𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔. ✿✿✿✿✿ Welcome to the world of Aryans where family is placed before money or power. Here is love, here is hate, here is pain and here is the cure. The Rajputs. Rajput is more than just a name. It has a history of more than hundreds of years. The valour, the strength and the power to survive and win the darkest and hardest battle runs in their blood. Even after hundreds of years their blood holds the same valour, the same spirit which can cut an enemy into pieces. Carrying the Rajputana blood in their veins are The Aryans. The Mafia Clan led by the Rajput brothers. The powerful mafia and the more powerful men. With the faces of the great Greek Gods they are the walking Lucifers in the daylight and an alive Satan in the deep darkness of the night. Being in the Mafia and being the part of highest royalty they are worshipped like gods by their subjects. The gods who are the only makers and destroyers of the large and fertile land of 'Khashiq' a city which is hidden by the eyes of common people of the country. Even after 75 years of independence the government is afraid to set a foot inside this deep sea of death. The air of khashiq holds the smell of dead, blood and cries of innocents and sinners. In the land of darkness entered three innocent souls, one being ambitious who had to sacrifice, the second being musical who had to stay quiet and the third being the purest but had to turn filthy. They are the wives of three elder Rajput brothers who know everything but to love. Tainting the pious relationship of a husband and wife they break their wife in such a way that now nothing can pull the three souls out of that darkness, a darkness which is darker than the world of the Aryans.

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"Duty first." He says it like a rule. Like a prayer. Like something carved into bone. And she nods...even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched. Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. The nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. He belongs to the nation. She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires, love begins to bloom..not loudly, not rebelliously, but devotionally. This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight...but kneel into it,day by day,like prayer. It is about more than one marriage. More than one longing. Brothers in uniform. Brides learning to love men who were trained never to need. Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, "Stay,"even when they know he will leave at dawn. Because here, desire burns. But duty wins. And yet..love does not lose. It transforms. It waits. It worships. "After the nation," he tells her softly one night, folding his uniform with careful hands, "there is only you." And for a soldier's wife in the nineties, that is not second place. That is everything.

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She left him... but his obsession only grew stronger, darker, impossible to control. Now, he sits as the Chief Minister of the state victorious in politics, yet utterly defeated in love. The only thread still tying their shattered hearts together is their daughter, Nia. Every glance, every whisper, every memory pulls him deeper into a dangerous game of desire and possession. He will go to any length... any boundary... any moral line... to bring her back. But when obsession overtakes love, will redemption be possible-or will it destroy them both? Prepare for a tale of power, passion, and a love so consuming it borders on madness.

He married for duty, but she made him sin Arnav Devraj was never meant to fall in love. Not when his family's empire demanded obedience. He made a promise to his family, to his legacy, to a woman he didn't love. When Arnav Devraj's life becomes a battlefield between duty and desire, between Ruhi's forbidden touch and Nandini's rightful claim only one woman will win. And the other will destroy him.

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Dark romance|18+ | after chapter 24, available on stck She was raised to obey. He was trained to command. At twenty-one, she has lived her entire life quietly-studying in a government college, lowering her eyes, learning early that silence keeps the peace. When her family arranges her marriage, no one asks what she wants. They never have. At thirty-one, he is an Army Major with an unyielding reputation. Disciplined. Cold. Uninterested in marriage. He agrees only to satisfy his family-expecting a demanding bride, tears, tantrums, resistance. What he gets is a girl who doesn't argue. Doesn't complain. Doesn't rebel. Her obedience unsettles him more than defiance ever could. "You will sleep in my room from tonight," he said-already turning away, as if her fear was irrelevant. In a household where expectations are brutal and love is conditional, she is tested at every step. Mistaken for weakness. Pushed further into silence. And as she fades into the background, something dangerous begins to shift between them. Because he was never taught how to be gentle. And she was never taught how to say no.

"𝑳𝒆𝒈𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒚." 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ Her wedding day was supposed to be the beginning of forever. But forever had other plans. Shivangi Mishra was ready her heart full of hope, her family by her side, her life set on a path everyone had imagined. She was to marry Vikrant Mehrotra the elder son, the man chosen for her future. The guests had arrived, the rituals were ready, the air buzzing with excitement until he disappeared. No explanation. No message. Just a void that spoke louder than any words ever could. Whispers spread. Reputation teetered on the edge. And in that moment, a decision was made one that left Shivangi with no choice. She was married to Lakshay Mehrotra, the younger son, a stranger bound to her not by love, but by fate. Lakshay had never imagined marriage in his carefully structured life. Tall, confident, and effortlessly charming, he spent his days balancing work, family duties. Marriage was never part of the plan, yet here he was, tied to a woman he barely knew. He didn't know whether to laugh, groan, or simply brace himself for the chaos she would bring into his life. A bride with dreams interrupted. A groom carrying unspoken questions. A marriage that begins where another ended. When hearts are forced together, can love find its way or will the shadows of the past refuse to release their hold?

Zaya Khurana had learned to be content-or at least to pretend. She was the wife of a millionaire, the mother of three, and the quiet shadow that held their world together. Somewhere between school runs, business dinners, and keeping a home that never seemed to rest, she had stopped noticing herself. There was no joy anymore. No hope. Not even the echo of the marriage she once believed in. Aadhrit Dev Khurana, her husband, no longer looked at her the way he used to-no hunger, no warmth, not even the cold intensity he once wielded so fiercely. He loved control, loved their children, loved his empire... but her? She wasn't sure anymore. He was always busy, always somewhere else. Office. Meetings. The children. Everyone got pieces of him except her. Years of distance had turned their marriage into a silent battlefield-no fights, no words, just a slow, suffocating erosion. He had once been obsessed with her; now he barely noticed she was drowning. And maybe she was no longer the woman he had chosen... but perhaps the cruel truth was that he was no longer the man she had loved.