Kshitij Gupta is the owner of VV groups of Hotels and a self made businessman. The only regret of his life is, he wasn't able to confess his love to the only love of his life, and was not able to play his part in doing her life normal, not once but twice and all his lifetime. He still has love for her in his heart but he is trying his best to move on from her, the latter one being happily married and blessed with kids. His part of responsibility towards his family makes him agree to marry his mother's bestfriend's daughter, but will he be able to love her and give her what she really deserves? Kritika Verma is an interior designer, struggling for work in her field and at the same time with her mother's ailment, which makes her agree to marry Kshitij. She has expectations from him. She wants him to act like a husband in real way, but all he gives her is cold treatment. Will she be able to spend her life with him?

"In a world where legacy rules... love doesn't stand a chance." Three heirs. Three wives. A mansion built on secrets. Forced marriages, buried betrayals, and hearts caught in a battlefield of power, passion, and past sins. In the Rathore family, love was never the plan. He never asked for a wife. She never begged for love. But now they're bound-in blood, in fire, in secrets. Behind the Rathore name lies a legacy of silence, scars, and sins they can't outrun. He's the heir to an empire. She's the storm he never saw coming. They said it was a marriage. They didn't say it would be war. Three daughters-in-law. Three forbidden love stories. One family built to break. You thought this was a love story? No, darling-this is a reckoning.

my heart raced with every step he took towards me,i clutched my dress and tried not to make any sound or i will face the consequences. tears left my eyes,i was stucked with him,i hated everyone for doing this to me. "you still have time come out sweetheart."more tears left my eyes as i covered my mouth with my hand. sobs were ready to left but i forced myself to be strong. suddenly a hand clutched my hair and dragged me out from my hiding spot. I knew who it was and was ready. "tsk tsk tsk,i said you,if i will find you then you have to face double consequences but you being stubborn disobeyed me."a sob ripped through me at the thought of the punishment i will receive. #violence #abusive content. . this is pure imagination. This story doesn't support or normalize anything take it as a fiction and don't spam any hate i won't tolerate anything towards my storyline or anything related to the story. if you don't like second chances or story like this,then skip it don't read it.

Everyone expected the quiet princess to die. The tyrant king had buried wives before, and the fragile girl forced to marry him was supposed to become just another forgotten tragedy. But the soft-spoken queen does something no one expected. She survives. While the court fears the monster on the throne, she remains beside him calm, gentle, and far stronger than anyone realizes. At first, the king tells himself she is simply useful. Her mind is sharp. Her kindness dangerous in a palace built on cruelty. And kings protect what is useful. But the longer she stands beside him, the more the kingdom begins to notice something unsettling. The tyrant who trusted no one now watches her like she is the most valuable thing in his world. His words remain cold. His temper still deadly. But everyone can see the truth the king refuses to admit. The monster on the throne has fallen in love. And the quiet queen who was supposed to die has learned something even more dangerous The only way anyone could ever hurt her... Is by surviving the king who would burn kingdoms to the ground to protect what belongs to him. (Book 1 )

He married her. He loved someone else. She loved only him. Seven years of marriage. One child. Zero confessions. When the woman he once loved returns, everything Suhani tried to bury threatens to resurface. The truth. The heartbreak. The night that changed everything. But sometimes, love doesn't come with fireworks. Sometimes, it waits in silence-until the moment you finally look back. We hit ✨ #1 India #1 angst #1 angstwithhappyending #1 trending #1 arrangedmarriage #1 secondchances #1 adorable #1 emotionalromance #1 marriage-of-convenience #1 loveaftermarriage #1 unrequited love #1 trianglelove #1 exgf #1 hidden love #1 heartbreaking #2 slowburnromance #2 grovel #2 familysecrets #2 slowburn #2 marriagedrama #2 desi #3 lovetriangle #3 other woman #4 womensfiction #5 pregnancy #6 adorable #7 Wattpad #7 womanpower #8 forcedmarriage #9 selfdiscovery © Kiara Gilbert. All rights reserved. This work is protected under DMCA and international copyright law. Do not copy, repost, translate, or adapt any part of this story without explicit written permission. Unauthorized use will result in immediate DMCA takedown notices, reporting, and, if necessary, legal action. I appreciate every genuine reader, please respect the time, effort, and creativity that went into this work.a-

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

Vashista , a 21 year old who finished 12th class, since then she is restricted to home and responsibilities. A very warm kind hearted woman. Devaraj, a 27 year old man who works in fileds and lives on his own as he doesn't have parents but a very stoic and cold hearted person but beneath all that he craves for love and affection. When Vashista and Devaraj gets married will they find love and be happy? Will vashista manage to make her way into Devaraj's heart? Will love ever bloom in their lifes? Dive into to know more!

Top 1 in India [21/02/26] #Book 2 of Rathore's brother series ISHANI VIKRAM RAJPUT The wife of Vikram Rajput, Ishani is an innocent and kind-hearted young woman who hails from a humble middle-class family. Deprived of love and affection from her parents, she naively believed that marriage would bring her the warmth and care she always longed for. However, her dreams were shattered when she found herself in a toxic and abusive marriage. "Maa, please, I want to come home," she pleaded desperately. Her mother replied coldly, "Even if you die, don't come to our house-you are nothing but a burden to us." DEVANSH SINGH RATHORE Brother-in-law of Ishani and a single hot DAD,cold man and soft hearted only for his daughter(love) "A successful businessman and secretive mafia head, he exudes a calm aura that sends shivers down everyone's spine. After mysteriously leaving India five years ago, he returns with no explanation, a man full of secrets. He speaks only when necessary; his eyes do the rest, sending a chilling message with just one glance." Chlta firta BOMB both from looks and Nature ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ "Dedicated to all the girls who yearn for love, both soft and dangerous." ⚠️WARNING: This book contains mature content. there is a mention of abuse,suicide,rape,depression and murder(not by male lead) read only if you comfortable...

"Please... Open...the door...I can't breathe.." She said breathing heavily... "You have to pay for ur mistake.. Mene tumhe pehle hi warn kia tha..ki tumhaari wajah se agar meri family ko zara si bhi takleef hui...then you will face the worst side of me.. My dear Wife..." He said with gritted teeth.. standing on the other side of door.. She was struggling for a single breath... He turned off the lights of the room..to torture her more..as she is scared from darkness.. Her body couldn't tolerate anymore...and She collapsed.. He is not aware that She has asthma... . . . . . . . He is 30 She is 21 He is the eldest son of his family She is the youngest daughter of her family He is Cold as ice.. She is Warm as fire.. He is 6'2 She is 5'3 Story Troupe ✨Age gap ✨Slow burn romance ✨Forced marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨He fell first and harder Come... let's dive into the amazing and sizzling story of Vardaan Singhania and Noor Mehra..✨✨ As it's my first work ever on Wattpad...there are various errors and grammatical mistakes but I promise that I 'll try to improve myself..

The story revolves around the Rathore family - a powerful and deeply orthodox household where patriarchy rules every corner of the mansion. The men in this family have grown up believing that dominance equals respect, and control is love. They don't know how to value a woman's voice, emotions, or choices. For them, women are meant to obey, not speak. Tradition is their excuse, and ego is their religion. The male leads are cold, aggressive, and emotionally unavailable. They carry the burden of their family legacy like a badge of honor, believing it's their right to command and their privilege to be obeyed. In this toxic environment, women are expected to be submissive, soft-spoken, and endlessly sacrificing. But what happens when the fire within these silent women finally dares to rise?