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He loved once, was betrayed, and now I am the wife he never wanted. I live in the shadow of a love that ended in divorce, blamed for sins that were never mine. Will he ever see me as his wife... his other half? The words I hear crush me, each one heavier than the last. "You are nothing more than a middle-class bodyguard. Just a bodyguard. Wait-don't tell me he kept you... did you sleep with him for his money too?" My silence burns, but my heart keeps whispering-will he ever move beyond this curtain of lies, will he ever see the truth? For his love I have endured, waited, and prayed all my life. And yet, all I hear is another dagger. "I am sure you wouldn't have cared if it was any other man that night... instead of me." I had only read of love in books, but after marrying him, every heartbeat betrayed me-faster, louder, whenever I looked at him. Now I wonder... will I ever truly know what love is?

Rajveer: "you both are just my responsibility nothing else." Reeyansh: " maybe I can't accept them." Siya: "mere sirf do bhai hai aur koi nahi." *********** Piyu: " I know they hate us. but they are our family. we can't hate them. Arush: "you all are my favourite."

Is this thing rolling? Okay. Hi, I'm Lulani Price. At school I'm just another nerd at the University of Rice dealing with heartbreak and anxiety and at home.....Well I'm my mother's one and only perfect daughter. My dad left me and my mom when I was just eight years old. He started a multi-million company, got remarried and started a new life. Well let's just say, that wasn't the best news. But anyway that's life....We have to expect from the unexpected. Speaking of the unexpected, I'm living with my crush from highschool. No, it's not one of those perfect story endings. I actually got to be his roommate not knowing who he actually was. Yeah, I guess I'll slowly find myself in this world of unexpected happenings.

Beneath the Shadows: A Rose Betwixt Thorns They brought her back to a house filled with light-but Kira has already learned what light costs. After years lost to silence, scars, and memories no one dares to name, Kira Varrin returns to a family that calls her home yet feels like a beautifully gilded cage. They watch her. Protect her. Fear her. And none of them truly know what she survived. Cold. Sharp. Unapologetically distant-Kira wears her darkness like armor. Because feelings are weaknesses. Hope is a lie. And trust is a luxury she cannot afford. But shadows remember. Nightmares bleed into daylight. And the past refuses to stay buried. As family tensions tighten, jealousy festers, and secrets unravel, Kira must decide whether survival means running again-or standing still long enough to be seen. Loved. Chosen. Some roses bloom in sunlight. Others grow between thorns-cutting anyone who dares to touch them. It is a survival story. And Kira refuses to be gentle.

"It was he who killed your sister" her eyes were begging him to defend himself.Hold her hand and tell her that his brother was lying but his turned away face was proof enough. ."...he was the one who trapped you here, and it was his idea to .." His grey eyes shooting with fire stopped him from saying any further. Despite everything ,this man never showed her his good side and she only faces his worst still she hoped there must be some good left in him deep down in the depth of his oceanic eyes. "Enough..he roared and the room silenced and then he left. ========== Zara , herslf,was a lost soul in his dark world of deception.but the moment when she became his light was never revealed to Haroun Sikander.

One night, your family gets slaughtered by a demon. And as you might have guessed, sanemi saves you. You become Sanemis Tsuguko. But what if theres more behind all this "tsuguko" thing? What if one day, you'll be more than 'just a tsuguko'?

Two empires. Two bloodlines older than God's mercy. The Rheo Dynasty of Greece. The Accardi Cosa Nostra of Sicily. Valeria Rheo was born with silence that could slice a throat without touching a blade. Black. Red. Greek goddess face and a soul that has forgotten softness a long time ago. She grew under bullets and discipline-her father's empire taught her calm cruelty, not romance. Damian Accardi was born rage. The oldest of four brutal Accardi sons, sculpted in violence and sharpened by betrayal. His father didn't raise him-he engineered him. Damian never forgave a woman in his life. Except one. The one he should've hated the most. When two mafia dynasties cross paths-ancient grudges awaken. Their hatred is instant. Their rivalry, legendary. Yet destiny didn't intend to let them walk away untouched. Love doesn't bloom here. It bleeds. It destroys. It rewrites rules carved in bone and war. This is not a love story. This is a war story where love becomes the most dangerous weapon.

The Shekhawats - a name that echoes power, pride, and legacy - stand tall as one of the most influential families in the world. In a shocking turn, the two heirs of this mighty dynasty are forced into secretive marriages with strangers they've never seen, let alone chosen. Behind closed doors, in separate rooms, two veiled brides sit silently, their palms marked by the crescent moons of their own nails - digging deep from anxiety, fear, and the looming weight of an unknown future. Meanwhile, the grooms, heirs to an empire, pace with fury in their eyes and betrayal in their hearts, questioning their family's motives. What is the reason behind this sudden, mysterious union? Who are these brides? And what conspiracy is brewing under the veil of tradition? A tale of power, secrets, and destiny begins - where love is a gamble, and truth lies hidden behind silk veils and sealed lips.

She's the kind of girl who could trip over air and still laugh about it. He's the kind of guy who makes silence feel like a statement. When Aarvi Singhania, the walking ray of sarcasm and sunshine, crosses paths with Aarav Oberoi, the human embodiment of winter - sparks fly, but not the romantic kind. At least not at first. She talks too much. He barely talks at all. She believes in chaos. He thrives on control. But when two worlds this different collide under one sky, destiny doesn't just whisper - it laughs.

What happen when fate plays against law against your plan and destiny brings two unexpected people together. Karthik a young businessman who attends a wedding as a guest ends up marring the bride himself. What will happen when the cold Karthik's fate collides with our sweet Preesha. Will they end up in love or separate at the end .

Two brothers who were each other's shadows got lost in the darkness of the evil world but will the sun ever rise upon The Rathore Bhawan ? '"""""""""""""''''''""""""""""""""""" SIYA SINGH RANAWAT × YUVRAAJ RAGHAV RAJ SINGH RATHORE Ky hai aap Yuvraj ? Yeh kaisa jaadu hai aap mai ?Ajnabi hokar bhi kyu aap itne apne se lagne lage hai ? Itne faasle hote huye bhi dil ke itne nazdeek kyu lagte hai aap ? × Apna dil , apna ishq , apna junoon , apni saanse, apni zindagi... sab aapke haq mai karte hai Aaj se hum ,apne aapko,apni marzi se aapke havaale karte hai... """""''""''''''""""''""'"""""""''"""'" AISHWARYA SINGH KHANGAROT × YUVRAAJ MRITYUNJAY PRATAP SINGH RATHORE Taaron ke tootne se chand chamakna band nahi karta Mr. Rathore Hume jeene ke liye kisi ki zarurat nahi hoti Koi kisi ke bina nahi marta ...saanse fir bhi chalti hai .....dil fir bhi dhadakta hai....its just hormones × Pyaar ....is duniya ka sabse bada jhooth hai pyaar....sabse bada dhokha hai....sabse bada khel hai....sabse bada gunah hai...is shabd se bhi nafrat hai hume Ms.Khangarot Bas 1 saal...... or fir aap apne raste or hum apne """""""""""""""""""""""""""'''''"""' RAGHAV × MRITYUNJAY Aap humesha humare lakhan rahenge ....humari akhiri saans tak × Lakhan usi chita ke saath jal gaya tha jise humne apne haathon se 5 saal pehle aag lagayi thi ....hum mrityunjay hain jisne mrityu par vijay ki hai ..jo markar vapas laute hai ...jiski mrityu ka karan aap hai

Love... what is it, really? Ask a hundred people, and you'll get a hundred different answers. There's no single definition carved into the walls of this world. And yet-some feelings are universal. This is the story of Yuki, a girl whose name means "pure snow"-cold to the world, but only because she's protecting something soft and fragile inside. Her mind is a maze of thoughts too loud to ignore, and her heart wears armor forged from every disappointment she's survived. She's a giver-always has been-but love? Love has never returned the favor. To her, it's a myth. A trick. A word that never belonged to her. That is... until he appears. And suddenly, the meaning of "love" begins to change. THIS IS MY FIRST EVER STORY SO PLEASE VOTE ,LIKE, AND SHARE MY STORY AND ALSO COMMENT SO I CAN IMPROVE IN THE AREAS I'M WEAK IN. ⚠️ English is not my first language so pardon my grammatical mistakes.

Advita Rathor is sunshine in designer heels-a sharp-tongued, fiercely loyal woman who believes love is just another word for heartbreak. Dhruv Yaduvanshi is the city's coldest billionaire CEO, a man with a reputation for breaking spirits and never, ever letting anyone close. When a high-stakes merger traps them in a marriage neither wants, their worlds collide in a storm of boardroom drama, family secrets, and city lights. Forced to play the perfect couple for the public eye, they clash at every turn-her laughter grates on his nerves, his icy silence tests her patience. But in the swirling chaos of office politics and family expectations, lines blur and masks slip. As secrets unravel and sparks ignite, Advita and Dhruv must decide if their marriage is just a business deal ... or the beginning of something real. Enemies by arrangement, lovers by accident. In a city that never sleeps, can two people who swore off love find it when they least expect it?

"Hyungie, I didn't do anything! She should taste your belt, she even ate all your strawberries!" Jungkook's complaint echoed through the living room. "So? Rose bunked class yesterday." y/n shot back instantly. "Oppa, you literally stole the bike keys for racing. Don't act innocent." Rose added with a glare. Taehyung stared at the three of them, completely done with their nonsense. "We're going to need an ambulance." he muttered, tightening his grip on the cane. And that was enough-y/n, Jungkook, and Rose ran for their lives. Four siblings. Three chaotic. One eldest who somehow manages all of them... with strictness, love, and a whole lot of hardship. Not a CEO. Not a mafia boss. Just a normal middle-class man doing everything he can to keep his family together paying bills, handling school fees, dealing with tantrums, and surviving the daily storm of bratty siblings. No smut. Fluff. Corporal punishments. Sibling chaos. Some swearing. And yes-relationships allowed, but nothing over the top. Indian twist. Hindi. Hope you like it. Give it a try. 💛

They were once each other's everything. They meet again -- as strangers carrying unspoken truths and eyes that still searches for something lost. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•° Veer Juneja -- (25 years old, 5"11 tall): Powerful, feared and emotionally unreachable. No one knows what turned the once-golden man into someone so cold🔥 Vani Arora -- (23 years old, 5"5 in height): Gentle, kind and deeply guarded. Her life seems calm on the surface... but beneath, lies a story no one dares to uncover🪄 •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• A sudden encounter. A storm of emotions. But nothing is clear. Nothing is said. And everything feels unfinished❤️‍🩹🥺 ~What happened between them..? ~What secrets are buried in their silence..? ~And will destiny allow their hearts to speak again..? Because sometimes, love doesn't disappear. It just hides in the shadows-- Torn But Together...🖋️✒️🔥🪄 !! They thought their story ended... but destiny had other plans..🔐 Tropes ;; Love marriage Businessman × Doctor Rude × Sweet Years leap

how will she survive where she faces marital abuse each and everyday? come and dive into this story!

Aathvik - A Stone hearted, Apathetic army officer cold.He was the kind of man silence obeyed. Tall, sharp-eyed, and carved in calm coldness. Every glance of his was measured, detached. Aratrika - She, on the other hand, was chaos wrapped in sweetness. Always tripping over her own steps, laughing at the wrong time, or spilling her thoughts without thinking. Her clumsy innocence wasn't a weakness. . . . Two opposites. One like winter, the other like spring. And when their paths crossed, nothing would ever be the same.🍃.🪷. . . _🪻_

The habit of human, pushing the only thing that they craving for!... Arnav Shekhawat was a man the world feared - cold, sharp, and ruthless, a storm that no one dared to tame. But when he looked at Meera Ranawat, the world's noise dimmed, and for the first time in his life, he found peace. She wasn't just a woman; she was the calm after his chaos, the stillness that made his fire burn gentler. And Meera - the silent heir who'd forgotten how to feel after losing her mother - found herself trembling not out of fear, but because someone finally saw her, truly saw her. Their story wasn't built on perfection, but on pieces of broken pasts fitting together to create something whole. In a world of legacy, power, and rivalry, Meera and Arnav's love became rebellion - a flame that refused to die even when the world tried to smother it. He, who ruled with rage, learned tenderness in her touch. She, who lived behind walls of duty, found her heartbeat in his arms. Together, they weren't just lovers; they were healing, they were home. And as their families, once divided by pride, came together again through their bond, the story of Meera and Arnav became more than love - it became redemption. A journey from fire to peace, from silence to forever. #rivals #hatetolove #hate #rivalfamilies #enemies #enemiestolovers

"මට නැත්තම් කාටත් නෑ කියලා පුලුවන්ද ආදරේ කරන්න" "ඇයි බැරිද මට නම් පුලුවන්" "මගේ පොඩි එකා වෙනුවෙන් මට කරන්න බැරි දෙයක් නෑ යකෝ.මේ අත් දෙකෙන් මං නලෝපු මගේ පොඩි එකා" 🌸.ආදරෙයි අර මොකක්ද එකයි අතරේ තියෙන්නේ කෙස්ගහක වෙනසක්..........පරිස්සමින් මේ...නුවරක් වෙනුවට රටක් ගිනිබත් කල ආදරයට ඇරඹුමයි.

London was supposed to be the beginning, not the battlefield. Isha Kumar arrived from India carrying dreams forged through struggle, determination, and sacrifice. Every step she took in the prestigious business school was earned-nothing given, nothing easy. Lucien Melbourne walked the same halls for entirely different reasons. Sent from Italy to escape his own darkness, he was known for his anger, his silence, and the dangerous legacy tied to his name. Power followed him. Fear preceded him. Two final-year students. Two worlds apart. One city that never forgets. When ambition crosses paths with danger, and innocence stands unafraid before darkness- some stories don't begin softly. They begin with tension.