He had come here for a settlement. A meeting that should have been about land, power, and old clan rivalry. A meeting with the man who had once slaughtered members of his family. But nothing about this day would go the way he expected. The mansion of Bhimapur's rival clan looked grand from outside-but the moment he crossed the threshold, Vijayendra felt something rotten in the air. A smell of cruelty. A weight of fear. The rival-Mahadev Dandekar-greeted him with a mocking smile. A killer. A tyrant. A man whose name villagers only whispered. Yet even this monster had secrets he didn't want seen. And Vijayendra saw it. "So, Nimbalkar... shall we talk settlement?" Vijayendra's voice was calm-far too calm for a warrior like him. "I want something in return." Mahadev laughed. "Land? Money? Weapons?" Vijayendra leaned forward. His eyes were ice. "I want the girl." A long, stunned silence. Mahadev blinked, unsure if he misheard. "You mean... Neelambari?" He nodded once. Mahadev scoffed. "She's useless. Weak. A burden. You want her?" "I do." A scared sixteen-year-old girl in a simple saree. Neelambari stood before him, nervous, bruised, terrified. She didn't know him. Didn't trust him. Didn't understand him. The making of Neelambari Nimbalkar. The rise of Vijayendra Sarkar. The origin of the dynasty Tara would one day belong to.

𝐆𝐮𝐫𝐮 × 𝐀𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 | 𝟑𝟒 × 𝟐𝟑 "How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

"She was his wife in name only. Now, she wants out-but he refuses to let her go. When love and revenge collide, will she finally escape, or will she become what she swore she'd never be-his wife, for real?"

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

✭⋆𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞⋆✭ "Why did you not listen to me?"I whispered against her lips, my voice husky with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "I can do anything I please. You have no right to dictate my movements," she retorted, her voice firm. My grip on her waist tightened involuntarily. "Let's go to bed, and I'll show you exactly who I am to you,"I growled, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her towards the bed. I hovered over her, intertwining our hands and gazing intently into her eyes, a venomous glint in my own. "Tell me what you see in my eyes,"I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Strangely, she remained remarkably calm, her demeanor almost serene. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A child," she murmured softly. "What?" I barked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "A little boy," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "who desperately needs protection. A boy who yearns for love, for acceptance, for someone to hold him and never let go. A boy who has always been the shoulder to lean on for others, yet has never found a shoulder to cry on himself. And I... I love this boy." Her smile was fragile, a fleeting expression that mirrored the softening of my own grip on her hands. My eyes stung with a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion. ✰ Falling in love with the daughter of his father's murderer, he found his carefully constructed revenge plan crumbling before his eyes. Years of carefully cultivated hatred threatened to be consumed by a burgeoning affection he never anticipated. Unbeknownst to him, she was the very source of the pain he sought to avenge. Would he succumb to the allure of her love, or would his thirst for vengeance ultimately consume them both? "MATURE CONTENT"

What will happen when one day Ishita will travel to the 16th century by mistake. How will she be able to survive there when she becomes someone's obsession?? Amritveer Singh Chauhan Prince of Maharashtra.He is 32 years old.intelligent and very sharp minded.People love and respect him alot.He is cold hearted and cruel (for his enemies) because of his past but has a soft corner for his brother Rudra. He has been betrayed many time that why he never believe anyone expect Rudra.What will happen will he will fell in love with a girl? Ishita Mishra A college student in 3 year of btech computer science.She is 20 year old. She is very intelligent and beautiful basically beauty with brain but really clumy.She wants to know very thing in this world(very curious cutie). She is soft hearted and loves her family alot.She is a little overweight which sometime makes insecure. Tropes grumpy ×sunshine dark romance Age gap Healer of each other Slow burn He fell first and harder Love at first sight

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'They say Marriages are made in heaven. I think God forget to fix my match. Because still am unmarried.' - Always a Rejected Bride. 'Marriages are bullshit. Women are cunning, thinking about themselves only. I hate them. I hope, that I won't get married in this birth' - Uninterested Groom. 🌺🌺An plussize story. Please give a chance, I hope I will entertain you. Just your valuable comments is all I need. Enormous mistakes will be there. 🌺🌺

Set in the 1980s in a small village of Rajasthan, where traditions hold power and choices are not a privilege for women, this is the story of Yugveer and Paridhi-two souls bound by a marriage arranged by their families. With a 11 year age gap and lives shaped by duty rather than love, will their bond remain one of obligation, or will fate weave something deeper between them? Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and does not depict real events, people, or societal views. It reflects a time when choices were limited for women but is meant for storytelling purposes only. This story contains some mature themes recommended for 18+ users only. If this theme does not align with your preferences, you are welcome to skip this story-but please refrain from leaving hate comments.