Arrangemarriage Stories

Aswin Suryavanshi grew up in a house full of people... but not a single drop of love. Abused by the parents who should've protected him, he learned to survive by shutting down every emotion. Now he's a self-made billionaire - but no one knows. To the world, he's cold. To his family, he's invisible. To himself... he's numb. Aradhya Kapoor once had a home filled with warmth. Until the sudden loss of her parents tore her world apart. Living with relatives who only tolerated her, she lost not just her family - she lost her voice. Silence became her shield. Their fathers strike a deal. A marriage. Purely business. No love. No expectations. Just signatures, rituals, and two strangers bound by pain. But fate has a cruel way of bringing the right broken pieces together. What happens when two unloved souls are forced under the same roof? When a man who feels nothing meets a woman who cannot speak? When silence becomes the loudest connection between them? Will they heal each other... or break further? Will this marriage remain a deal... or become their only chance at love?

If you are not loved, if you have got nobody to love you, then turn your loveless life into something beautiful. That something should be worth. ☆☆☆ He was standing infront of me all the time, when I had my eyes closed. I turned my back to him so that I could confess without any interruption. Also closed my eyes to avoid my nerves that could have held me back. But the bastard took the opportunity to witness all my misery. And when I finished I was too anxious to notice him there. I even thought it better that he left after. That he didn't hear any of those stupid things that I spew out of my mouth. Now that he heard everything. I felt a little shy, embarrassed and probably more shy. With him this close, touching me, whispering things. How am I still alive?! "Huh?!" I replied, making myself an idiot, again, infront of my, uh___ crush?! Yeah, I was tired of calling him my ex secret husband. He smirked as his eyes twinkled, amused. That brought me back as I blink a few times. Stupid, that I was. "When?! Why would I ignore you?!" I denied. Gashmir did not stop his torture. His hand went to my neck as he soothed my skin. ☆☆☆ To my Indian and non Indiana readers both. Don't think much just give it a shot.

🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

He took a step closer, lowering his voice just enough for her to hear. "Then name your price, Miss Rawal." The air between them turned razor-sharp. Everyone waited - stunned, breathless - for Arisha's reply. Her lips curved, not in amusement but in challenge. "Your whole worth," she said slowly, "is not even close to my price." ______________________________________ "Possession isn't optional... it's destiny." He is the King of Rajasthan-powerful, feared, and untouchable. She is the girl no one ever noticed... until fate threw them together. In a world of royal expectations, family secrets, and dangerous rivals, their hearts collide, igniting a passion neither expected. But can love survive when every glance, every decision, and every secret is under scrutiny? Will Arisha win the king's heart... or will the shadows of the past tear them apart before their story even begins?

In order to save her dying mother, Harper is forced to marry a family bodyguard by her father and vicious stepmother. She eventually agrees and manages to save her mother. Harper and the bodyguard slowly begin to develop feelings for each other but she soon learns that her husband is hiding a deep secret. What could it be?

On the day her glamorous sister runs away to chase a modeling dream, simple and soft-hearted Aradhya Khanna is suddenly forced into marrying the most powerful businessman, Vihaan Singh Rathore. Two strangers bound by fate, one craving love and the other trust-can an unexpected marriage turn into something real? ✨✨Completed ✨✨

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.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆'𝒔 𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒎𝒂'𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒚, 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒏𝒇𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆. 𝑰𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝒑𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒇𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒇𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎𝒔, 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒕 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔. 𝑯𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒅. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕.

They weren't looking for love, but love found them anyway.✨ Aavira Rathore never expected her final year of college to turn into a mess. First, her new professor is none other than Ritvik Singh-her best friend's older brother and the man she once swore she would never get along with.while Ritvik Singh, her physics professor has always seen Aavira as his younger sister's reckless best friend, but when his family set up an alliance for Ritvik, the bride turned out to be Aavira. The love starts to bloom between them in a beautiful way. Tropes :- Arrange marriage Professor X Student Slow burn Bestfriend's brother Age Gap Note:-this story is purely based on my imagination and has nothing to do with reality. This storyline is mine and plagiarism would not be tolerated. The pictures used in this story or song lyrics belong to their rightful owner. The cover picture is taken from pinterest and is edited by author.

She was never the favorite daughter. Never the ideal cousin. Never the girl who fit into mirrors or people's expectations. Mishel Wahaj, the youngest in a large, opinionated family, has grown up hearing one thing - "You need to lose weight." From aunties' taunts to silent glances at weddings, she's been shrinking emotionally long before she ever tried to shrink physically. But on the edge of 18, something inside her breaks - and quietly begins to rebuild. Across the same bloodline, Rayyan Alvi, her much older cousin - a 28-year-old CSS officer - is everything she's not: composed, dignified, unreachable. For years, Mishel barely registered in his world. But when life pulls them back into the same orbit, something fragile begins to form between unspoken words, eyes that linger too long, and a past that refuses to stay buried. This isn't a love story told in flowers and fairytales. It's told in sajdahs, silences, self-worth, and slow healing. As Mishel fights for her identity, her voice, and her relationship with Allah - she discovers that sometimes the most powerful love stories begin when you finally learn to love yourself. A journey of broken mirrors, unexpected souls, and divine timing. Because when Allah writes your story... nothing comes too early, and nothing comes too late.

**COMPLETED** IAS x BUSINESS TYCOON She is fire in government uniform. He's ice in a tailored suit. Two strangers. One forced marriage. Zero feelings... or so they thought. And fate just married them off. Kavisha - a fearless, short-tempered IAS officer with no patience for arrogance. Agastya Singhania - a cold, composed business tycoon who doesn't even blink at the prettiest women alive. Their worlds clashed the moment they met - sarcasm, ego battles, and a whole lot of attitude. So when their parents arrange their marriage without their consent, it's war. Publicly, they're strangers. Privately, they're husband and wife. And somewhere in between... enemies on the edge of something dangerously close to love. A marriage no one knows about. A war no one saw coming. A love story neither of them believes in. Perfect for fans of slow burns, arranged chaos, and fictional men who live rent -free in your heart. '' new chapters'' every Saturday .

Dhvani Bansal's life was never hers to live. Burdened by a past she hides beneath quiet smiles and lowered eyes, she knows silence too well-silence that suffocates, silence that remembers. When her marriage is arranged to Divyansh Mittal - the heir of a powerful business empire-she expects nothing more than duty and distance. But Divyansh is not what she imagined. Behind his calm exterior lies a man who sees more than she wants to reveal, who notices the cracks she desperately tries to conceal. He is gentle where she feared control, patient where she expected anger. Yet, he too is human-capable of mistakes that might wound her fragile trust. As their worlds intertwine, so do their wounds. In the chaos of family, traditions, and unspoken truths, two strangers must decide if love is enough to heal scars the world never sees. Because some scars aren't loud. Some are silent. And sometimes, the quietest ones ache the most. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── Every scar has a story. And every story deserves to be heard. This is Dhvani Bansal and Divyansh Mittal's journey-a tale of silence, strength, and love that learns to grow through brokenness. Will you join them in this journey? 🌙✨ ~By SLESHA #4 on rromance (13/09/25) #1 on rromance (07/11/25) #2 on arrangedmarriage (08/11/25) #1 on arrangedmarriage (25/12/25)

System: "Want to come back to life? Come get abused." 21-year-old college student Ming Ming got hit by a car while ogling a handsome guy, only to be bound to a quick transmigration system. Her job? Suffer endlessly as a cannon-fodder side character to make the main couple shine. In her first world, she's forced into a contract with a domineering CEO. System: "Relax. The ex-lover always gets slapped in the face." Ming Ming: "But he won't even look at the heroine." System: "That's just build-up for his regret later." Ming Ming: "The heroine's already dating someone else." System: "You're stealing her scenes. Act out! Make him dump you." Ming Ming: "Wait... he's spoiling me more?" In the next world, the male lead is a rural youth married to her, while the heroine is his pen pal in the city. System: "He even sent cash with his letter. He's guarding himself." Ming Ming: "Can I run off with the village bad boy now?" System: "Nope, he's asking the heroine to send snacks-for you." Ming Ming: "Wait, not divorcing? Let's finish this world. I want pastries-ugh, why am I pregnant?!" Ming Ming: "When's the divorce? I don't want a baby!"

⚠️This story is a work of fiction and explores themes based on cultural traditions, emotional struggles, and personal transformation. She stormed out to the garden. "Say something!" she snapped, eyes burning. "Or are you still playing that 'I'm-too-pure-to-talk' game? Still pretending to be holy?" And that's when Raif moved. Fast. Zariah didn't even have time to blink before her back hit the nearby pillar - not hard, but firm enough to freeze her breath. His hand gripped her waist tightly, the other at her wrist, locking her in place. His chest pressed to hers. His face was inches from hers. His voice was deep. Controlled. But deadly serious. "It's no longer like always, Zariah." Her lips parted. "I used to ignore you because I knew my limits. I'm not like those men who flirt and sin and call it love. I feared Allah more than I ever desired you." His eyes narrowed, dark fire glowing behind them. "I didn't punish you back then because I respect women - even when they spit venom. I kept my mouth shut, not because I was weak... but because you weren't my mahram. I had no right to look at you, touch you, even speak without reason." He leaned closer, and she could feel his breath brush her cheek. "But now..." His grip on her tightened, and her body trembled - not from fear, but from the intensity in his words. "Now you are my wife. Now, you belong to me. Halal. Lawful. Mine." Zariah tried to turn her face away, but he caught her chin, tilting it back to him. "Now I can do anything I want. I can touch you. I can silence your insults without guilt. And I can show you what it means to be owned in a way that'll make you crave it again." His lips brushed her neck, just for a second - before he bit her. Not soft. Not brutal. But just enough to sting, enough to leave a mark. Zariah gasped, frozen. He pulled back just a little. "This-" he said, brushing his thumb over the fresh mark on her neck, "-is the first of many."

The story takes place in ancient China. The day my elder sister was appointed Crown Princess, I volunteered to marry the sickly General Wei Shuhan. All of the capital laughed, saying I was picking up the trash my sister didn't want. On our wedding night, I smiled lightly at my coughing, blood-stained groom. "General, do you know you've been poisoned by three strange toxins?" When he gripped my throat, I spoke even more shocking words: "I wish to make a deal with you-wipe out my family for me, and I'll cure your poison and extend your life." By the flickering candlelight, his eyes turned crimson. "And if I refuse?" I brushed my hand across his chest. "Then the general will have no choice but to enter the underworld as a virgin." Later, when the poison flared up, he pressed me against the medicine vat, his burning breath brushing my ear. "The third poison... could it be a love curse?"

She carried the marriage alone-until silence shattered everything." She gave everything-her heart, her voice, her dreams. He gave nothing but his absence. When Isha Agnihootri stepped into marriage with Rudra Singh Rathore , she didn't dream of love-but she didn't expect to be invisible either. While Rudra buries himself in work, believing financial security is enough, Isha stands alone, holding together a family that never truly accepted her, and a marriage that never truly began. While Rudra chased money in the name of duty, Isha carried the weight of a family that never accepted her, protected the home he abandoned, and fought battles he never saw. She poured love into empty rooms, into cold silences, into the void he left behind. She lost her laughter. She lost her dreams. She even lost her ties to the family she once called her own. But now, she's done losing. How long can one person love when no one loves them back? When a fierce confrontation threatens to break the fragile shell of their marriage, the word divorce is spoken-and with it, years of buried emotions come flooding to the surface. For the first time, Rudra is forced to face the woman he never truly knew. When duty becomes distance, and silence becomes betrayal-how long can love survive? Will shattered vows finally be broken for good, or can love be born from the ashes of pain? Will the families step up to heal what they helped destroy-or prove once and for all that love is just a myth? Will Rudra wake up to the wife he never truly saw? Will Isha learn to love again-or walk away from love for good?

They handed her to me in a silk dress and diamond collar. The spoiled Sokolov princess. The executioner's daughter. My wife. Kira Sokolov dances in chaos like it's a language she invented- spinning through Paris in stilettos, kissing danger with blood-red lips, dragging her demons behind her like a designer coat. She was meant to be my obligation. A Bratva arrangement sealed in blood and silence. I never wanted a wife. Especially not one with wild eyes, bipolar swings, and a mouth that lives to drive me insane. But now she's mine. My problem. My obsession. And when she falls apart in my arms- with whispers to ghosts and bruised apologies- I'll burn kingdoms to keep her breathing. Because no one touches what belongs to Ivan Smirnov. Not the bratva. Not her past. Not even her own madness. She was born royalty. But she'll die as something else. Mine.

A tale of a family which is nothing but chaos love each other but just ignore one of them ,Aadhya........

She was abandoned, yet built her life from scratch, becoming a doctor through hardwork. He is the eldest son, a doctor calm, mature, and fiercely respectful of women. Two worlds collide. One heart carries trust issues, the other patience and understanding. Can love heal wounds that independence built so high? He fell first ×Both fell harder Doctor × Doctor Slowburn- Arranged marriage Soft romance Promise of Us - a story of trust, love, and finding home in each other. Dedicated to all the people Who needs a warm hug Who needs a shoulder to lean on Who just wants nothing but peace Who never wants to let their kid in them die

My Husband Is a Psychopath I am Anya Frances Von Hemsworth, born into power, wealth, and a life of freedom I had no intention of surrendering. But my parents had other plans. My marriage was arranged long before I understood what the word promise even meant- and the man waiting at the end of that promise is Nicholaus Henrik Vlatislov, a rising Soviet Army General... and the future President. I was Mischief. Reckless. Chaos. He was Discipline. Silence. Control. We were never meant to mix-until we were forced to. And marriage to him? It was supposed to be political. Practical. Not the beginning of my own personal nightmare. Because Nicholaus Vlatislov is not a normal man. One night, I saw him standing at the end of the hallway- his uniform soaked, his face dripping with blood. He smiled at me... that slow, terrifying, predatory grin. I blinked- And he was gone. Was it real? Or am I slowly losing my mind inside this cold, suffocating mansion? My life after the wedding becomes a prison made of marble and silence. No parties. No alcohol. No friends. No chaos. Just a dangerously calm husband who watches everything... and ignores my reckless acts as if he's waiting for me to break. But the more I try to escape him, the more I realize something horrifying- Nicholaus isn't ignoring me. He's studying me. Because the General of the Soviet Army did not marry for politics. He married for possession. Obsession. And for reasons darker than I'm prepared to understand. And now... my heartbeat doesn't belong to me anymore. It belongs to my husband- the psychopath I was forced to love.