aka Kunwar Sa of Jaipur, on a journey filled with love, pain, and redemption Warning ⚠️: This story has scenes of domestic violence, fighting, and strict old social rules. Some parts may be sad or upsetting. It shows the pain and struggles women face in a harsh society. The story does not support violence. Reader discretion is advised. 18+ Adult content. Early update on scrollstack

"𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝑺𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒂, 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆." ✧(RUDRAANSH DEV TIWARI)✧ A man built from silence, control, and something far darker than anger. Once,he was different. Once, he felt. But betrayal craved something ruthless inside him... and since then, emotions have only been a weakness he refuses to afford. A CEO , a name whispered in fear , Not even blink once before killing anyone. His words are his final words. No one dares to question him otherwise they know what would be their condition. He doesn't love. He doesn't trust. And he never let anyone get close enough to matter. He also craved for love but shut his feelings. "HE DOESN'T BELIEVE IN LOVE BUT SHE WAS THE REASON HE AGAIN STARTED BELIEVING IN IT." _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_˙⁠❥⁠˙ ✧ ˙⁠❥˙_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ "𝑰𝒇 𝒔𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑰'𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒊𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕." ✧(IRAANYA GANGULY) ✧ SHE was never the kind of girl to seek attention. She lived quietly , finally comfort in her own world-where emotions stayed hidden and words were carefully chosen. A girl who learned the hard way that love comes with conditions. Raised in a family that gave her everything except the Freedom to be herself. She didn't stop loving her she just stopped believing in it. ☆ Now , her self-respect is her only rule. And no man gets to cross that line. Soft-heart with sharp tounge. Respect elders but don't accept disrespect. Her one sentence is eno

TOO DIVINE TO DEFY (#1 DIVINELY MINE) ___________________________________________ "He swore to break her. Instead, she became his ruin." She was the untouchable queen of the silver screen. He was the cold, ruthless billionaire who used her as a pawn for his dark revenge. Through a brutal web of blackmail, he trapped her into a fake engagement, determined to dominate her life and destroy her spirit. He wanted to ruin her world, but her fire was something he never saw coming. As the lines between fake and real begin to blur, the ultimate controller loses his own grip. The monster who swore to never feel finds himself hopelessly addicted to his beautiful captive. He wanted to tear her down... but now, he will gladly burn his entire kingdom to ashes just to keep her safe.

"Aap mujhse door kyun bhaag rahi ho, Noor?" Veer Malhotra's voice cut through the room-low, controlled, and dangerously calm, like a warning no one had the courage to ignore. Noor's breath hitched. Her back pressed harder against the wall as her eyes flicked around, searching for an escape that didn't exist anymore. Every instinct in her was screaming to run, but her body refused to move. "Please... mere paas mat aao." Her voice broke at the end, fragile in a way she hated. Veer took a slow step forward. Then another. Unhurried. Certain. Like he already knew she belonged exactly where he wanted her to be. The air between them felt suffocating, heavy with something unspoken and dangerous. "Main aapko kuch nahi hone dunga." Noor shook her head, panic rising in her chest. Her eyes were wide now-trapped, cornered. "Aap samajhte kyun nahi ho... mujhe aapse darr lagta hai." Veer stopped just a breath away from her. His shadow swallowed her completely. His gaze was fixed, unblinking-possessive in a way that didn't ask for permission. "Aur main duniya se nahi..." he paused, voice dropping even lower, "aapko khone se darrta hoon, Noor." Silence snapped shut around them. Outside, the world kept moving. Inside that room, she had nowhere left to run. He owns power the world bows to. Veer Malhotra doesn't ask-he decides. Noor Rajput never wanted his attention. But she became the only thing he couldn't let go. She runs. He reaches. She hides. He finds. And no matter how far she goes... he is already there. . . #1 in protectivebutdangerous ( 21/07/2026) #3 in possessivelove ( 21/07/2026) #9 in originalstory (21/07/2026)

No... please no..." I whispered under my breath, my feet instinctively moving backward until my spine hit the cold, tiled wall. He didn't stop. His smirk deepened as he tossed his shirt aside, revealing his bare chest-broad, strong, terrifying. My body stiffened in fear. The water continued to pour over me, but nothing could wash away the dread crawling up my spine. Before I could react, he was in front of me, closing every inch of distance. His hand snaked around my waist, pulling me against him. "This is just the beginning, wife..." he whispered, his voice dripping with dark amusement. "The night is still young." And then, before I could push him away, he tilted his head and sank his teeth into my ear, making me shiver violently. ~~VIKRANT SHEKHAWAT ~~ To Vikrant, respect is something to be earned-but not by just anyone. His arrogance hides a deep insecurity, one he refuses to acknowledge, and he uses his pride as a shield to protect his vulnerabilities. ~~SHRADDHA THAKUR~~ SHE is a woman of strength, determination, and charm, making her an irresistible force to anyone who crosses her path. She's not afraid to stand up for herself or others, using her inner strength to fight for what's right. AFTER SEEING HER ONLY ONCE Vikrant Shekhawat, who is used to getting everything he wants, finds himself inexplicably drawn to Shradha. Despite his cold and distant exterior, Vikrant's world starts to shift the moment he saw her. His arrogance and pride clash with his desire to be near her and he used his ways to do that. Shraddha's life is full of secret even she didn't know what happens when she'll find her life's biggest secret? 6 trending #forcedrelationship 83#hindi Tropes Age gap Forced marriage Dark romance Mystery 18+ scene includes graphical representation (pictures)

‎‧₊˚✧ Unedited the first draft of the book, ✧˚₊. ꧁ᬊᬁ𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝕽𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖞, 𝕰𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 ᬊ᭄꧂ 𐙚 ⋆˚Aakarsh Singh Mehrotra X Ikshita Singhania ⋆˚꩜｡۶ৎ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝑭𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒂~ 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔. 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌, 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇 𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐄𝐑. 𝙆𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙛 𝙈𝙚𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙋𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖, 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙍𝙤𝙮𝙖𝙡-𝙈𝙖𝙛𝙞𝙖 𝙁𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙧𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙡𝙨. AN~ The book have the essence of both Soft & Dark Romance. ⌯⌲⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Bound by the flames of revenge, yet chasing different prey, their worlds collided. She was send to him-nothing more than a pawn, a possession in his ruthless game. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ‎‧₊˚✧They tried to shatter them. Instead, they rose-like a phoenix, reborn from the ashes..❤︎‎✧˚₊‧ 𖹭ᴊᴀʙ ɴᴀꜰʀᴀᴛ ᴋᴀʀɪ ᴘᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜɴᴏᴏɴ ꜱᴇ ᴋᴀʀɪ ᴀʙ ᴍᴏʜᴀʙʙᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴡᴀɴɢᴀɴɪ ᴋɪ ʜᴀʀ ʜᴀᴅᴅ ᴘᴀʀ ᴋᴇ ᴋɪᴋᴀʀᴇɴɢᴇ. 𖹭 top trending in India at #1 four times , #3 five times; in Canada at #2, #4 & #5 thrice; in UK #2, in US #5 ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ Bonus chapters available on stck ! Edited version as well on stck completed ! ꧁ঔৣ☬✞ᯓ ✈︎✞☬ঔৣ꧂