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Aleeyeh set the tray down gently, careful not to let the cups clink. She had learned these small precautions-how to exist softly around him, how not to disturb the silence he lived in. Salman didn't look up. She stood there for a moment, fingers twisting into the edge of her sleeve. "I made it the way you like," she said softly. "Less sugar." That was when he spoke. "Aleeyeh." Her name sounded heavy on his tongue, like something he had avoided saying for too long. She looked up, hope rising before she could stop it. "You don't have to do this anymore," he said, finally meeting her eyes. His voice wasn't angry. That almost hurt more. "The effort. The trying." Her lips parted, but no words came. "I see it," he continued, measured, distant. "And I don't want it." A pause. Then, quieter-crueler in its honesty. "I will never love you." The room felt smaller. "I understand," she whispered, though her chest burned with the lie. As she turned away, Salman added, almost like a warning, "Stop waiting for me to change. You'll only hurt yourself." She walked out without another word, carrying her dignity like a fragile glass-unbroken, but trembling. Aleeyeh was promised a marriage before she was old enough to understand what love meant. Salman was twenty-three when that promise was made-already in love with another woman, already tied to a heart that was not meant to be his forever. When duty binds them together, Aleeyeh enters the marriage with hope, patience, and quiet prayers. Salman enters it with silence. No love. No warmth. Only respect and distance. Living beside a husband who does not see her, Aleeyeh learns how lonely marriage can be. Ink of a Broken Vow is a story of patience, past love, and the quiet strength it takes to heal a heart bound by promises made too soon.

When love was always hers... Why was the marriage arranged by him ? 🖤✨ A collage love story 🎀

They weren't lovers. Not even close. But every time she cried behind a locked door... He stayed awake. Every time her past called... He answered. Not because he loved her. He wouldn't dare call it that. But whatever this was- It was dark. Silent. Consuming. And every warning he ignored only made it worse... Because she wasn't his to want. ───────────────────────────── YN: (voice barely a whisper) ❝Would it have changed anything if I told you sooner?❞ Jungkook: (steps forward, jaw clenched, eyes like fire) ❝Yeah. He wouldn't be walking right now.❞ ───────────────────────────── Jungkook: (low, dangerous, almost growled) ❝I don't know what this is between us... All I know is when he's near you... I lose all reason.❞ ───────────────────────────── Jungkook: (voice rough, leaning in, breath close) ❝I'm not good with soft things, YN. But if he touches you again... I won't stop myself.❞ ───────────────────────────── YN: (tired, hollow-eyed) ❝You're not supposed to care, Jungkook.❞ Jungkook: (quiet, broken, raw) ❝...I know. But I do.❞ ───────────────────────────── ✦ Not love. Not friendship. Something darker. Something unavoidable. ✦ Sometimes love doesn't arrive as comfort. Sometimes it comes as obsession, protection, and restraint barely holding. Read to know more... Support is appreciated 🤍 "Married Without Love" - mochidreamzz #koreanfiction #misunderstoodlove #coldmalelead #familypressure

"Jab do dil jo mohabbat pe yakeen hi nahi rakhte, ek bandhan mein bandh diye jayein, toh kya hoga?" Aavannya Rathore-ek fearless, independent doctor jo emotions se zyada logic ko maanti hai. Woh rich hai, powerful hai, aur bilkul straight-forward bhi hai. Pyaar? Uske liye sirf ek bekaar ka distraction hai. Phir aata hai woh-Bohut hi ameer, bohut hi ruthless, aur pyaar se bohut nafrat karne wala. Dono ke liye love sirf ek illusion hai. Lekin jab kismat inhe ek unwanted bandhan mein bandh deti hai, ek dangerous khel shuru hota hai. Dono egoist, dono zid ke pakke. Dono ke liye pyaar koi option nahi hai. Lekin jab aag aur barf takraye, toh ya toh tabahi hoti hai... ya phir ek aisi kahani likhi jaati hai jo hamesha ke liye dilon mein bas jaaye. "Mohabbat ka toh sawaal hi nahi, par kya nafrat bhi itni aasaan hoti hai?"

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Two strangers, bound by fate, tied the knot without ever seeing each other. What begins as an arranged marriage soon blossoms into a story of love, trust, and destiny. Dive into their emotional journey from strangers to soulmates.

She could feel her fragile heart broken into thousand pieces when her boyfriend broke up with her. She had dreamt of a happy life with him but he betrayed her when she had the courage to fight for their love. Resentment and vengeance took over her and she made up her mind to make him suffer everyday. What could be the best revenge on him? She became his brother's lawful wife, not knowing what a kind person her husband was. She soon began blaming herself for being self-centred and insensitive as she couldn't give him the love he deserved because she was still stuck in her past, with her husband's brother who had been acting strangely ever since she had entered their house.

The mandap was silent. No sindoor. No groom. Just a girl - standing in red, her hands trembling as her world collapsed in front of hundreds of eyes. Khanak Tripathi. The girl whose wedding broke before her vows could begin. The girl who didn't cry - because even tears felt too loud. People whispered. Some pitied. Some smirked. And just when the shame was about to swallow her whole... He walked in. Aarav Raichand. India's youngest business tycoon. Known for his ruthlessness, feared for his power. He wasn't invited. He wasn't even meant to stop. But he did. His eyes didn't flicker. His jaw didn't soften. He just looked at her - standing there, alone - and for the first time in years, he asked: "Do you want me to take you away from this mess?" "Do you want my name?" Khanak looked up, startled. The room spun. The cameras clicked. Her mother's sob broke the silence. "I... I don't know..." she whispered, her voice barely holding. "Then don't say yes for me," he said. "Say it to save yourself." She didn't nod. She didn't run. She just stood still. Until someone from the crowd shouted, "Be thankful he's asking at all." Another voice added, "You want your daughter to live with this shame?" "This is her only chance-" Her father, broken. Her mother, pleading. And her heart? Numb. And then... she gave the smallest nod. Not to Aarav. Not to love. Not even to fate. She nodded to survival. --- That night, without rituals or love, without songs or promises, Khanak Tripathi became Mrs. Aarav Raichand. And as the cameras flashed - As sindoor touched her hairline not out of affection, but accident - One question remained: Can a marriage born from ruin... ever learn to breathe? Can a cold billionaire protect a girl who still flinches when someone raises their voice? Can two strangers, bound by shame and decision, ever find something like love? Or is this just the beginning... of a marriage that will either heal them - or destroy them both.