_____________________________________ ✨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 haw mind okay.enjoy!!

I was never meant to step into Mrithunjay Rao's world. He was the man whose mansion my mother served in... the professor whose voice made classrooms fall silent... a figure carved out of power, discipline, and danger. And I? I was just Devika- the girl who studied on borrowed notes, the daughter of a servant, the sister of someone hospitalised with a clock ticking above her head. Desperation changes everything. It erases right and wrong. It pushes you toward doors that should stay closed. It teaches you how cheaply a person can sell their peace... when survival demands a price. So when Mrithunjay offered help, I mistook his precision for kindness. His interest for generosity. His attention for mercy. But nothing he does is free. Nothing he says is simple. Nothing he touches remains unchanged. His world runs on rules- rules he never has to explain, rules I was expected to obey the moment I stepped into his shadow. Maybe I should have walked away. Maybe I should have feared him the way everyone else did. Maybe I should have realised that stepping toward him meant losing parts of myself I could never get back. But I didn't. I walked into his mansion. I agreed to his conditions. I accepted the cage he held open for me. And the most terrifying part? I walked in willingly. Because to save my sister's life, to keep my family from breaking, I became what he demanded. Devika. His student. His servant's daughter. His chosen captive. His willing prisoner. 🔞🔞🔞

"𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐨 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮... 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄" " Why are you making it difficult for me? Just leave me the fuck alone" Aanya said or more like screamed those words on his face. " Oh, so my Baby does know how to curse. Amusing." He said, with a pained smile plastered on his face. " You..." Her words were sealed between her lips when she found he was standing right infront of him. Their forehead touching each other while their lips just an inch apart. She raised her hands to hit his chest. " I fucking hate you " She whispered the words against his lips while hitting him. Her eyes held unshedded tears and anger flashing through them. He held her hands and put a halt on her actions. His voice turning darker and lethal. " You don't hate me Aanya and you know it and this will be the first and last fucking time these words will slip through your pretty lips. Am I clear?" He warned her while caressing her face while his thumb wiping the tears sliding through her eyes. " Kyu kr rhe hain aap yeh sab ?, Kya hazil kr lenge aap aise? " Her lips were trembling as she muffled a pained sob before her lips. It's been a year since he lost her. Now, he is back to make her his and this time, separation is not a choice he will give her. ************ _______________ #1 india on 11/11/2023 #1 childhoodsweethearts on 11/11/2023 #1 desi on 14/11/2023 ________________

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐔𝐧𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭? 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲? 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 🖤 A ruthless billionaire & mafia king - 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 - feared by all, broken from within. ❤️‍🩹 A silent storm in a white coat - 𝐃𝐫. 𝐉𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐥 - soft from the heart, scarred by her past. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝. 𝐀𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐠𝐨, 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝... 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞." ✨ 𝑳𝒖𝒙𝒖𝒓𝒚. 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏. 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑷𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓. A story where love isn't soft - it's war in disguise.

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

"I hate you," he spat, eyes blazing. "Good," she smirked, stepping closer. "Hate me harder... at least it means I still own a place in your heart." Love was undeniable - they both believed that. Yet, they got separated. They never named what they had, but their world knew who they belonged to. He loved her even before he knew what love was, while she had loved him from the moment she saw him. Call it attraction, call it a crush - whatever it was, it turned into love. YET she left him... leaving only memories behind for him to survive with. Moving on was never an option, but neither was holding on. He didn't have the strength to keep loving someone who walked away - even after knowing everything. Even after knowing he was about to propose. Even after knowing he was coming for her. She disappeared. BUT now... she's back. Back to undo her mistakes. Back to claim him as hers. Back to get what she always deserved - his love, his attention, his everything. But will it be possible when... ✨ His love has now turned into hatred? ✨ She is still hiding secrets from him? ✨ Their story ended before it could even begin? Will her love be strong enough to overcome his hatred? Find out in Undeniable Love - Final Spark. ⚠️ Not a standalone. This is Part 2 of the Undeniable Love duolog. Make sure you've read Book 1 first to understand everything. © All rights reserved.

"I DON'T WANT ANY SELFISH WOMAN AROUND MY CHILD!" Rudra roared, the glass shattering in his fist. "STOP IT, RUDRA," Siya said softly, tears brimming in her eyes. "I LOVE HIM... I WOULD NEVER HURT YOUR REYANSH." "DON'T SHOW ME THOSE FAKE TEARS OF YOURS!" he snapped, voice sharp like a blade, slamming his fist into the wall with a thud that echoed through the room. "YOU THINK I CAN'T SEE THROUGH THAT INNOCENT ACT? THAT SOFTNESS? IT'S ALL A LIE, ISN'T IT?" Siya dropped to her knees, heart breaking. "IT'S NOT ABOUT REYANSH, RUDRA... IT'S ABOUT YOU... YOU NEEDED LOVE, RUDRA." . . . ╰┈➤Rudra Singhania - a six-foot-tall man, breathtakingly handsome and steamingly hot, with a presence that commands attention. Grumpy as hell, CEO of Singhania Group of Industries Pvt. Ltd., recently returned from London. A man carved from ice and fire, he's a single parent to little Reyansh - just a few months old - trying to balance towering empires with tiny cries. He hates women, hates emotions, and despises the very idea of letting a nanny or any woman near his baby. ╰┈➤Siya Sharma - a beautiful, cheerful girl with a heart full of dreams and the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders. Daughter to a single mother and a protective elder sister, she balances her 4th year of architecture with the chaos of life. What she never saw coming was becoming the unexpected nanny to Rudra Singhania's baby - a twist of fate that would change everything. Two opposites. One roof. A child in between. Will Siya ever be more than just a nanny in Rudra's eyes? Will Reyansh open his heart to her? And will Rudra finally let love touch the parts of him he's buried deep?

RANKINGS : [ 18. sept 2025 ] #2 - enemies to lovers ( / 132K stories ) #3 - badboy ( / 152K stories ) #2 - college romance ( / 16.6K stories ) ******* He bullied her. He kissed her. Then he vanished - leaving her broken in love and bleeding in silence. five years later, she's not the same girl. But fate brings him back... and this time, she's not easy to hurt. "You broke me once, Vansh. Don't dare try again." This isn't a fairytale. This is obsession. Regret. Lust. This is what happens when the villain leaves... ...and the girl becomes the storm.❤️‍🔥 ******* Welcome to a world where love is ruthless... and heartbreak is the beginning.🌚😉 Tropes : - hate to love - Enemies to lover - Rich boy × poor girl - slow burn & obsession - Campus Royalty vs. Outsider - bully romance - college romance

"I'm not a saint to worship your soul, I'm a sinner to devour your body" _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ "P please hel help me, I I need you...please!" Her voice was getting impatient as she was continuously struggling to get rid of her clothes. By grabbing her waist, I pulled her closer to me. With a smirk I leaned down and whispered in her ear "So you want me to fvck you, right?" She was restlessly looking at me as if she don't know what was happening to her, but at this moment, she really needed me. "Are you sure, fireheart? As you are already bleeding! And If I started, I won't stop until I ruin you completely." I added. "I I need you, please." The only words she could barely manage to Say. As I heard those words from her mouth, I pressed her against the wall and started eating her delicate lips brutally! _______ What happens when one night's mistake becomes the most horrible reality of someone's whole life ? Choosing him was not her destiny and leaving her was not his consent, in the game of hatred... Will love make it's way ? In the extent of his darkness, will she be able to become light or will lost herself in his dark world ? Read on to know more!!!

•|𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 (Replaced Bride) 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘|• ✦ RITVIKA KAPOOR ✦ A girl who carries the sun in her smile and storms in her silence. She wasn't raised in riches, but she's richer than most-in love, in softness, in strength. A single mother at 24, her heart beats not just for herself, but for her little girl who calls her "Mumma." 𝙎𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 is her language and 𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝 her comfort-she loves quietly, endures deeply. Every scar has a story, but she chooses not to tell them, only to live past them. She dreams of love, but doesn't expect it. She hopes for a miracle, yet walks through life with calm acceptance. She is a - ❝ Khud se zyada kisi aur ke liye jeene wali ladki. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ VIDYUT RAJVANSH ✦ His presence demands silence. A man built from shadows and steel. Cold eyes, sharp suits, and a reputation darker than the night. He's the kind of man who doesn't flinch at loss, and never looks back once he walks away. A CEO, a name whispered in fear, a heart hidden behind layers of pain and pride. Commitments? He avoids them. Emotions? He shuts them out. Children? He doesn't do soft things-until Tara calls him "Dadda." He doesn't believe in second chances, but somehow, Ritvika feels like the home he never had. He is a - ❝ Mohabbat se door bhaagne wala, lekin mohabbat mein doobta hua aadmi. ❞ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ Join the Journey of RITVIKA & VIDYUT 💗