𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. . . . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝟏𝟐/𝟎𝟑/𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐍𝐃 - ......

_____________________________________ ✨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!!

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

I was about to marry my true love, filled with joy and excitement, when the unthinkable happened. My best friend, who had vanished for two excruciating years, burst onto the scene and shot him right in the head. Panic took over as he forcefully married me, transforming my life into a nightmare in mere moments. What now? --- **Adhushrit Rathore** At 27, he's the epitome of danger and intrigue-standing tall at six feet with mesmerizing brown hazel eyes that could captivate anyone. Known as the Lion's Cage, he reigns as the ruthless mafia leader of Rajasthan. *"Touch her, and I will ensure you'll regret ever existing."* **Niyati** A 26-year-old author and dancer, Niyati embodies kindness and an insatiable love for nature. Working in a small company to support her family, she balances life in her middle-class world. With long hair cascading to her hips, she effortlessly rocks both traditional and Western styles. A slim figure and a passion for reading make her enchanting. *"I was content until one incident spiraled my life into a beautifully twisted nightmare."* What secrets lie behind the man she is now bound to? How will the future unfold for both of them? What shadows linger from their shared past? Why is this tale titled "Broken Souls"? Discover the answers within the pages of this gripping story. All rights reserved. Any reproduction of my work will not be tolerated.

Part 3 in the Rajvanshi Series. A tale of love, of deception. Will politics and inheritance corrupt her life? Or will he protect her from the power thirsty snakes around her? A fairytale of the crowned princess and her prince. ------ It is advisable to read the first two parts before this. ------ A royal romance

🥀 Abhiraj Singh Rajvansh - At 28, a king feared by nations. Ruthless. Merciless. Dangerous. A monarch whose reign is remembered as the bloodiest era of the modern world. 🥀 Abhishree Abhiraj Singh Rajvansh - A delicate 20-year-old princess turned queen. Soft. Innocent. Naive. A girl born with a silver spoon... now stepping into a throne carved with blood. She left behind the comfort of her parents' palace only to enter a kingdom filled with dark secrets, buried betrayals, royal politics and revenge wrapped in silence. But being a queen means more than wearing a crown- It means diving into the depths of his world... and into him. A love story drenched in royalty, danger and the intoxicating pull of a king who never learned how to love gently. Welcome to The Queen of Rajvansh - where the innocent bride falls hopelessly, helplessly, gloriously in love with the man she was arranged to marry... the man who chose her first. ~ | 👑 | ~ ✨ TROPES ☆ Grumpy × Sunshine ☆ Arranged Marriage (Arranged by HIM) ☆ Royal Romance ☆ No Cheating / No Third-Party Drama ☆ Family Drama ☆ Loyal & Virgin Leads ☆ Age Gap ☆ Morally Grey MMC ☆ Bold FMC ☆ Love at First Sight ☆ Royal × Commoner ~ | 👑 | ~ ✨ TEASER "Jab ishq ka laal rang rooh par chadh jaaye toh jism ke rang jaane par shikwe nahi jataye jaate..." he whispered, his hands cupping her cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. A trembling smile touched her lips, her eyes glistening. "Badi der laga di aapne aane mein... kitna intezaar kiya humne aapka." ~ | 👑 | ~ ✨ EXPECT A marriage arranged by him. A queen chosen, claimed, and cherished. Political games, palace conspiracy, and a blood-soaked throne that hides a darker truth. ~ | 👑 | ~

Top #2 in India (7/6/25) "𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮, 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮" ~𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂 "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝙮𝙤𝙪" ~𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊 ✬⋆✬⋆✬⋆✬ 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂❦𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊 ✬⋆✬⋆✬⋆✬ ♡ 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 ♡ ➻𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝 ➻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 ➻𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 ➻𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 ➻𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 ➻𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 & 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 ➻ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 ⋆⋆⋆ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡:-29/03/25 𝐸𝑛𝑑:-....

"To all the girls who dream to be in arms of prince charming in day and wanted to get fucked mercilessly by a obsessed devil at night".

Rudra Pratap Ranawat: ​He is a study in controlled power. Rudra Pratap Ranawat is the undisputed King of Rajasthan, a regal figure whose presence silences murmurs and straightens spines. His lineage is visible in his sharp features and the unyielding set of his jaw. Yet, the crown is only half his story. Under the cloak of night, he is "THE KING OF MAFIA," a powerful, feared, and utterly mysterious figure in the underworld. Rudra struggles profoundly with expressing emotion; his face is a granite mask, making him seem perpetually cold and distant. Only one person can consistently breach his defenses: his Dadu. His bond with his grandfather is the single, crucial thread that links him to humanity, the one thing he will go to any length to protect. He carries the weight of two worlds, and the tension of that double life makes him magnetic and dangerous. ​Meera Singh: ​Meera Singh is more than just kind; she is a study in quiet, almost luminous resilience. Her most striking feature is her eyes-large, warm pools that hold both the innocence of a sheltered soul and the pain of constant slight. She moves with a soft grace, a silent presence around the house, perpetually trying to make herself small and unobtrusive. Yet, when injustice flares, her spine straightens, and a small, internal flame ignites. This isn't anger; it's a fierce, unyielding need for truth and fairness. Her kindness is her shield, and her fierce loyalty is her weapon, making her willing to face any storm for those she cherishes. Highest ranking- 1 in #angerissue 1 in #millionaire 6 in #mafialove 2 in #rajasthani 7 in #fear 3 in #caring 4 in #strongfl 5 in #CEO 8 in #trauma 5 in grumpy×sunshine 8 in #enemiestolover 13 in #obsessed 6 in #past The photographs included in this story are used for illustrative purposes only and were found on Pinterest. I do not claim any ownership of these images, and all credit is respectfully given to the original artists and owners."

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