✦•┈๑⋅⋯⭑⋯⋅๑┈•✦ A marriage of silence slowly turning into a story of love. [GLIMPSE] "You hug me first and then try to leave immediately?" he said, half-complaining, half smiling. "At least stay like this for a few more seconds." Ishani smiled against his chest. "Sorry," she murmured. "But don't you think minutes sound better than seconds?" ִֶָ☾. ᯓ★ Ishani is the calm in the storm graceful, selfless, and guided by emotion more than logic. She's learning to find her own voice in love and marriage. ᯓ★ Ranvijay is a man of few words and deep emotions the kind who carries his love like a responsibility, intense and protective. His dominance is balanced by quiet affection and guilt. The whole story is Author's pov. ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ────୨ৎ────

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒐𝒇 "𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔" ~ ɪɴᴅʀᴀ × ᴛᴜʟᴀsɪ ~ ⚠️‼️ Mature audience only!! Strictly 18+ • Do not report unnecessarily. *** 1970's Indra(29), the gram mukhiya. Grown up in a strict household. His father made him the bravest man ever and met his end. He became the gram pramukh in an early age because of his fierceness, bravery and honesty. Tulasi(18), a common woman from a rural village. Grown up in a conservative and abusive family. A very timid and innocent girl. She dreams of having a beautiful life. which she didn't get to experience ever in her life. Watch how a man that never liked the term "love". Ends up falling in love at first sight. What will happen when tulasi enters into indra's life as his wife. Can she be able to handle the strict nature of the household and the anger of indra...? Join the journey of a misogynistic and ruthless man turning into a green flag. • Spoiler alert !! Contains marital rape scene, if you're not comfortable then do not proceed. - Short chapters - ---------------------------------------------------------- This story contains abusive language, sexual content, martial rape, attempted rape, Graphic content, sexual abuse, domastic violance, racism and sexism. Mature audience only! Read at your own risk. Do not steal my work. It'll not be tolerated. Thank you ❤️

She left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.

" I won't marry you! ...Ge..t out of here!" I screamed in fear. my voice breaking. Ammi grabbed my hand, her grip tight with desperation. "Stop! Don't say anything! He will hurt you bacha!" But I wasn't listening with trembling hands, I picked up a small mirror from the table and throw it at him, everyone's eyes widened. "Leave you monster!!!" Shiva dodged it effortlessly, mirror shattered at his feet, his eyes narrowing. His jaw clenched, He exhaled sharply, his patience snapping, Everyone hold their breath thinking now he's going to hurt me as well. "Shoot her father's leg." "No!" I screamed, DIG IN TO FIND OUT MORE Do not click on this book if you can't handle senstive content.© Trigger warning ⚠️ rape, abuse, trauma, suicidal behaviour, anger , mention of blood , murder. I don't own any picture. All the photos belong to their rightful owners, only the storyline is mine so please don't copy my story, thank you.

Telugu story Politician x Artist DCP x college student His voice was cold, sharp enough to make her shiver. "Why did you go with him?" he asked, eyes narrowing. "I- I just... he asked me to show the village, bava, and- ahh..." Her words broke into a gasp as his fingers pinched her waist hard. "Didn't I tell you to stay away from him, Ammu?" he said, his voice was low but laced with anger. "Bava... it hurts..." she whimpered, but he didn't stop. The pain burned through her skin, her cries fading into silence. In desperation, she bit his shoulder to stifle her scream. Neither gave in- His grip didn't loosen, Her teeth didn't let go. When he finally released her, his shoulder was bruised black, her bite marks deep and clear. Her waist throbbed in pain, the skin already turning purple. He took a step closer, his hand lifting slightly as if to touch her- But before he could, she pushed him. Tears shimmered in her eyes, anger and hurt tangled together. Without another word, she turned and walked away, leaving him frozen in silence. She loves her bava, and he loves her just as deeply - a bond that grew quietly between duty and desire. But when time turns against them and her marriage is fixed with someone else, their world shatters. Now he must decide - will he fight for their forbidden love or let her go, carrying their unspoken promises in silence forever? ⚠️ Content Warning: This story contains mature and explicit content. If you are uncomfortable with romance, possessive moments, or intimate scenes, please do not continue reading. Reader discretion is advised.

Set in early 2000s India, this is a slow-burn romance of unsaid feelings, stubborn silences, and hearts that take their time to fall. "I have loved you since I was six." But I never told him. Because he was my best friend's brother. Because he was eight years older. Because he never looked at me the way I looked at him. Years passed. I never moved on. Not even a little. And then... he came back-older, colder, and wearing a police uniform. Then, I did the one thing I never dared before. I wrote him a letter. A letter full of everything I had buried inside me for years. He read it. And broke my heart with five quiet words: "You are not my type." But fate, it seems, has a twisted sense of humour. One letter. One rejection. And one arranged marriage proposal later, suddenly, I'm his fiancée. He asked me to say no. I said yes.

No dreamy glances. No dramatic accidents. No slow-motion romance. When Vaidehi Mhatre- a fiercely independent, sharp-tongued, school teacher meets Yash Deshpande- a humble, dark-skinned corporate employee who's been rejected time and again for not being "enough". Sparks don't fly. But conversations do. Arranged marriage brings them together. Not because of fireworks, but because of realistic expectations, honest conversations, and a longing for companionship that neither of them admits aloud. In a world obsessed with glamor, this is a story of quiet resilience. Of shared bus rides, budget groceries, emotional labor, and learning to love not despite the flaws - but because of them. Set in the heart of middle-class India, Mr. & Mrs. Middle-Class explores what happens after the wedding - not before it. With no villains in sarees, no over-the-top drama, and no chase for perfection - this is a tale of two ordinary people building an extraordinary bond...

Arjun × Maithili He was raising the child alone , but life was not done giving him blessings - one day love simply walked in and stayed. One day Arjun visits Maithili's village due to some work and both of their life changes forever. Dive into the story to know about them. The picture on the cover doesn't belong to me , the credit goes to the respectful owner.

Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when they have to make public appearances and play the perfect family but other than that, no one cares if she sometimes cry herself to sleep or just sits by the window of her room for hours with a book, unnoticed or if she misses her meals and honestly, she has stopped minding anything now. She has stopped feeling anything. In her twenty one years of existence, people have rarely bothered about her but she wants one thing for herself, to be independent and thankfully, her parents don't mind her going to college. Shivaay Singh Rathore is a man of a few, but straight words. Multi-Billionaire at twenty-eight, life hadn't spared him the kindness to have a childhood everyone deserves. He is honest and his past is something no one truly can speak about and carries a roguish charm to his demigod looks. Unwanted and uncared for are two different feelings but at the end of the tunnel, both find their base in loneliness. These two will too. Well, destiny and its mysterious ways.

A forbidden love between cousins. What happens when both are in love but suddenly he is been engaged with another girl. Will our hero and heroine unit together. Or will the fate plays a major role. Arjun: Let's just be cousins Yazhini. No more love. Let's break up. Yazh: Will you be happy without me maama Arjun: Do you think I would. Yazh: Then why? Arjun: Just leave me. He leaves and she cries sitting down in the floor. The next day she helped the elders in work for his engagement. Seeing him engaged with another girl infront of him broke her completely. What would be the reason for Arjun to break this relationship. Will they overcome the problem or just play with the fate? Dive into this story to find more. Let's play with some crimes, thrills, more love and family time.