Innaya Sen is a soft soul in a hard world. Chubby, quiet, and often overlooked, she is treated like a maid in her uncle's house, where her cousin Nayantara shines as the family's pride. But Innaya doesn't complain. She finds joy in the small things - a good novel, a new recipe, the laughter of her girls at the shelter... and most of all, in dancing and singing. Art is her escape. Through every graceful step and every haunting note, she pours out the pain the world won't let her speak. But nothing prepares her for Raahil Raizada. He's a man whispered about in fear - ruthless, brutal, sinfully powerful. A mafia heir with blood on his hands and darkness in his soul. At a glittering party, he sets his eyes on Nayantara, but one twisted business deal later... it's Innaya who's sent into his mansion. The girl no one noticed. The girl he was never meant to see. But when he hears her sing, when he watches her dance... something in him snaps. She begins to haunt his mind - the softness he doesn't deserve, the light that makes him burn. He wants to destroy her. He wants to cage her. But she refuses to break. As their twisted fates collide, and obsession spirals into something far more dangerous, can Innaya survive a man like Raahil? Or will she become the only thing that could ever undo him?

"Who are you? And what are you doing in my bathroom?" She asked, stepping back until her back hit the cold wall. He smirked, his gaze roaming over her body, His hand moved to her waist, his touch possessive as he held her in a tight grip. "Who are you?" She asked, her hands reaching up to remove his mask, but he held her hands and shook his head. "Why are you stalking me?" She asked again, He grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, his grip tight and possessive. "You like it, don't you darling? You like the feeling of being pursued." He moved his face to her ear, his breath hot on her skin. "Don't deny it, sweetheart." ........... Advait Singhania, A global heartthrob - An Enigmatic Rockstar. On the surface, he is charming, powerful, and talented. But in the shadows, he is her silent predator. Saisha Mehra, a fiercely independent Indian fashion photographer, who does global photoshoots for famous celebrities. She is bold and unapologetically honest. ............ GENRE - Dark Romance {18+} {THEMES AND TROPES} • obsession • cat and dog dynamic • strong, bold female lead • Dominant male lead • Dark pasts and emotional scars Setting : London - India .............. Words count - 76,670 .............. Started on - May 24, 2025 Completed on - Jan 14, 2026 ............... Pictures - pinterest {credits to the rightful owners}

"Don't come too close...I am not good for you" I said. . . . He leaned in leaving no space between us . . . . "Yah, you are right!! You are not good , you are the best for me" saying this he smashed his lips with mine..... . . . . Tropes -friends to lovers -abusive marriage -possesive he innocent her -romcom -ceo×desi girl -healing -revenge -forbidden love . . . . . . A/N: This story contains explicit scenes such as rape, torture, mental abuse, etc....which might trigger some reader so kindly read it on ur own risk.

"He is the only man who has the right to look at her while she is the only woman he'll allow himself to look at." *** In the heart of two ancient kingdoms, bound by tradition and divinity, lived two souls destined to cross paths. Aadhya Shigh Ranawat Princess of Kashi-the sacred land of Lord Shiva. Grace flowed in her every gesture, as though the river Ganga herself had blessed her existence. A devotee of the Mahadev she worshipped daily, Aadhya carried in her eyes the calm strength of the Himalayas and in her voice the softness of a morning prayer. Strong-willed yet gentle, well-mannered yet unafraid of truth, she was a rare blend of fire and serenity. Her faith was her armor, her compassion her crown. Shashwat Pratap Kashyap Prince of Jaipur-the desert jewel of Rajasthan. Tall, broad-shouldered, with a face that seemed carved by destiny itself, he carried the dangerous beauty of a warrior but the innocence of a boy untouched by worldly vices. A shadow of the past lingered in his heart, shaping him into a man who knew little of intimacy, for life had taught him restraint before it taught him love. Raised with discipline, shielded by tradition, he believed that to touch a woman was ungentlemanly and improper of his upbringing. And so, despite his charm, his soul remained unawakened, waiting-perhaps-for someone who could unravel it. He was Shashwat-everlasting, enduring, like time itself. She was Aadhya-the first, the beginning, like creation itself. Two names, two meanings. Two destinies, soon to intertwine. ***

"𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘆,𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." ------------ Love series #1 --- India is known for its grand and lavish weddings-where every family dreams of making the day unforgettable. But this isn't just any wedding. This is a royal affair, uniting two powerful dynasties-one rooted in ancient legacy, the other built from the ground up through sheer determination. It was meant to be the wedding of the century. But what happens when one of the most crucial people in the ceremony fails to show up? Whispers began to float through the opulent hall. Eyes turned toward the figure sitting alone-confused, abandoned, and judged. The air thickened with gossip, and honor was at stake. To protect their pride, to silence society's tongue, they made a decision. A replacement was found. A replacement to uphold reputation... A replacement to protect dignity... A replacement for love? .................

"I can't believe you forgot to schedule that meeting, Raj!" he shouted into the phone, his voice cutting through the peaceful atmosphere. "This is the second time! If you can't handle your job, maybe I should find someone who can!" His words were harsh, each syllable dripped with irritation. His personal assistant stammered an apology, but Aarav was too enraged to listen. "You're fir-" he began, ready to fire him, but then the soft chime of Siya's payal reached his ears, cutting through his anger. It was a gentle sound, unlike the chaos of his work life, and it drew his attention away from the call. *************************************** Aarav Singh Rathore is a powerful 28-year-old CEO and ruler of Rajasthan. Known for being cold, rude, and quick to anger, Aarav is feared by everyone around him. He controls everything in his world, always protecting his family and making sure no one dares to disobey him. Siya Rajput is a sweet and caring 21-year-old who studies English Literature. Despite losing her parents and being treated poorly by her uncle and aunt, Siya stays positive and kind. However, she sometimes feels overwhelmed by her emotions, especially anger. When Aarav and Siya's worlds come together, will Aarav's cold heart soften? Or will Siya's gentle nature be tested by the challenges she faces?

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

#Top 1 in india (14/19/10/25) #Top 2 in india (13/10/25) #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 ╰┈➤ 𝑼𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝐇𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. Abhimann Singhania never thought to marry a girl like Drishti Sinha, who doesn't speak. For him, this marriage is a cold transaction, a responsibility he's ready to ignore. But Drishti, with her quiet defiance and steady resilience, is far from weak. Bound by a marriage neither of them chose, their world collides in moments they don't expect: a shared cup of tea, a gaze that lingers too long, a touch that says too much. In the middle of silent nights and simmering storms, Abhimann begins to hear the words Drishti never says. But love isn't enough when secrets hang between them like unsaid promises. Can two people who didn't choose each other find a reason to stay? A story of stolen glances, unspoken feelings, and a love that grows where no one thought it would. Tropes - -Arranged Marriage -Silent/Non-verbal Female Lead -Emotionally Guarded Male Lead -Forced Proximity -Slow Burn -Simmering Tension -Hidden Past -Misunderstandings |✯ STARTED ON : 9 MARCH 2025 |✯ENDED ON : 27 SEPTEMBER 2025

She was never supposed to be his wife. Forced into an replace bride marriage with Reyansh Oberoi-a ruthless, cold-hearted businessman-she knew from the start that she was unwanted. He made it clear from their first night together, treating her like a burden, a mistake he would never accept. He mocked her, insulted her, and reminded her at every turn that she wasn't what he wanted-not in looks, not in status, not in any way. And yet, when she refused to beg for his love, when she stopped caring for his approval, something inside him shifted. She wasn't fragile. She wasn't weak. She endured his cruelty with a quiet strength that unsettled him. Her silence haunted him. Her absence *bothered* him. And soon, the man who once swore to never acknowledge her found himself fighting an unwanted war within his heart. But was it too late? Could love ever bloom between two souls so deeply scarred by hatred and indifference? Or would their marriage remain just that-an unwanted? Genre: Dramatic Romance,Arranged Marriage, Slow Burn Themes: - She fell first, he fell harder. - Slow-burn love after marriage. - Redemption arc of a broken, arrogant man. - Angsty, emotional push-and-pull dynamic. Copyright © [2024] by [Arleen K.] All rights reserved. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

_____________________________________ ✨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. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development 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!!