ARRANGE MARRIAGE
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Etiquetasabhisha
**"Arranged marriage. No feelings. No choice.
Abhishek - cold and rude.
Manisha - strong and fearless but emotional.
A relationship that started as a compulsion...
will it ever turn into love?"**
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[Love that crossed power and empires] "Is there any problem, begum?" I asked, placing the book aside, my voice neutral but alert. She swallowed. "I have given my consent," she said, so softly it barely carried, "You should get married to Inaayat Amira." For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My head snapped up. My ears sharpened, every muscle in my body going rigid. "Perdon me?" I said, rising to my feet. "Repeat that." I took a step toward her. Then another. She said nothing. Her gaze dropped to the floor, lashes trembling, as if words had suddenly betrayed her. A dry, humorless smile curved my lips. "Itni samajdar ho gayi," I said quietly, stopping in front of her, "ki apne sohar ke liye faisle karne lagi?" I lifted her chin between my index and middle finger. Her skin was warm. Too warm. She flinched at the contact. "Itni samajdar," I continued, my voice lowering, sharper now, "ki mujhe baantne ke liye bhi taiyaar ho gayi aap?" I forced her to look at me.
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ENEMIES
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" Aapka jeewan narak bana denge , maut ki bheek mangengi aap uper wale se" he said with all his hatred. " Or aap kya sochte he ki itni asaani se ham haar maan lenge ? Is vivah ke liya haa krna hamari majboori thi Rana Veer Pratap Singh " she said while raising her head and voice, anger and hatred for Veer was clearly visible in her eyes. Samiksha Chauhan : The ladli Princess of Lohagarh, is a skilled warrior, diplomat, and strategist, beloved by her bapu sa (father) and bhai sa (brother) . Trained in combat and governance, she combines intelligence, compassion, and fierce loyalty to lead her kingdom. She is forced into a marriage with Veer Pratap Singh because of the war and his attack on her kingdom. But now she was left as a slave of Rana Sa of Bhairavgarh , all her dreams were shattered . Now the only aim of her life was to make Veer's life hell, to kill him. Veer Pratap Singh : The rana sa of Bhairavgarh , as a ruler was shaped by his ruthless nature. He didn't even know the meaning of love, for him love meant only his throne, he was only taught to fight, he only knew how to rule.he believed in the might of his sword and the iron will of his command. His word was law, and his rule was strict and unforgiving. But now he married the Princess of lohagarh , just to make her life hell . On the battlefield, he had seen in the eyes of the princess the brilliance of a warrior that could burn anyone to ashes.On the battlefield, he had seen in the eyes of the princess the brilliance of a warrior who could burn anyone to ashes.To him the princess was just a toy. But will they both be able to take revenge from each other? Or will they become each other? Will this hatred burn them? Or will their love burn everyone else? .
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A Debt of Obsession
She signed a contract with the devil. She didn't realize she was selling her soul. Ira thought she was making a sacrifice-a year of her life in exchange for her brother's survival. A cold, calculated deal with Riaan Malhotra, a man feared as much as he is desired. A shadow in the world of power, untouchable, relentless. But Riaan doesn't deal in simple transactions. He collects. He possesses. And once she steps into his world, there is no escape. She thought it was just one year. But Riaan never intended to let her go. He doesn't just demand her obedience-he craves her defiance, thrives on the fire in her eyes, and feeds off the fear laced with forbidden desire. Yet, the deeper she falls into his dark embrace, the more she realizes-this contract was never about business. She was never meant to leave. Because Riaan doesn't settle debts. He keeps them. Because debts can be paid. But obsessions? They never end.
[Love that crossed power and empires] "Is there any problem, begum?" I asked, placing the book aside, my voice neutral but alert. She swallowed. "I have given my consent," she said, so softly it barely carried, "You should get married to Inaayat Amira." For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My head snapped up. My ears sharpened, every muscle in my body going rigid. "Perdon me?" I said, rising to my feet. "Repeat that." I took a step toward her. Then another. She said nothing. Her gaze dropped to the floor, lashes trembling, as if words had suddenly betrayed her. A dry, humorless smile curved my lips. "Itni samajdar ho gayi," I said quietly, stopping in front of her, "ki apne sohar ke liye faisle karne lagi?" I lifted her chin between my index and middle finger. Her skin was warm. Too warm. She flinched at the contact. "Itni samajdar," I continued, my voice lowering, sharper now, "ki mujhe baantne ke liye bhi taiyaar ho gayi aap?" I forced her to look at me.
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