In 1800s Awadh, marriages were for honor - not love. Avantika became the wife of Virendra Thakur, a powerful zamindar, widower, and father of two, knowing her place was bound by duty. On their wedding night, he told her she would have the respect of his household... but nothing of his heart. Yet respect cannot quiet longing. In the candlelit halls of the haveli, every stolen glance, every brush of his hand, and every night spent under the same roof only deepened the ache between them. And in the stillness of those nights, where power and pride ruled the day, they fought a private war - of desire, restraint, and unspoken truths. **** Will Avantika melt the walls around his heart... or will she be consumed by her own yearning? When respect, pride, and forbidden passion collide - what will win? Most important... will she survive being The Thakurain?

She's the curvy fashion designer who refuses to shrink. He's the cold, gym-obsessed CEO who swore love was a waste of time. Vivan Singh Rathore - 30, ruthless billionaire, believes emotions are liabilities. One betrayal five years ago turned him into ice. Marriage? Never. Love? Impossible. Priya Roy - 27, bold, beautiful, unapologetically curvy. Rejected for her body more times than she can count, she stopped believing in love too. All she wants is to design clothes that make women feel powerful - starting with herself. When their families force an arranged marriage to merge empires, sparks fly - the hateful kind. He calls her designs "garish." She calls him "arrogant robot." One harsh rejection in a boutique turns into forced proximity, shared penthouse nights, stolen glances, and tension so thick it could cut silk. From enemies who can't stand each other... to reluctant housemates who can't keep their hands off... to a husband who kneels every morning with breakfast just to earn her forgiveness... This is not just a marriage of convenience. This is a slow-burn war of hearts, body-positivity revolution, possessive CEO grovel, explosive chemistry, and a love that chooses every single day - even when it hurts. He once said: "Love is a distraction." She proved him wrong - curve by curve, kiss by kiss, forever by forever. 🔥 Arranged Marriage 🔥 Enemies to Lovers 🔥 Grumpy × Sunshine 🔥 Body Positive FMC 🔥 Possessive CEO (touch her & die) 🔥 Steamy 18+ scenes 🔥 Grovel & Redemption 🔥 Desi Wedding Drama 🔥 Happily Ever After (with babies & family)

Highest Rankings:- #99 in Wattpad #26 in brides #66 in adultromance #16 in multicouple #195 in indianromance Mehrotra's are one of the most influential families in the country with five heirs who look after the empire. Despite being cousins, these five handsome young lads are the pillars of the household and the empire. Join their story as each one of them experiences a soul-soothing, heart-wrenching and forbidden kind of love. A love that will transcend time and boundaries... This story is about brotherhood, family, healing, passion, courage and most of all, LOVE! ************************************************************************************************ Note - The pictures, gifs and media referred in the story does NOT belong to me but to their respectful owners. There is no plagiarised content in the story. It will contain mature themes so reader discretion is advised.

⚠️Highly Mature Content⚠️ (18+/21+ Audience only) #19 on Wattpad [21/01/26] SLOW UPDATES DUE TO BOARDS'26 "Chup chaap humari bitiya se byaah lo, daroga... varna jiss taesh se aaye the naa ussi taesh mein apne jigri dost ki laash saath lekar jaaoge." ("Quietly marry our daughter, officer... or else, the same rage you came here with, you'll return with your best friend's corpse alongside you.") An IPS officer. That's what I am. Stoic, trained to face gunfire without blinking, to stare criminals in the eye. And yet, here I stood in a mud-stained courtyard, stripped of power, cornered by men who didn't fear the law. Is this real? An officer dragged into a pakdua byaah like some helpless boy? With a village girl-barely literate, cloaked in shyness and fragility? Me-a divorced man, father to a one-year-old daughter who waits for me to come home? Nothing about it fit. And yet everything about it was true. Because my best friend-my brother in every sense-sat tied to a chair across from me. His hands bound, his eyes defiant, and three guns pointed to his head. Aarish. Soon to be a father himself. Husband to Suhani, who was as much my sister as blood could make her. What was I supposed to do? Marry or rebel? The choice was never mine. I whispered, almost ashamed: "Main talaaqshuda hoon... aur ek beti ka baap bhi." ("I am divorced... and also the father of a daughter.") She looked at me with steady innocence: "Nahi... ab aap ek shaadi-shuda insaan hai. Aur hum uss bachi ki maa hai." ("No... now you are a married man. And I am that child's mother.") TROPES City Boy × Village Girl IPS × Illiterate Forced Marriage / Pakdua Byaah Second Chance at Love Stepmother Role Found Family Traumatic Past Grumpy × Sunshine Duty vs Desire Single Father Romance Slow Burn Romance Innocence Meets Experience

"The Vows We Never Chose" by Yuvi is a heart-wrenching tale of love, loss, and the cruel twist of fate. She married a man who never loved her ,a husband whose words cut deeper than silence and whose heart was a locked door she could never open. Just when she thought she had accepted her lonely reality, tragedy struck. A fatal car accident shattered their world, leaving her a widow... and soon after, a mother-to-be. Caught between the weight of her unborn child and the expectations of a grieving family, she finds herself bound by a new set of vows ,not of love, but of duty. The elder brother of her late husband, a man cold as ice and distant as a forgotten dream, is forced into a marriage of convenience with her. What begins as a forced union, stitched together by heartbreak and family pressure, slowly unravels hidden emotions and unspoken truths. Can two broken souls, united by loss and bound by unwanted promises, ever find a way to heal? In a world where choices are stolen and hearts are left bleeding, will their reluctant vows ever transform into something real?

A Steamy Romance between a Man ( Krishna Murthy) and a City Woman ( Lasya Naidu) Love After Marriage

#top 2 on 3.09.2025 #top 2 on 10.10.2025 #top 5 on 14.10.2025 #top 4 on 15.10.2025 #top 6 on 16.10.2025 This is republishing of the previous book with many changes and new additions read on your own risk .. Has been earlier rated as... MT: multiple times #1 in adult themes (MT) #1 in maturecontent (MT) #1 in romance #1 in couple #1 in arranged #2 in single parent #2 in Indian #2 in desi romance

✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿ To the women who were told to be silent, and chose to speak through their strength instead. To the men hardened by life, but brave enough to let love soften them. And to every soul caught between tradition and dreams- may you find the courage to live both. 💫 The Zamindar's Bride - Blurb She dreamed of white coats and stethoscopes. He ruled fields and farms with silence and steel. Varnika Kashyap, a bright 20-year-old aspiring doctor, had her whole life planned - until the sudden death of her parents shattered everything. Orphaned and vulnerable, she's coerced by her controlling aunt into a marriage she never wanted. Her groom? Vardhan Singh Rana - a 30-year-old village zamindar, feared by many, respected by all. Vardhan is everything Varnika is not - uneducated yet worldly, stoic yet intense, powerful yet rooted in tradition. He never asked for a bride, but his father's condition for inheritance forces him into the shackles of matrimony. Thrown together by circumstances neither of them chose, Varnika and Vardhan are strangers bound by a sacred vow. She is too naive for his world; he is too hardened for hers. And yet, amid the dusty courtyards, whispered secrets, and stifling expectations, a delicate tension brews. Will she find herself caged or cherished? Will he lose himself in love or keep building walls? A tale of forced beginnings, emotional awakening, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

"You push my buttons, and I promise I'll make you regret it. But... not just yet." ..."make me regret professor." Tanuja Mehra is a 19-year-old whirlwind, loud, sarcastic, and allergic to authority. Her move to Mumbai for college should've been the start of her independence - until she discovers that her new apartment isn't just hers. It's also the home of her much older, cold-as-ice college professor, Professor Rithvik Malhotra. He's strict. He's cold. He's the last person Tanuja wants to live with. But the tension between them is undeniable. What starts as a war of insults and scoldings quickly turns into something far more dangerous. Because behind every scolding, there's chemistry. And behind every cold stare, a secret burns. A secret that will change everything - their relationship, their lives... and their hearts.