He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.

"Pyaar se nahi, shraap se likhi gayi thi meri shaadi ki kismet..." She's the Sarpanch's loud, poetry-spouting daughter from a small Rajasthani village. He's the cold, brooding prince - a 34-year-old ruler known as Saheb, feared more than loved. And the palace they're forced to live in? Cursed. Legend says: "Jis mahal mein dulhan ki marzi ke bina shaadi hui... wahan suhaag nahi, sirf shraap bacha hai." No woman who married into Rajgarh Palace ever lived to tell the tale. Until Saanjh arrived. With her pink chappals, sass, and storm-level chaos. Now she's stuck with a royal husband who glares more than he speaks, a soul connection that dates back 200 years, and a curse that only she can break - but only if the wedding happens again... By love. Not force. By rebellion. Not silence. Get ready for: ✔️ Royal drama ✔️ Flashbacks to a tragic past ✔️ Slow-burn, fiery romance ✔️ Chaotic wife vs grumpy husband energy ✔️ Secrets. Sindoor. And a soul that refuses to burn quietly.

Major trope- • Extremely shy submissive fl X Cunning Dominant ml • Innocent princess X Mafia king • She fell first X He fell harder Darkness looms over two fractured worlds-one bound by royalty, the other by ruthless power. Their fates collide in an unholy alliance born of vengeance, hatred, and secrets. She is Vaishnavi Singh Rathore, the silent princess. Branded a curse since childhood, she has chosen silence as her shield, her green eyes speaking the words her lips never could. He is Devendra Pratap Rao, the mafia king. Cold, calculating, and unyielding, his grey eyes hold storms, his touch a dangerous promise. A man who detests human connection-yet, with her, the rules shatter. Bound by a marriage neither wanted, they stand on opposite ends of a legacy soaked in blood. She runs, her anklets jingling with every step. He walks, his pace calm, unhurried-a predator stalking his prey. "You can run all you want," his deep voice echoes, laced with dark amusement. "But you'll always end up here. With me." She gasps as he corners her, his hand brushing against her waist, fiddling with her chain. His grey eyes burn like molten fire as they lock onto her, pinning her in place. She clutches his collar, trembling, caught in a game of dominance and defiance. "You're mine, princess," he whispers, their noses brushing as the tension between them crackles like a storm. "Every heartbeat, every breath-mine." Her silence speaks louder than words. And in that silence, a dangerous obsession blooms, one that threatens to consume them both. "His: Captive Empress"- where silence speaks, and the fire within burns brighter than destiny itself.

Amara Avery thought she used up all her luck when she won VIP tickets to Lollapalooza Mumbai. It was supposed to be the ultimate girls' trip: three days of music, partying, and forgetting about life in Macon, Georgia. She didn't expect Rudra Singh Rajvansh. And she definitely didn't expect him to step on her favorite sneaker in the VIP lounge. He didn't apologize. He just looked at her like she was the only person in a crowd of thousands. Rudra isn't a fairytale prince. He is a beautiful, terrifying monster in a bespoke suit who rules the city from the shadows. He doesn't ask for things he takes them. And the moment he ruined her shoe, he decided he was going to own the woman wearing it. Now, the festival is over. Amara packs her bags, heads to the airport, and hands over her passport. DENIED. She isn't missing her passport. She's on the No-Fly List. Placed there by the Crown Prince himself. He says the world is too dangerous for her to roam free. She's starting to realize the most dangerous thing in India is him. "You didn't lose your slipper, Amara. I stepped on it so you couldn't run."

"A match written by fate" RUDRANSH SINGH RATHORE He is a 28 years old, blue eyed, stunningly handsome ceo of rathore empires. Who belongs to royal family of Rajasthan. The crown prince and the next king of Rajasthan. He is arrogant,rude,cold and never leaves a person who betrays him. . . SAANVI AGARWAL She is a 21 years old beautiful woman. Who is a daughter of a business family from Jaipur. She is soft spoken, pure and kind. She never got a chance to see the outside world , a prisoner in her own home.she is rose in a garden full of thrones. Let's dive into story to know how fate plays its role to bring RUDRANSH and SAANVI together. Tropes King×commoner Ceo×employee Age gap Arrogant male lead Sunshine female lead Revenge #royal #marriage #lovers #childhood #romance #slowburn #royalwedding #desi #revenge #indianroyalty #slowburn

🌹 DEVIL'S LITTLE BRIDE 🌹 He is the ruthless devil-Tyler Morozova, a cold Mafia king feared across Russia, untouched by love, untouched by women. She is Tara Sharma, a pure-hearted Indian girl devoted to her family and her God, stepping into college with dreams of art and innocence. Two worlds-one drenched in blood, the other glowing with faith. Two souls-one cursed by hatred, the other blessed with purity. Fate has only one plan: to make the Devil claim his little bride. "When the Devil meets his angel, innocence becomes his greatest obsession." He vowed never to touch a woman... until fate gave him his bride." . "Her prayers reached the heavens, but destiny delivered her to the Devil." . "A ruthless king of sin. A pure daughter of faith. One marriage that will burn the world."

𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 [𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱] 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩à𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦l𝘴𝘶i𝘰𝘯. "Aditya, you were right. She's very innocent and naive," he said. Ruhi, upon hearing this, was taken aback. She continued to listen as Atharva said, "So what if I doesn't love her? It's her duty to please her husband." Ruhi's eyes filled with tears as she heard him mention that he had revealed the truth to her before Vikram did. Unable to bear the hurt, she disconnected the call. Atharva turned and saw her standing there with tears streaming down her face. "Was all of this a joke to you?" Ruhi asked, her voice trembling. Atharva approached her, holding her chin gently but firmly. "Why are you crying? Didn't you enjoy last night?" *** 𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘃 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝗷𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ 29 years old, workaholic crowned prince with anger issues. Cold, arrogant, and ruthless, he is determined to protect his family but struggles to show his love. His grandpa has chosen his bride, and he accepts without complaint. Will he ever learn to love her? 𝙍𝙪𝙝𝙞 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 : ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ 25 years old, a kind and gentle girl from Delhi who adores K-dramas. Engaged in a long-distance relationship with her college boyfriend, she is surprised when her grandpa arranges her marriage to Atharav. How will she handle this unexpected turn?

.... am I that bad to be loved, wanted. I am an unwanted daughter, now i will be an unwanted wife. God what's your problem. Why am i so unwanted in this universe. kya likha hain apne meri kismat mein.. --- Jaanvi mittal A girl who has only seen pain and ignorance all her life . She was always an undesired , unwanted child of her parents . Her only dream is to have a happy family . She wants her happily ever after . "If happy ever after did exist I would be holding you like this ".... ------- ABHIMAAN RAJWANSH He was a every girl desire . His definition of love.....uhmmm............never mind. He loves his family and business more than any thing in this world. He can be rude sometimes . What happens when he is asked to marry a mere stranger by her mother sacchi mohabbat milna bhi , takdeer hote hain , bahut kam logo ke hathon mein ye lakir hoti hain.......... 𝒜𝓃 𝒾𝓃𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓃 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝑜𝓇𝓎 •under editing• [ Crossed10k views on 15 February 2022] STARTED: 4/11/21 ENDING: 12/2/22 Most impressive Rankings:🏅 #1- believe 12/1/22 #1- affection 12/1/22 #1-sadness 6/2/22 #1- loneliness 31/3/22 #2-generalfiction 14/3/22 #3-lovestory 1/5/22 #3-broken 9/2/22 #3- indianlovestory 10/3/22 #4-forced 18/2/22 #4- loveaftermarriage 4/4/22 #5-panic 5/3/22 #6- care 17/7/22 #8- cold hearted 4/4/22 #8- secret 17/7/22 #11- Wattpad 8/4/22 #20-arranged 4/4/22 #22- love 11/5/22 #23- hate 11/5/22 #46-romance 1/3/22 #30-family 8/7/22 #22 -unwanted 4/4/22 #70-depressed 11/5/22

Pushing him away from her, she screamed at him ; " This wedding was an option for you.. But not for me.! You really think that if given the opportunity I would choose a beast like you as my husband.!? " Enraged by her words, he grabbed her by her shoulders and pinned her to the wall behind her and roared back at her ; " Beast.... Right.! Now this beast will show how cruel he can get..!! And what hell actually is like..!! And remember this is the first and last time, you are using that tone with me.! ( he takes out a gun from the back of his pants, he put it across her and continued ) Because next time you won't be alive to regret..!! " ~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~°~ Simple, Sweet, Calm, Beautiful, Caring YET Sad, Broken, Alone, Helpless That what Maya Stones was. Handsome, Successful, Rich, Quiet YET Ruthless, Dangerous, Impulsive, Rude, Cruel, Monster That's Nicholas Valentino for you. She married him to save her little brother's life. While he married her on his father's say to expand his business. With soo many differences, problems and hatred between them, will these two opposite poles attract???? Will they fall in love and learn to trust and stay with each other. Join this journey full of scars, emotions, breakdowns, love, pain and trust. THIS IS A DARK ROMANCE STORY. IT HAS SCENES OF VIOLENCE AND TORTURE.

_____________________________________ ✨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!!