"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.

Sita never truly knew what love felt like. Orphaned young, raised by a grandfather who tried to give her the world - but surrounded by relatives who made her feel like she didn't belong. When her grandfather proposed marriage to his best friend's grandson, she agreed... hoping she'd finally find the love she'd always longed for. -◇◇◇- Charvik Singh Thakur was born into generational wealth, power, and pride. For him, family reputation is everything. He didn't choose love - he chose duty. And if his grandfather picked her, then she must be perfect. That was enough for him... at first. Let's dive into this divine, slow-burning love story of Sita and Charvik - Where marriage comes before love. Where pride clashes with longing. Where a cold billionaire and a quiet soul learn what it truly means to belong to someone. -∆∆∆- Tropes:- ✨ A love story wrapped in warmth, tradition, and quiet passion... ✨ 💍 Arranged marriage turned love story 🌸 Traditional wife × Modern husband 🔥 Soft possessive male lead energy 💫 Slow burn, tender, emotional 🏠 Found family & sibling chaos 🪔 Festivals, rituals, and romance 💞 Mutual respect. Gentle teasing. Deep love. 🌙 "She's his peace. He's her home."

Trapped in a marriage she never wanted, she finds herself bound to a man who has everything-power, wealth, and a face that could make any heart race-except the ability to love. Cold, ruthless, and emotionally barricaded, he sees their marriage as nothing more than another duty on his long list of responsibilities. At just 26, life has hardened him into an unfeeling force, leaving no space for warmth or affection. But she refuses to be just another obligation. As their worlds collide, the tension crackles-hatred, passion, and an undeniable pull. Will she break through his icy walls and make him feel something, or will she walk away, finding love in the arms of someone else... or something far more dangerous?

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

A ruthless mafia heir. A girl he forgot... carrying the child he never wanted. When betrayal forces Meera into Aarav's world, she brings two secrets: - One, she's pregnant. - Two, it's his. He doesn't want her. He doesn't want the baby. But when the world comes to harm them- He becomes the monster that protects what he never meant to love. > He married her out of duty. He stayed because of blood. He falls-because of her. Trope :- 👑 Forced Marriage × 🍼 Secret Pregnancy × 🔫 Indian Mafia × ❤️‍🔥 Enemies to Lovers

Entering to the room he pinned me to the door and I was horrified my his sudden drag. "Hmm .... To kya kehe rahin thi app niche" He asked pinning my both hands above my head with his one hand and other hand making pattern on my exposed waist giving me goosebumps. "Abb mujhe app ko bata na padhe ga ki app kon ho, Let me teach you" he said digging his face in my neck. He was making slow pattern with his tongue and by now I can feel wetness in my core and thousands of butterflies were dancing inside my stomach. He then pinched the side of my belly earning a moan from me "Anhnhnn." "O god it sounds heaven biwi jaan" he said keeping his face on the crook of my neck ___________________________________________ Two strange souls are bounded by the bound of marriage . Join on the story of ABHIMAAN RAICHAND - The CEO of RAICHAND GROUPS AND CO. . A 29 years old , who is the king of business world as well as mafia world. Girls throw themself on him but he cares less and thinks all are just behind this money and are typical gold diggers. A typical cold , ruthless male protagonist .Loves and cares for his family like anything. A man with a horriable past. RUHANIKA VERMA - A 24 year sweet and calm girl. SHE never got the love and the care she deserves for being the only girl of the VERMAS . WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THESE TWO WILL COLLIDE IN FORM OF A ARRANGE MARRAIGE ? WILL THE TWO BE ABLE TO OVERCOME THE FEAR AND EXPRESS EACH OTHER? ALL RIGHTS RESERVED !!!

A story of a professor doctor and a med student bound in arranged marriage. FMC JUHI BISHT from a middle class family preparing for her neet pg 23 years old. MMC ARJUN SHEKHAWAT from a very affluent family but keeps a lowkey profile. A professor doctor in Sanjeevani Multi-speciality Hospital, 29 years old this story has no connection with anything or anyone in real life. If found so please ignore it. As a beginner writer there will be a lot of mistakes please bear with me.

What happens when a chirpy, fearless girl walks into college on her first day... and ends up locking horns with the coldest, most intimidating professor on campus? Avni never imagined her biggest enemy would be her own husband. He's her professor. She's his secret wife. He's arrogant, strict, and always in control. She's bold, mischievous, and refuses to follow rules. But secrets can't stay hidden forever. From classroom tension to forbidden glances... from silent war to stolen moments behind closed doors - their story is a storm waiting to explode. Because love was never part of the syllabus... But fate had its own lesson plan. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬:- 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒑 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒙 𝑰𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒙 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒎- 𝑪𝒐𝒎

The hospital cafeteria smelled of filter coffee and formalin-a strange blend of comfort and sterility. Arjun Mehta sat across from Dr. Rajiv Kapoor, a quiet plate of idli untouched between them. "You're not eating," Rajiv observed mildly, lifting his steaming cup of coffee. "I'm not hungry," Arjun murmured, eyes fixed on the glow of his phone. His inbox was a blur of surgery requests, follow-up reports, and urgent messages. Rajiv set his cup down and leaned back, studying the young man who had once been his brightest student. "Arjun," he said quietly, "you've always wanted to pay me back for my guidance and support, haven't you?" Arjun looked up at him, surprised, but his answer was immediate. "Of course, sir. If not for you, I wouldn't even be a doctor today." Rajiv's smile deepened, touched with both warmth and mischief. "Then marry my daughter, Anahita." The surgeon's fingers stilled mid-scroll. Silence stretched between them. "Excuse me?" Rajiv chuckled softly. "I'm not dying, don't worry. No melodrama. No pressure. Just... a wish. I believe you'd take care of her the way you take care of your patients-quietly, but completely." Arjun opened his mouth, closed it again. He had never been in love, never even tried. His life was held together by long shifts and steel discipline. But Rajiv Kapoor was not just a mentor-he was the man who had shaped his very being. Two weeks later, in a simple ceremony attended only by close family, Arjun Mehta married Anahita Kapoor. He did not promise her love. He promised presence. He promised respect. And in the quiet days that followed, under one roof, their story began-not with fireworks, but with the slow, steady bloom of trust.

"A wedding was just the beginning of not love but control" Kanupriya thought she was stepping into a simple love story - a wedding free of lavish demands, full of quiet dignity. But behind the smiles and simplicity, subtle power plays and erasures had already begun. This chapter dives into arranged marriage expectations, narcissistic in-law behavior, and the invisible script Kanu never got to read. #LifeInANarcissisticFamily #ToxicFamilyDynamics #NarcissisticAbuse #ArrangedMarriageStory #TrueStoryBased #IndianMarriageReality #ControlAndPower #MemoirWriting #FamilySecrets #SilentStruggles #WomenEmpowerment #EmotionalAbuseSurvivor #RelationshipDrama > Copyright © 2025 Renu. All Rights Reserved. No part of this work may be copied, stored, or shared in any form without the author's permission. This story is a work of non-fiction based on real-life events. Unauthorized use is prohibited.