"Don't expect anything from me." That's what Aryan Sharma tells Riya Shetty right after the wedding. Short. Heartless. Handsome. He's everything she didn't want - and everything her family insisted she needed. Riya is done pleasing people. If she has to play the perfect wife, she will. But she won't beg for his affection. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Riya Shetty - warm-hearted, soft-spoken, and fiercely loyal - works as a teacher and comes from a middle-class South Indian family. Aryan Sharma - cold, sharp, and emotionally locked away - is one of India's most powerful lawyers, born into a high-profile North Indian legacy. In a world where promises are made but hearts stay guarded, Riya dreams of warmth, laughter, and a love worth fighting for. Aryan, cold and distant, wears the scars of a past he can't forget - and a future he doesn't want. When an arranged marriage binds them together, two strangers must navigate years of silence, unspoken desires, and aching loneliness. As walls crumble and truths unravel, will Riya's quiet yearning be enough to thaw Aryan's guarded heart? Or will the shadows of blame and grief pull them further apart? Slow-burn romance. Heartbreak and healing. A love that's not given - but earned.

"Look what I have become in your love! Every time you are around me it makes me go crazy ! I can't even think of a future that you won't be a part of. You will be MINE PARO MINE !!! by hook or by crook." __ ADITYA RAJ MALHOTRA. " In your dreams Mr.Malhotra ! You are really delusional to think I'd ever love an arrogant narcissistic jerk like you. No means No ! The sooner you get it the better.. " ___ PAROMITA CHATTERJEE. Scene 2: She was just laying on her bed feeling restless, sleep was far away from her teary eyes. Suddenly she heard a sound of door opening. Her every sense rose to its high alert mode. Jolting up from her bed she was about to take a step when she figured out a dark silhouette near the door.. "Ad..Adi... You ?" Gulping hard she started taking step backwards . "Why don't you love me Paro ?" His slurry voice is a clear indication of his drunken state. " Adi please.. we can talk things out. Please listen to me.. pl .. please Adi ". Paro felt terrified to her core when she realised he isn't in his senses. *** REST IN PROLOGUE. What happens when two people ,poles apart meet for the very first time?! Spark flies, vibe generates... Magical right?! But too bad if all of these are just one sided. Join this roller coaster ride of Adi and Paro with me where heart will be broken, passion will be felt, love will blossom... Hatred will born... But something more more intense will make it's path.Will it be able to make it's place into the other one's heart?! Or will end up causing the catastrophic destruction ! Read the story to know. ⚠️⚠️⚠️⚠️ **MATURE CONTENT **DARK ROMANCE. ** FORCED ** NON CONSENSUAL S*X #1 in narcissism #2 in darklove #3 in obsession out of 25.4k+ stories #38 in toxic out of 20.7k+ stories.

"I won't let anyone harm you..ever again." He promised, eyes filled with determination and possessiveness. Afterall, she is his...only his. "I know." She smiled kissing his cheek, her eyes filled with hope and happiness. ~~~ "I...I wi-ill protect you.." He pleaded, his voice cracking. He took a tentative step forward, but she recoiled, her body trembling with the weight of past pain. She looked at him, her eyes hollow, a tear tracing the line of her cheek as she let out a bitter laugh. "𝒁𝒂𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝒗𝒂𝒍𝒆...𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒉𝒂𝒎 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆." 𝔸 𝕥𝕒𝕝𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖, 𝕣𝕖𝕘𝕣𝕖𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕣𝕖𝕕𝕖𝕞𝕡𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟. ~~~~~~~ 🔞

The love and freedom they both deprived of. A love story that never got written the way it could've. Miran Hamidi was twelve when his father sent him away. He was too angry to settle down and too stubborn to live under the same roof. . Aayat grew up in the same house, but they never really knew each other. He was the absent cousin who never looked her way. Their paths only crossed during Eid greetings and polite nods. They didn't have a connection. There was no warmth or hatred, just a distant respect rooted in tradition. Five years after his return, the silence changed. It started small-a cold glance, a sharp word, misunderstood gestures. What had been indifference slowly turned into tension and discomfort. ____________________ Aayat - "Miran bhai... main-main ne sirf ek class bunk ki thi." Miran : "Tumne sirf ek class bunk ki thi... aur izzat ka kafan bhi utar diya saath mein?" _____________________ Miran: "Scene mukammal hai. Ab agar koi taali baja de toh drama bhi khatam ho. Aayat : "Sir dard ho raha tha. Woh bas-" Miran:"Sir ya jism ka? Saaf bata do, aaj toh tum dono tayyar dikh rahe ho." ______________________ But love doesn't come from names on a nikahnama. And hatred doesn't need to be loud to exist. A story of missed timings, a woman who craved dignity and patriarchal man who only controls. This isn't a love story. It's the slow unraveling of two strangers forced into closeness, under the same roof, under the same name.

"I'm just a servant in your house. you need to leave this Immaturity" She flinched for the first time, her confidence wavered. Balveer exhaled sharply, his hold trembling. "And you?" His voice dropped lower, more dangerous. "You're a rich girl with a rich father, who can get anything she wants. Is this what you want, Sia? Huh? Tell me." Her pupils were blown wide, her breath uneven. It hurts her now but she didn't look away. For just a second his eyes flickered down to her lips and he hated himself for it. Triggered warning ⚠️rape , abuse mentally physically tortured. Revenge , dark romance Unedited

She was like a butterfly in spring. Flying from one garden to the next with her face pulled in a bright smile. He was like a lonely Eagle. Soaring through the winds at high speeds, looking for happiness. Life threw curveball on curveball in her path, yet Hoor never complained. When he made way into her life, Hoor chose to not see the beauty that he possessed. Blinded by the standards set by society. They were facing troubles on their own. Together they were a force to be reckoned with. Mustafa was calm Hoor was lively They were chaotic good. A story of finding faith and happiness. A story of reaching the dawn, after defeating the dark, starless night. • Read if fluent in Hindi/Urdu • NOT TRANSLATED ■ Features aspects of Islam. Not a book from which you can learn about Islam. ■ People of all religions can read it. ■ Slow-paced book [ As slow as I can write it ] ■ Handsome men, you may fall in love ©️ qanootshahid14 | Qanoot Shahid 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐓𝐄 : 𝟐𝟏-𝟎𝟏-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 : 𝟕𝟕,𝟒𝟒𝟕 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐍 : 𝟑𝟎-𝟎𝟒-𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟏

"Z-Zayd p-please, n-nahi." That's all she could manage to say. "Main janta hoon aap darr rahi hain," he said, his voice breaking just a little, "Aur main is darr ki wajah banna nahi chahta. Lekin main kab se iss raat ka intezaar kar raha tha,jab aap meri ho jayengi." When his face came dangerously close, Noor panicked. Her hands quickly rose to his chest, trying to push him back. "Z-Zayd, P-please chodhiye hume, a-aisa mat kijiye" she pleaded, turning her face away,voice low. But Zayd was too far gone. His hand moved to her cheek, gently turning her face back toward him. His thumb brushed her jawline, tender but possessive. "Noor," he murmured, his lips brushing close to hers now, "Bas ek baar," Before she could form another word, before her breath could catch, his mouth was on hers, forceful and demanding. Noor froze. Her fists pushed weakly at his chest. She tried pushing, clawing, muffled screaming, trying to fight him off, but he didn't budge.Tears spilled freely down her cheeks, trailing over their locked lips. Soft, broken sobs shook through her.But he didn't stop. He felt the salt of her tears between their mouths,yet it only made his kiss fiercer, more desperate. Like something inside him snapped.Her pain, her trembling,he felt it all. Still, he couldn't let go.He had waited too long, yearned too deep. Finally, after eternity, He pulled back just enough to see her face. Tears. So many of them. Streaming freely, glistening against the dim light. Her eyes were squeezed shut, her lips red and swollen, trembling,not from desire but fear. He cupped her face as she lay there, not moving an inch. "Noor meri baat suniye, Miyan biwi ke darmiyaan ye sab normal hota hai, izhar e mohabbat ka ek tareeka," "P-Please, H-Hume darr l-lag raha h-hai, C-Chodh dijiye"

Mehrbano is a kind enthusiastic girl entrapped in a loveless marriage with a cold man Ehan Haider. She had fully invested herself in her marriage but she got nothing but pain. She never knew her heart would be shattered into pieces. She: You have my heart. He: Heartbreak is a heavy burden to carry. Read the story to know what's going to be their future?

𝑫𝒓. 𝒁𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑰𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚❤️‍🔥 ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᡣ𐭩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 ᡣ𐭩 "I hate you!" "You mean love" "No way. I meant what I said. I hate you" "So you hate me?" "Absolutely!" "No problem! I hate you too"

Marriage Series: Book 1 She sat on the edge of the bed alone in her room, the heavy red bridal dress weighing more than her shoulders. Her hands adorned with mehendi designs, trembled slightly anxious echoing in her heart She looked down at her mehendi stained hands again.The dark color glowed against her skin,people say the darker the stain, the deeper t..he love of the one you marry. Suddenly she got a call from someone,she quickly received it and about to say something just then she heared a cold voice on the another side of the call. "Hello" Someone said. She held her breath her heart fluttered for a moment. "Hello!?"Someone spoke again. Airah somehow manages to speak in a low sweet voice "Hello" Someone did not speak for sometime nor she tried to there was a utter silence between them. "Mai Haroon baat kar rha hoon"Someone finally spoke. Someone? Haroon. ______________________________ "Shut the F*ck up She was a shameless women who ran away with someone,we don't even know if you are Bade Papa child or not!!" Airah slapped him hard on his face tears rolled from his cheeks,He looked at her with deadly eyes. "How dare you say something like that!"She said to him with tearful eyes. Suddenly he hit his both hands on the wall in anger,she flinched in fear tears kept streaming down from her cheeks, suddenly he pull her harshly by waist she got bumped by his hard rock chest and hissed in pain. He harshly attached his lips to her and started kissing her roughly she cried in pain and tried to push him,but he tighten his grip on her waist and kissed her like an animal,It wasn't love the kiss was filled with hatred and despise. _______________ Haroon took slow steps towards her,it was not the first time he was going to look at her but whenever he look at her she get nervous. He looked at her and everything thing stopped there for him.... HE LOOKED AT HER. LOOKED AT HER.. LOOKED AT HER.. FORGOT TO BLINK.... Welcome to the journey of Airah♡Haroon!!!