"You want to run away kitten, tell me you wanted to get away from me " he asked calm in dangerous voice. "N..no P..please l..I am sorry" she begged joining her hands. She was scared seeing his ragefull eyes, she curled and dig her face between in her knees. He grabbed that girl's leg and pulled her towards him. She scream, her eyes widened seeing the hot iron rod in his hand. Her heart trembling. "I will never do this please leave me please forgive me this time..... Ahhhhhhhhh.......

Kavya never expected to find her place at the prestigious Delhi International School, but then she met Reyansh Malhotra. What started as a chance encounter in the corridor blossomed into an unbreakable friendship that became the envy of their entire school. For three years, they were inseparable-sharing dreams, secrets, and a bond so deep that Kavya began to see their friendship through rose-colored glasses. As Class XII approaches its end, Kavya realizes her feelings have grown beyond friendship. Watching Reyansh laugh with her, walk her to the local bus stop every day while his family's driver waited with their BMW, and treat her like she's the most important person in his world, she decides to take the leap and confess her love. But on the day she plans to open her heart, Kavya witnesses Reyansh asking Sanya-the popular, wealthy girl she can't stand-to be his date for the farewell party. Heartbroken and hiding behind the school pillars, Kavya overhears a conversation that destroys everything she believed about their friendship. To his friends questioning why he'd never consider dating Kavya, Reyansh's response is devastating: she's from a middle-class family on merit scholarship while he's from South Delhi elite society. Their "standards are too different," and being with her would hurt his reputation in their social circle. To him, she's nothing more than a charity case-his good deed, not his equal. In one crushing moment, Kavya discovers that three years of what she thought was genuine friendship was just pity from a rich boy playing the noble savior. Some hearts aren't meant to be given away, and some truths, once heard, can never be forgotten. A story about friendship, betrayal, class differences, and the painful lesson that love doesn't always conquer the divide between South Delhi mansions and middle-class apartments. COMPLETE ON SCROLLSTACK

The city of Mumbai buzzed with life, its skyline shimmering like a crown of ambition and desire. Amidst this world of luxury, power, and deceit, two destinies were about to collide... Agastya Khatri-a name that commanded power and respect. A ruthless multibillionaire known for turning everything he touched into gold, except for his own heart-cold, impenetrable, and ruled by logic. For him, emotions were liabilities, and relationships were nothing more than profitable deals. On the other side of the world of wealth was Shanaya Aggarwal-the spoiled, reckless daughter of a powerful business tycoon. Selfish and impulsive, she treated life like a playground meant for her amusement. Consequences were stories for other people. And then there was Siya Chaudhari-Shanaya's childhood best friend, the girl next door who believed in love, loyalty, and destiny. With her simple life and innocent charm, she was everything the elite world of power despised-and secretly craved. --- The story began the night Shanaya refused to meet Agastya, her father's business partner's son. Annoyed by the idea of an arranged alliance, she shoved the responsibility onto Siya, asking her to pretend to be "Shanaya" just for one meeting. Siya hesitated, unaware that this one lie would change her life forever. Dressed in borrowed elegance, she walked into the exclusive restaurant, heart pounding, hoping to survive the night unnoticed. But fate had other plans. Agastya Khatri was expecting arrogance and entitlement. What he found instead was innocence wrapped in elegance, vulnerability hidden behind hesitant smiles. He was intrigued. She was terrified. He saw a challenge. She saw a mistake. But destiny saw... a story worth telling. Two souls. One lie. An impossible love tangled in a world of deceit, power, and desire...

Ashley Richards was betrayed by the people meant to protect her. By a sister who smiled while destroying her. By a family that chose comfort over truth. By the man she loved, who didn't believe her when it mattered most. She lost everything. Her freedom. Her body. Her future. Then she was reborn. Eighteen again. Back in the house that never loved her. Back with the sister who ruined her. Back with a mother who never loved her. Back with the father who chose comfort over truth. Reborn into the same life, Ashley refuses to play the obedient daughter again. This time, she watches. She remembers. She plans.

Our marriage was arranged. So was our divorce. I obeyed my parents. He obeyed his. At 25, I'm a divorcée. A single mom to a three-year-old. At 30, he's a divorcé. A weekend father. Bravo. ------------------------------------------ WARNING: Mature Language.

She was forced into his life. He was already in love with someone else. To Zayn, Megha was nothing but a burden-a name on paper, a responsibility he never asked for. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. He made sure she knew she didn't belong in his world. But fate is cruel. The more he pushed her away, the deeper she sank into his chaos. And when his obsession began to surface... it was no longer about love. It was about possession. Because even if he didn't want her heart- He sure as hell wasn't going to let anyone else have her. "She was his responsibility... until she became his obsession." "A forced vow. A burning desire. A destiny neither of them chose." This story will have two different perspectives. I hope you gonna enjoy my new story. Happy reading. Don't forget to show love .🖤 📌 Author's Note - Please Read Before Starting Destiny is a story built on flawed characters, messy emotions, and the kind of love that doesn't follow the rules. If you're looking for a clean-cut romance with clear heroes and villains - this may not be it. And one more thing if you're looking for a strong female lead ba bye it's not for you. Don't read if you want strong female, I warn you skip if you don't like it. Don't mixed reel with real life. This story is my pure imagination not reality. I am new at writing. It's my new found hobby. I am still learning. I know this story is not perfect. But it's my imagination. Hope you guys will like it. And will try to write better stories next time. Hashtag: #ForcedMarriage #SlowBurnRomance #AngstHeavy #LoveTriangleDrama #MatureThemes #JealousyIssues #DarkRomanceVibes #ObsessiveLove #PossessiveML #MorallyGreyHero #FlawedFemaleLead #NotYourStrongFL #ToxicLoveStory #MessyEmotions #EmotionallyIntense #RomanceWithRedFlags #UnhealthyButAddictive #ComplexRelationships #WattpadRomance Happy reading.....

Parvati was a goddess carved out of innocence - yet married into hell. Aditya, her husband, once loved her. But a poisonous misunderstanding from their college days twisted everything. Now, he cheats on her, ignores her, insults her, and treats her like she is nothing. And when he finally divorces her, Parvati is left shattered... until fate throws her into the hands of Rudra Singhania - Aditya's ex-best friend and sworn rival. Rudra had never met her, yet the moment he saw her photograph, he fell into a dark, possessive obsession. Finding her abandoned and broken becomes his opportunity... his obsession... his claim. He takes her in. Protects her. Worships her. Owns her. Just when Parvati begins to breathe again, Aditya learns the truth behind the old college misunderstanding - and his hatred turns into burning regret. He wants her back... but it's already too late. Because Rudra has married her. Now Parvati is bound between two men - one who destroyed her, and one who would destroy the world to keep her. When love turns dark and obsession becomes fate... who will Parvati choose: the past that broke her or the man who refuses to let her go?

He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.

Nikolai sat on the edge of the bed like a shadow carved out of ice and fire. His dress shirt was unbuttoned, sleeves rolled to his elbows, revealing forearms inked in thick black and scars I didn't recognize. His tie hung loose around his neck. One hand held a crystal tumbler of vodka, the other draped across his thigh, fingers lazily tapping. His hair was a little messy-like he'd been pacing, or running his hand through it for the last hour. But his eyes... They were clear. Sharp. Hungry. Focused on me. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. I stood in the doorway, barefoot and flushed from the night, heart climbing up my throat. He didn't speak right away. Just looked me over like he was taking inventory of what was his. Then he spoke-in Russian, slow and deliberate: "Иди сюда котёнок." "Come here kitten" The air turned thick. Almost electric. I didn't move. My muscles locked, my mind racing. I could feel the alcohol slipping from my system, replaced by something sharper. Colder. Power. His power. I swallowed hard. "Nikolai..." He took a slow sip of vodka, never breaking eye contact. Then leaned forward slightly, voice low but lethal. "Don't make me have to come get you, котёнок." "Kitten"

life of a married woman