•~ 18+ dark Indian romance ~• "I hate you rudra." I whisper harshly as tears brim my eyes. I look at his face, his emotionless and stone face. "I will never love you." "I don't give a fuck if you love me or hate me." He says harshly, his hold on my wrists tightening above my head. I should do something, I should kick and scream but I do nothing. "You are mine. My wife, my thing. If I see another man touching you again I'll kill him and make you watch. Understood?" His eyes cold and jaw hard as if he is holding himself back. "Fuck you." I spit in anger. He gives me his smirk, his evil smirk. "Now you are truly fucked, sunshine." ****** 21 years old Naina Khurana was thrown into a marriage with the most emotionless and cold hearted man, Rudra Oberoi. She found herself marrying her sister's fiance when her sister ran off on the day of her wedding. Rudra oberoi is seven years older than her, he is as cold as ice, everything he does is calculated and he gets what he wants no matter who gets hurt. He is one of the most notorious businessmen of the country, he has many underground businesses which goes against every single one of naina's moral. How will they survive this marriage ? The real question is will they survive this marriage? Read to know more. Some warnings ⚠️ - detailed 18+ content (language and scenes) - will get dark at some points - MMC is rude, mean, dominating and very controlling in the beginning. (He will have a character development) - age gap - forced marriage

This Story is about Nisha the young woman who is married to a introvert man Vedang they have been married for 11 years she was just 19 when she got married to him when he was 28 Nisha Vedang Vishwanathan she is the wife of Vedang Vishwanathan the rich business man with a lot of patience and arrogance fill in him he is man of words he never takes no as a answer if he wants it has be to his Nisha who was the mother of 3 children she is a very calm lady with maturity but she is lost in the role of mother daughter in law and wife she is woman who is craving the love of her husband she has always been a understanding wife always there to support him she knows he loves her but she wants him to express she was tired being the understanding one

"Kapde utar," he said coldly. ["Strip"] Dhimahi's hands shook as she reached for her dupatta. There was no point resisting. She knew it. But she was too slow. Trayambak stormed towards her, ripped her kurti, and forced her down to her knees. "Muh khol." ["Open your mouth"] She looked up at him, her eyes full of fear, pleading silently. "Mere paas duniya bhar ka samay nahi hai, muh khol, warna mujhe aur bhi tareeke aate hai," he snapped, grabbing her hair again with one hand and slapping her lightly with the other. ["I don't have all the time in the world- open your mouth, or I know other ways to make you,"] She was empty now. Her tears kept falling, but she didn't fight. She couldn't. Like always, she did what she was told. Because Trayambak wasn't a husband. He was a monster. And she was trapped.

There is a kind of silence that comes just before thunder-heavy, suffocating. That was the silence in Sahastra Tripathi's heart. He had walked away from privilege and power-for love. For Sparshika. But she wasn't Sparshika. She was Urvi. And everything he had abandoned was now burning behind him. "What happened, Urvi? Did you forget your name or think I was a fool?" "I... I was going to tell you-" Two strides. He grabbed her hair. CRACK! Her head slammed into the kitchen counter. Plates shattered. She cried out, collapsing, blood gushing from her forehead. "Sahastra ji!" she whimpered. He yanked her back up. SLAP! Her cheek snapped sideways. She fell again, lip split open. "Please don't hit me..." He pressed his shoe on her cheek, grinding it into the marble. "You lied to me. Your name, your past-everything was a lie." "No... I love you!" He crouched, grabbed her face. His eyes burned. "My father was on the brink of death... because of you." She blinked, stunned. "What?" "Still pretending?" SLAP! She hit the floor again. "I really don't know..." He didn't let her finish. He lifted her, threw her over his shoulder, stormed into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. His belt came off. He tied her wrists to the bedposts-tight, ruthless. He crouched again, jaw clenched. "Because of you, my father is in this condition." "You gave away his location, didn't you?" "But too bad... he survived." "But now he can't walk. And neither will you." He grabbed her foot-twisted. CRACK! She screamed. He smiled darkly. "Don't stop screaming. Your pain soothes me." He grabbed her other foot. Twisted-slow, calculated. Stopped just before the break. "I could break it... but not yet." "I'll break you. And your legs. Slowly." He stood, breath ragged. Eyes hollow. "Just like my father can't walk... you never will." He turned, slammed the door. Urvi lay tied, broken, bleeding. She could no longer tell what hurt more-her body, or her heart.

'Cold love is like a winter night without stars-Dark and unforgiving.' Yudhishthir × Ruhi She was like a fragile rose, a symbol of love. Being the only daughter of Singhania households, Ruhi Singhania was the heart of her family. A sunshine girl of free spirit full of love, care and emotions. He was like snow, beautiful but cold. He breathed violence. He lived for violence. He was made for violence. Born as 2nd prince of the royal family of Jaipur, Yudhishthir Rathore was the CEO of his family business and the future heir of the throne. Despite his elder brother being in the scene. What will happen when these two poles apart will be arranged together in an unwanted bond of marriage? What will happen when Ruhi learns the truth about her husband? Will they survive together or ruin themselves? They had many differences but the main was- •She had a heart but he was heartless.• 'HEARTLESS LOVE' (Tale of toxic) --- ~"Am I so bad that you don't leave any chance to hurt me? What's my mistake?" "Your only mistake is that you are my wife and you love me because I was never meant for marriage and love."~

"I don't want to become a mother." This line is a taboo for women in some parts of the world, and so was for Khusi Mukherjee. At the age of 25, independent and single, she wanted to live her life according to her rules. But everything changed when she met Bhaskar Goswami, a potential groom selected by her mother. They met, talked, liked each other and got married. Sounds like happily ever after, isn't it? But no, there's a small twist to it. Khusi never wanted to bear a child, and that's what made her a pariah in Indian society. Will Khusi be able to endure the pressure of her decision? Will she keep her head high and stick to her beliefs, or bend to the social norms? What will happen when Bhaskar comes home one day, with an absurd proposition and a revelation, that could change Khusi's life all together? She has to face the biggest challenge of her life, her husband's child. What new surprises and people awaits her, and would it be for good or will it shatter her forever? 𝙃𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙍𝙖𝙣𝙠 1 in #social norms on 1st March, 2021 1 in #opennovellacontest2021 on 12th Feb, 2022

"Can you do that Preet," Preet still in her place, looking at her with her shocked eyes, not believing her ears. "You are asking me to give up my right of becoming a mother," Preet murmures in a daze, still staring at the woman with no emotion whom she always considered her mother. "Never to carry m..my and Veer's child" her voice quivers a little in the middle due to the heaviness of the words she just utters from her lips. "How can you do this to Veer? You claim to love him, right?" she whispers and a single tear escaping from her eyes. "You take such a big step without telling or even informing me!! WHY??" Preet flinch badly and her whole body started shaking like a leave just by looking at the rage filled eyes of Veer. "You always want a baby of your own, right?Then why?? Huh..why did you suddenly take such a big decision why...Answer me, DAMN IT!!!" he shout angrily holding her forearms tightly and shook her fragile form. In his rage and pain, he didn't even notice her cry and her tears which are flowing like a waterfall. "V..eer" she again burst into cry unable to control her tears and the unbearable pain in her chest. He leave her with a jerk making her almost stumble on her feet but somehow she balances herself. "Fine, if this what make you happy then who am I to make choice for your body, fine, Damn FINE!!" He shouted, hurt and angry by her move and threw the first thing that comes in his hand against the wall which their picture. Preet covered her mouth with her trembling palm while sobbing looking at his condition. She never saw tears in her husband's eyes. She made her Veer cry. She is so cruel, she snatch his right of being a father. 'I never want this, Veer. No women want wants this. I am helpless. I am enforced, Veer' Preet Rajvansh and Veer Singh Rajvansh A perfect example of a match made in heaven. It is their story. The story of love, loyalty, greed, conspiracy and regret. The story of The Rajvansh Villa. (Not Edited)

❤️COMPLETED AND TAKEN DOWN ❤️ SECOND PART OF LOVE WINS SERIES Only sample paper here EXCLUSIVELY AVAILABLE ON KINDLE ORDER OF SERIES 1.INCOMPREHENSIBLE LOVE(LOVE WINS) 2.PROMISE OF STUBBORN LOVE(LOVE WINS CONTINUE) 3.WIN WITH PERSISTENT LOVE (LOVE WINS FINALLY) She can very easily feel those eyes on her bareback. Now she is angry with herself about why she wore this deep-neck gown while listening to her friend. Now she has become very upset, since the last 2 hours she is trying to manage herself but everything is not so easy. These eyes are not giving up on her at all, now it seems that these eyes are looking inside her clothes without opening them too. She has a smile on her face but is trembling from inside in a very bad way. She leaves the place smiling at everyone and tries to manage herself by going inside the washroom. After spending some time there, she feels quite fine. She is about to come out when suddenly the light turns off, darkness is her only companion. She immediately starts running outside but someone immediately yanks her back, her fragile back collides with a hard well built muscular chest. She started shivering. Because she knows he is angry. "Listen ..... " But he is not ready to hear anything from her like this, he immediately closes her mouth with his big palm, his long slender finger tracing her back very sensually. Putting all her hair aside, he kisses her lightly on her neck. She tried to free herself but failed badly, he did not budge a little due to her continuous struggle. Suddenly she frees herself and tries to run but he holds her waist very possessively and starts inhaling her sweet mint fragrance. But this time he didn't cover her mouth. "Please leave me..." "Never ..... you are mine...... mine to love ..... Always mine."

In ancient Times, we have heard about stories of kings who were in polygamous marriages. And certain movies have romanticised their life with second or last wife. But I feel they didn't exactly show the feelings and griefs of a first wife rather they were made villains. So I got a thought why don't I write a story by myself and write what I want to see and show that? So this is my first try in wattpad and tell me your views about the story. #1 in india #3 in Cheating #6 in heartbreak #8 in historicalfiction #7 in betrayal

This story can be read standalone. Anamika, the first wife of yuvraj(Crown Prince) Pratap Singh Rathod saw in her dream that all her maids are in a hurry to complete her dressing so that she could attend the puja(Prayer) with her husband. The puja meant for her to get pregnant or shall I say the puja meant for the heir of the kingdom. She was sure that it was a dream because she could see the younger version of herself in the mirror rather than the grandmother of three children. Only to realize that it is not a dream but a reality when she gets pain and saw blood due to the hairpin that the maids were putting in her head. Join Anamika in her journey of Rebirth. Read the full prologue inside the book.