❝ Roses are dead, love is fake, weddings are basically funerals with cake. ❞ Meet Akriti Marwaha, a gynecologist who loves to always keep her family happy and be that girl everyone ever aspired to be. Sass, Straight A's and stethoscopes are her best friends as she tries to solve her orthodox family's snarky remarks with eye rolls. Besides her disastrous cooking skills (if there is any), she tries hard to not fall and swoon over that random guy who would pull the door of star bucks for her. And Aadrik Agnihotri, a devilishly handsome businessman whom every parent warns you about. Callous, Cocky and carefree are the words that describe him the best. Name a bad trait, he has that but name a good trait and he has that too. A perfect concoction of angel and devil, he is. That one dimple on right cheek which peeks when he smiles always makes sure to take at least a hundred girls every time it goes down deeply and deplorably. All Akriti wanted was food, frocks and freedom but with that she ended up slipping into his arms as he caught her, this time promising to never let go. But wasn't he her school rival and her supposed best friend's ex? Hell he is but does that change the fact that they are married now? Oops. I mean, he is at least hot and can cook. Look at the good side? And he seems to always be coming back up to her sarcasm with a charming smile now? ➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶ [I can't say the ml is a walking talking green flag throughout the book as they evolve from teenagers to adults. It has what a debut book would have. Flawed characters and a teenage mind] All rights are reserved © 2022 adoptedbyaliens

Parthvi is living the dream life of a Superstar's wife. Life which is filled with love, dream, affection, hope, and positivity. A world she has created with her innocence. What if one day she finds out that this world is not that innocent. it's filled in dirt, greed, sex, drugs and too much chaos. Will her beautiful life shatter? or she will write her own story in between this chaotic and dark world. Follow this amazing journey of love, hate, betrayal and the power of an average girl who will write her own destiny with love, trust and hardship.

#Top5 in India (9/2/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026) #Top4 in India (10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈

AKSHIT X AVANYA It was their first night after marriage and he came inside She looked at him and picked nearby vase "Don't you dare to force yourself upon me... I'll break this vase on your head" Hurt by her words, he took step back "You really think so low of me.. I'll never touch you without your consent sunshine" She scoffed and said "Says consent who married me forcefully . . I hate you and your presence Mr. Akshit Singh Rathore" ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 Join the story of Akshit Singh Rathore and Avanya kapoor!! Tropes: CEOxEmployee Forced Marriage richxmiddleclass Strong and sassy female lead He fell first, she fall harder... First sight love

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

#BOOK 2 in HATE&LOVE SERIES Yashvardhan Chowdhary, 29, is the king of Udaipur-a cold and cunning politician known for his ruthless ways and ability to manipulate anyone to get what he wants. Power is his game, and no one dares to challenge him. Except for Saanvi Rajput, the 26-year-old daughter of his fiercest political rival. Saanvi, once full of life and dreams, lost her faith in love after her boyfriend broke her heart, leaving her shattered. Now, the only thing she trusts is her family, and she despises Yashvardhan for everything he stands for. She avoids him at all costs, hating how he uses his power to control and destroy. But Yashvardhan is not one to be ignored. Though he despises Saanvi's family, he is captivated by her in ways that defy his cold, rational mind. His obsession with her runs deep-he wants her, and he will have her, no matter what. He isn't a man who takes no for an answer, and he'll go to any lengths to make Saanvi his, even if it means tearing down everything she holds dear. Will Saanvi be able to escape the grasp of the man who seeks to claim her, or will Yashvardhan's obsession drag them both into a dangerous game of power and desire? How long can she resist the pull of a man who has the world at his feet?

Ankti- Sweet, an innocent girl with a pure heart and with a dream which she wants to fulfill. She wants to make her dead parents proud. she only wants love which she never got after her parent's death. Arav- He is smart, handsome, rich everything which a girl wants for a partner, he is ruthless for the outside world and soft for his loved once, he is like a coconut, hard from outside and soft from inside. What will happen when their life will take a U-turn, what will happen when Ankti has to marry Arav instead of her cousin and Arav has to marry Ankti to protect his family's reputation. Will they accept each other? will they start a new life with each other? Let's start a journey of their life and see what will happen in their life.

#1 in spiritual "You are mine!" He claimed, gazing at her deep hazel eyes intensely. "No, I was never yours."She countered, as a lone tear fell from her eyes. "You were and you are. I will not let you get married to anyone else and there will be only my name in your henna!" Daniyal smiled gandering at her delicate hands, which were soon going to be covered with henna, but with his name? "Aren't you happy that I am finally leaving your house! Please Daniyal! You know how much it took me to be okay after you broke our friendship! Then you came back again as if nothing happened?" Kinza Malak burst into tears. Her bottled up emotions exploded like a volcano abruptly! "I am sorry Kinza. I was a jerk back then; I spoilt everything. Please let me fulfil the promise, my dad made to your abbu," with that he walked away, hiding hurt and love in his emotionless eyes, leaving a shocking Kinza behind.

What happens wen the person u love most and who loves u most kidnaps you ,converts your religion,marries you and then....read to find out how two people madly in love fall into this hell. This story hangs around Asim Shah and Ria Mehta.. a roller coaster ride from attraction to love then forced marriage....enjoy the ride...guys this is my first attempt so errors expected Rating #1 in riots #8 forceful #70 religion #175 kidnap #273 true love Disclaimer: All characters in the story are fictional and it has no connection with reality.everything mention or in story is just pure work of fiction. Photo and media :No media belongs to me i took the photos from Google search,my favorite characters haymur. They are used to exhibit perfect expressions😘