On stck for free after chapter 12 (free for followers.) "Vikram... please..." Naina cried softly as he dragged her down the grand staircase of the Rathore mansion. Her tears blurred her vision while her trembling hands tried to loosen his painful grip around her wrist. "I didn't steal anything..." But Vikram didn't stop. "Get out!" he said dangerously quiet, throwing her bag near her feet. Naina looked at him shattered completely. "Suniye... main kaha jaungi...?" she asked broken. Then Vikram looked at her with eyes colder than she had ever seen before. "Go back to your world, you cannot digest luxuries " He said.. Tropes: Secret Baby ✧ Rejected Pregnant Wife ✧ Morally Grey Hero ✧ Dominant Hero × innocent Heroine ✧ Angst Romance ✧ Groveling Hero ✧ Possessive MMC

"Aap... yahan?" He stopped just inches away. Too close. Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears. " Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..." "Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan... (leaning in, lips almost touching hers) please don't stop me..." The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them. But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation. Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed cheeks... "Roshni...Tum meri ho..." "Rudra... I..." "Don't say anything jaan. I will take care of everything from here onwards..Just feel this...feel me..feel us" RUDRA JAIN: 26, Ruthless, reclusive, untouchable, mysterious, CEO,Dominant. Brilliant mind, calculated tone, controlled body language. Only lets his guard down when no one's watching... except Roshni. Roshni is his hell,his heaven and his everything in between ROSHNI GUPTA, 23, Soft. Warm. Hopeful, Aspiring Jewellery designer,Kind-hearted, curious, intuitive Never afraid to speak her mind, but hates conflict 🚦Never imagined that one stolen glance at a red light and one humble order from her could start a fire she couldn't control. And once they met: 👀Glances that burn. He watches her like she's a sin he wants to commit over and over again. Her gaze? A challenge. A dare. Not every argument ends in silence. Some end with her pinned against a wall, his breath on her neck, the storm outside matching the one inside them. Soft apologies tangled in sheets and bare skin. 🫱 Hands that wander. Not by accident. Not hesitant anymore. craving, claiming, consuming. ☕ Coffee cups with lipstick stains and Coffee growing cold while their bodies stay warm

"main rumika ko apne Ghar ki Bahu banana chahti hun (I want to make rumika the daughter in law of my house)" Shivani aunty asked mom while holding her hand. "Even if you force me for this marriage , remember that I will never give her the love of a husband" I replied angrily to my parents. " You know what ,that you trust outsiders more than your own people, that's why everyone leaves you hurting" she replied while crying. "I hate you with my whole heart Rumika Shah. If you had never met my family, i would never have had to take the oath to live my entire life with you " he held my arms tightly closer to him and said with deep red eyes. "Y-yugant p-please give me D-Divorce. You don't deserve me. Log kya sochenge ki s-sooryavanshi khandan ki Bahu ne u-unka naam kh-kharab kar diya (what will people think that the daughter in law of the Sooryavanshi family has ruined their name)." She said while breaking down, crying on my chest holding my shirt. "Please rumi don't leave me, i swear I will make everything right. Now you are my responsibility, I will never hurt you" I said while holding her dupatta stopping her from going. Arrogant CEO x Sweet girl. Dark past with a bright future. She was in love but he was forced to marry her. She fell first but he fell harder...

A Royal Romance .... Royalty doesn't always come with Loyalty, people tend to change.... Two Brothers , Two sisters .... Who will get married to whom ???? Lets travel with them to know ....

She had not married him for love. Nor had it been a marriage born of tradition, arrangement, or even choice. When Navya Sharma, a naïve young woman of barely twenty-two, stood before the world as the wife of Advait Rathore, she stepped into a bond that was nothing less than a transaction. For him, it was profit-a move calculated, cold, and beneficial to his empire. For her, it was destiny's cruelest twist. Advait Rathore-twenty-eight years old, sharp-minded, ruthless, and carrying the weight of maturity and sin in equal measure-was no ordinary man. He was a king of shadows, a ruler of the underworld. And Navya? She was a lamb led into a lion's den, handed to him under the guise of a marriage that was never meant to bloom. All she had ever wished for was a husband she could call hers-a man who belonged to her alone. But destiny, merciless as ever, bound her to a man whose heart had already been claimed. His first wife was still alive. And worse-he loved her. For Navya, the truth was more bitter than betrayal. She was not a beloved wife; she was a replacement. A second choice. Perhaps even nothing more than a vessel-brought into his life to give him heirs, to strengthen his lineage, to serve a purpose. Yet beneath her quiet demeanor stirred a storm. Perhaps she was destined to be nothing more than a surrogate for his children... or perhaps fate had far greater designs. Because sometimes, in a world of power, blood, and betrayal, the one who enters quietly, unnoticed, can end up stealing the most precious thing a man possesses-his very soul.

When the most ruthless king, after conquering nearly the entire kingdom, captures a princess bound to him not by blood, but by destiny - a fragile soul against a man of stone - what unfolds next is a tale written in fire and fate. Story from the 1350s __________ His voice dropped further, a cold growl vibrating through the chamber. "Do you even realize," he snarled, "Who are you pointing that blade at?" His words cracked in the still air. "I could finish you with a snap of my fingers, foolish girl." He leaned in-not forward, not risking the blade-but with a shift of presence, reminding her of the power he carried like a second skin. "As my wife," he continued, each word laced with warning, "You are meant to obey. You are to be quiet. You are to do as commanded." A beat. His eyes narrowed. "Now put the dagger down and get into that bed... before I lose the last of my patience and pass your death sentence myself." The threat hung heavily in the air. But she did not move. And neither did the dagger pressed to his chest-The first weapon ever to make Rudravardhan Singh Rathore pause. "Wife." The word left Ratanpriya's lips not as a title... but as mockery. A blade dipped in quiet contempt. "Don't you know," she said, her voice low and level beneath the veil, "A Kshatriya princess chooses her own husband? And I..." A breath, cold as steel. "...never chose you." Rudravardhan's jaw tightened. His eyes darkened. In a flash, the dagger was ripped from her hand and sent clattering into the far corner of the chamber. His grip seized her wrist-one arm trapped painfully behind her back, the other pinned against the stone railing. Her back pressed against his chest, each breath of his a storm rolling through her stillness. "You accept or not," he hissed, voice burning against her veil, "I am your husband. And I am your fate."

This story is not for everyone. Not every marriage hides a gentle love story. Not every man is a hero. And not every girl is born brave enough to fight back. Some girls are raised to stay silent - taught to obey, to endure, to sacrifice. Their fear becomes their cage, their hesitation the reason they lose pieces of themselves little by little. And some men grow up believing power is love, dominance is care, and a wife exists only to surrender. This is not a fairytale. No prince is waiting at the end. Bound by an unexpected marriage to a man eight years older than her - a man once meant to become her brother-in-law - she is forced into the lavish yet suffocating world of the ruthless CEO of Acharya Industrialisation Pvt. Ltd. A man worshipped by society, feared by his employees, and shaped by a royal family where husbands are treated like gods and women are expected to kneel without question. He does not believe in love. He believes in possession. What begins as innocent hope slowly turns into quiet horror. Every gesture she once mistook for affection reveals something far darker beneath it. Her dream of a normal marriage dies a little more each day, until all she longs for is a single moment to breathe without fear. And him? He is not written to be redeemed easily. This story carries fragments of reality - the truths many women still live through behind closed doors, hidden beneath wealth, status, and perfect family names. It is cruel, emotional, uncomfortable, and painfully human. So read at your own risk. Because some stories are not meant to comfort you. Some are meant to haunt you.

Heer sharma, a smart and intelligent girl who lives with her mother, and has no idea about her father. What will happen when one day , she has to live with her father's family which has her step mother and 6 half brothers, because her own mother had the last stage cancer and cant survive anymore? How will Heer manage to live in that house? TROPES~ High school romance 6 Protective Half brothers Bad boy x good girl Best friend's sisterxBrother's best friend He fell first and harder No bullying 12th x 11th Rom-com Bold girl Backbencherxtopper Family love

This is going be a Pakka tamil arranged marriage which will slowly turn into a full blown love story . A decent traditional family with a reputed background, searching bride for their first son , whose marriage delaying due to a single factor that is his job .... Another such family starting to search a groom for their daughter as soon as she completed her studies , who is reluctant to marry anyone .... Lets dive into this searching riot to see their full blown love story .

At her cousin's sangeet, 20-year-old Akshara becomes the bride her 30-year-old jiju-to-be chooses-taboo, inevitable, and tied to the secret mission that first made them strangers. He was promised to her sister. then, in one reckless moment, he chooses her. Family fury, whispered lies, and an age-gap no one will forgive. Their past hides a secret that could save them... or destroy everything.❤️ The story of water and fire - it will give you butterflies. Read on to discover theirs.🔪🎀 🌸 Sali x Jiju ♡ • 💣 Gangster King x Secret Agent Queen❤ 🔥🌊 Fire x Water - a clash that burns, a tide that heals. 💞 Obsession tangled with deep, dangerous love. 😈✨ Badboy charm meets cunning beauty. 💍 Abhimanyu × Akshara - promises broken, desires ignited. Tagline: He was promised to her sister. Fate made him choose her. Read if you crave: wedding chaos, forbidden heat, and secrets that won't stay buried.