Innocentfmc Stories

He married her to keep her alive. She married him without knowing why. Avyaan Shikhawat doesn't make promises-he issues warnings. Feared, ruthless, untouchable... love was never part of his world. Isha Rathore stepped into a marriage built on silence, distance, and danger. Protection feels like possession. Distance hides obsession. And the man who swore to feel nothing begins to fear only one thing-losing her. In a world where justice failed and violence answers first, some marriages are contracts, some are cages, and some become the only thing worth burning the world for.

'Only a fool would accept a disgraceful bride such as yourself, and my dear Meera -- I am no fool.' Meera Raghuvanshi dreamt of marriage, of a man who will carry her in his eyes and love her from the bottom of his heart. An orphan, living with her hateful relatives, marriage was her only hope at some semblance of respect and love. But everything explodes when her cousin who was destined to be married to a dangerous businessman vanishes into thin air, leaving behind a fearful, scrambling family. 'Meera! How dare you be so insolent? Your uncle and I have sacrificed everything for you and this is how you repay us!? You are getting married tomorrow even if we have to drag you, screaming and kicking to the altar!' Vihaan Singhania has no use for a bride. Much less for innocent, beautiful angels with tears that fill him with perverted pleasure. Feared and respected, he is the sole heir of Singhania group of industries with a stone cold heart, no remorse and empathy for any living being. Until he unveils his bride, and a rush of possession flushes through him. 'Sweetheart, you should have ran when you had the chance because there's no going back now. Once you become mine, you stay mine. Till eternity.' 'Maybe I always had the wrong definition of love. Because the man who was supposed to love me was pure, kind and calm. Not this dangerous man with a temper and possessiveness so deep, it oozes through his skin. He is not right for me, nothing like the version of a man I dreamt about, but he'll be the only man I have. He'll make sure of that even if he has to drag me to hell with him.'

Dev Raichand is the man the world admires-rich, influential, and dangerously intelligent. But when the city sleeps, he becomes Saanjh, the shadow that rights the world's wrongs. He is not a hero. He is a force. Saira Rawat has spent all 23 years of her life caged in the suffocating grip of a cult-until she escapes. The outside world is a storm she isn't prepared for, a maze of flashing lights and unfamiliar faces. But when she crosses paths with Dev, she finds something even more dangerous than the world she ran from-him. Two lives entwined by fate. One seeking justice. One seeking freedom. And a past that refuses to let go. As secrets unravel and enemies close in, Dev and Saira must decide- Are they each other's salvation? Or the storm that will tear them apart? .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. Saira flinched as a car sped past, its headlights blinding. She pressed herself against the cold brick wall, breathing heavily. "You're terrified," a voice said. She turned sharply. A man leaned against a lamppost, his sharp eyes watching her. Dev Raichand. "You've been following me," she accused, her voice shaking. "Only because you move like prey," Dev responded, stepping closer. "You don't know how to exist in this world, do you?" Her hands clenched into fists. "I'll figure it out." His lips curved into something almost amused. "You don't even know what to be afraid of yet." "And you do?" she shot back. He leaned in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "I am what you should be afraid of, Saira."

While ancient Sumerians were etching their first words, Heaven and Hell waged bloody battles. Nephithar, Hell's foremost general and a being crafted for bloodshed by the Devil himself, revels in the chaos of war. His name is whispered in fear across the Heavens, a testament to his ruthless reputation. The warrior's only other pleasure lies in gazing upon the multitude of angel feathers he has collected as trophies over the centuries. That is, until one day, his gaze is irresistibly drawn to a pair of damaged wings shimmering with a silvery lilac hue in Hell's inferno. Suddenly, Nephithar finds himself with a new obsession, willing to defy his very nature for unfettered access to those feathers-and the angel they belong to.

𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭'𝓿𝓮 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓴𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓮𝓭 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮.. 𝓘𝓯 𝓲𝓽 𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓮𝓷'𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓲𝔂𝓪𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝔀𝓲𝓯𝓮 𝓩𝓪𝓲𝓭 𝔁 𝓐𝓪𝓵𝓲𝔂𝓪𝓱 -------- 𝓒𝓸𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓮 𝓣𝔀𝓸 : 𝓥𝓪𝓻𝓾𝓷 𝔁 𝓐𝔂𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓪 Younger siblings love story.. Varun Ahmed x Ayesha Aman.