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𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧? 𝐇𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. She became his wife by fate. Loving him? That was never part of the deal. Veer Malhotra doesn't believe in love-only loyalty, silence, and control. A single father with a guarded heart, he agrees to a marriage that's nothing more than a formality... until she walks in. Radhika never dreamed of being a wife to a stranger, let alone a mother to his child.But destiny had its own plans.Soft-spoken, stubborn, and hiding a storm of her own, she steps into his world-not to change him, but to survive him. But the moment Krish held her hand, she knew-some bonds are written by fate. As Veer battles feelings he swore he buried, and Radhika learns to stand tall in a house that was never meant to be hers- a fragile, unexpected love begins to bloom... Not just between a man and a woman, but between three broken hearts trying to find home in each other. No.1 in #Family-drama ( Date: 11 July 2025) No.4 in #India (Date: 21 July 2025)

Sixteen-year-old Avantika never asked for a new family, a new city, or a new version of her father. Between Delhi's quiet walls and Jaipur's emotional echoes, she's trapped in a home that doesn't feel like hers anymore. When her stepmother enters the picture, so does everything she resents-until unexpected warmth begins to bloom in the most unlikely places. Part One follows a girl navigating broken trust, blended bloodlines, and the messy love of a stepfamily she didn't choose. Part Two leads her into adulthood, where past scars meet present desires-and love arrives dressed in secrets. A deeply emotional coming-of-age story rooted in Indian family dynamics, sibling bonds, slow healing, and the surprising softness of second chances.

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗙𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗼𝗳 ~𝘼 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ ⟣ An arranged marriage. A rich playboy. A girl who barely speaks above a whisper. Ishaan Singh Rathore lives for the thrill-fast cars, loud music, and fleeting romances. He's the kind of man who's never looked past tomorrow. Payal Grewal is his opposite in every way. Quiet, gentle, and devoted to her traditions, she's spent her life honoring a promise made before she was born-one that now binds her to Ishaan in marriage. Their grandfathers made a pact. Now it's time to fulfill it. But how can a man who's never taken love seriously handle a woman who's never known anything else? She's silence. He's chaos. And they've been destined for each other since before they could speak. Can opposites really attract-or will this marriage break before it even begins?

At The Varchasva Lyceum, the lines are drawn in palace marble. On one side is Anirudh Gaekwad, the Crown Prince of Raghugarh, for whom legacy is a birthright and leadership is a burden. On the other is Ishwari Joshi, the scholarship student, for whom every mark is a battle won and the school is her ticket to a better life. Their worlds were never meant to collide. Forced to partner for a year-long project, their intellectual rivalry sparks a connection that defies all the rules. But between palace expectations and scholarship pressures, their almost-story almost-ends in a painful, silent goodbye. Years later, their paths cross again. He is the modern prince grappling with his legacy. She is the lawyer hired to save it. The boy she knew is now a man, and the girl he remembers has become a force of nature. Is the history between them just a ghost of a forgotten prologue? Or can they finally write their own ending?

At their school farewell, he was their to an empire and she was the girl with impossible dreams.He loved her in silence;she left with promises of building a life far from what she is today. Four years later,on the night of her wedding,destiny brings her back to him-Shes the storm that's about to rewrite his destiny Rangreza:The story of two souls who grew up together drifted apart and found themselves bound.

तेरी मेरी गल्लां हो गयी मशहूर कर न कभी तू मुझे नज़रों से दूर Some love stories are loud. This one happens quietly between long nights, unfinished conversations, and feelings no one wants to name. Vedika Sharma comes to college with clear rules: focus on her dreams, protect her independence, and stay away from complications. Especially the kind that come wrapped in confidence, privilege, and a dangerously calm smile. Shivansh Singh Rathore has never chased love. Raised with responsibility and expectations, he believes control is strength until a sharp-tongued, disciplined girl from a completely different world challenges everything he thought he understood. They start as enemies. Then become friends. Then pretend to be something they're not. But fake relationships have a habit of turning real. And some bonds are forbidden not by society, but by loyalty. Set in Jaipur, this is a college love story filled with friendship, sarcasm, chaos, slow-burn romance, and nights that stretch longer than they should. Because some stories don't end in heartbreak. They end in waiting. ************************************************** Some love stories don't begin with promises. They begin with long nights, unfinished sentences, and feelings that arrive quietly... and stay. ************************************************** के रातां लम्बियां रे कटे तेरे संगयां संगयां रे

Anumita Lahiri, a free spirited happy girl loved by everyone in her village from Bengal suddenly ties her knot with the feared mafia from Mumbai. what happens when she gets into an unexpected marriage with Rishabh Malhotra?...

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Woh shehar ka badnaam ladka tha jiske liye mohabbat sirf ek khel thi Aur woh ek aisi ladki jo mohabbat par yaqeen rakhti thi Ek be-izzat si mulaqaat ne mohabbat ko nafrat me badal diya!!!

I wasn't supposed to notice him. Not in a crowded hallway. Not when he was just another senior passing by. But one glance turned into curiosity. Curiosity turned into conversations. And before I realized it... my heart was already involved. Rishan Malhotra was everything I should stay away from - complicated past, unreadable eyes, and a world that didn't include me. Yet somehow, I kept getting pulled closer. Maybe some stories don't start with love. Maybe they start with one mistake... and the senior I shouldn't like. Character Guide (Main Characters Only) These are the ones you'll see the most - other classmates, friends, and teachers will appear along the way. Alana Roy - 11th grade, main protagonist. Soft, emotional, curious, kind, shy, thoughtful, emotionally resilient, and careful. Rishan Malhotra - 12th grade, senior, mysterious and soft, Alana's crush. Sweet, shy, overthinks situations, loyal to those he cares about. Suhana Agarwal - 12th grade, complicated situations with Rishan. Confident, playful, socially aware, sometimes unintentionally dramatic. Heena Verma - Alana's friend. Cheerful, supportive, outgoing, and always has Alana's back. Ishaan - 12th grade, Rishan's friend. Observant, helpful, playful, sometimes serious when needed, loyal, notices small details others miss. Dev - 12th grade, Suhana's boyfriend. Protective, hot-headed at times, loyal, quick to judge situations without knowing the full story. Vanya - 12th grade, Rishan's close friend and like a sister to him. Supportive, cheerful, teasing at times, looks out for Rishan and his friends.

She was a widow, a mother, and a woman who never asked for a second chance. He was the King of Jaipur, a man who ruled empires with power in his veins and scars in his heart. When Meera's groom runs away on the day of her wedding, whispers threaten to drown her family in shame. But fate twists cruelly, and Aryan Singh Rathore-cold, commanding, and unwilling-becomes her husband. Not out of love, not even out of duty, but out of compulsion. "To me, you're just a namesake wife," he warns, his eyes carrying the weight of a past he refuses to reveal. Caught between the innocence of her little daughter and the arrogance of a man who despises the very idea of marriage, Meera must learn to survive in the gilded cage of the Rathore mansion. But what happens when forced vows begin to stir emotions neither of them expected? Can a reluctant king and a broken queen find love in a marriage built on nothing but duty?

Do you still believe in love? For Lavanya Kapoor, love is nothing but a myth-an illusion meant to break hearts. For Shivansh Bharadwaj, the elder son, life has always been about duty and responsibility-never about feelings. But when two strangers are brought together in an ordinary arranged marriage, will their hearts remain guarded... or will they slowly find a space for each other? A story not of grand power, but of everyday moments-of hesitation, warmth, and the kind of love that quietly grows where you least expect it. ✨ Join the journey of Lavanya and Shivansh-where myths may turn into reality, and love might just find its way home.

When I say Samaksh Rathore and Dhvani Shukla hate each other, I don't mean a little eye-roll or silent treatment kind of hate. I mean absolute, hard-core, blood-boiling hate. She's from Uttar Pradesh, daughter of a powerful political family-full of drama, chaos, and zero fear. He's from Rajasthan, heir to a wealthy business empire-swagger, charm, and sharp one-liners. Their worlds collided like firecrackers on Diwali. Their first meet? Vani stormed right in front of Samaksh's brand-new car, screamed at him like he was the villain of her movie, and-just to seal her point-she threw a stone straight at his ride. Sam, of course, didn't stay quiet. He roasted her so bad that the air was filled with insults louder than traffic horns. Their second meet? Worse. Another argument, another war. This time Sam threw the word "Bhagodi" at her, mocking the fact that she had run away from home. And Vani? She didn't waste a second-her hand flew, and the slap echoed louder than their shouting. Now, just the sight of each other makes their blood boil. If looks could kill, Sam and Vani would have destroyed each other long ago. Enemies isn't even the word... these two are living, breathing disasters waiting to explode.

"Main usse nafrat karta hoon... par mera dil nafrat karna hi nahi chahta. Yeh dil sirf usse pyaar karna chaahata hai, par main... main kar nahi sakta..." They had been in an arranged marriage for more than a year. For her, it was nothing more than a convenience, and for him, it was completely loveless. Everything was going as usual-two lives under the same roof, but staying in different rooms. He went on long business trips and buried himself in work just to avoid being near her. He kept telling himself that he hated her, and he forced his mind to believe it. But then, something changed. He tried to keep up the act, but his heart was no longer listening to him. It didn't belong to him anymore; it belonged to her. He wanted to stay cold, but his own heart refused to obey his commands. No matter how much he claimed to hate her, his heart finally fought back, refusing to hate the one person it was meant to love. Finally, he found himself falling for his wife all over again. But what about her? Will she finally accept the man who waited for her for more than a decade? The man who has only ever loved her, whose very existence finds its purpose in her, and whose heart beats with only one rhythm which reminds him everytime - SIRF TUM❤️ Sirf Tum. Only Her. _._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._ | Dreamy • Devoted • Enternal | Welcome to my book, Sirf Tum: Only Her ★★★

It's not a love story. Not a tale of motivation, sorrow, or laughter. It's her story. A story without a genre - each chapter brings a twist, a shift, a new turn in her life. She's not just a character, she's a journey. join her and find where life lands her .

A deal. A signature. A forced marriage.** Eshan singh rathore is not a man you say no to. He is feared. Obeyed. Untouchable. A name that makes powerful men lower their eyes. Ayla never chose him. She was *handed* to him. Bound by a contract disguised as marriage, Ayla becomes the wife of the most dangerous man in the room-and the only one who doesn't fear him. He wanted control. She wanted freedom. What begins as a deal turns into possession. What starts with hatred slowly burns into obsession. Because Eshan doesn't love softly. And once he claims something- he never lets go.** **A forced marriage. A feared man. A girl who refuses to break. *Read if you like:* Forced Marriage Cold & Possessive Hero Deal Marriage Slow Burn + Angst "Touch her and die" **Warning:** This story contains obsession, emotional intensity, and a man who doesn't know how to love without destroying first. And to uncover the rest... turn the page...

He filled her cünt fully with a single hard thrust. His long, veiny cock nestled deep inside her warm and inviting hole. Tara screamed at the sudden intrusion of something big and long inside her tight pussy. She cried out....... PAPAJI !!!!! , "What are you doing?? " Vijay, bathing in the immense pleasure of being inside his daughter- in - laws tight cunt rasped out - "Your Lady part is too stiff and tight, that's why you are having pain during you period. I must massage it to make it it relax to ease your pain". Tara a naïve and innocent 19 year old newlywed girl lives with her husband Veer and her father- in law Vijay in Jodhpur. As a army officer her husband often has to travel all over the country and stays out of the town most of the time. Though innocent, Tara have a very curvy and attractive figure with hourglass shape and big round perky breasts. Vijay, a Vyaid Ji by proffession is a widowed man. With no one to satisfy his sexual needs for 15 years he instantly felt drawned to Tara's young and supple body. Her voluptuous breasts in her low cut blouse and slim waist fuels desire in Vijays body and mind. Will Vijay be able to control his desire towards his sexy bahu Or give up his control completely???? Follow and stay tuned to read Taras journey in her sasuraal...

What if he is never kneel infront of anyone, never listened anyone's command? Yet once you eyes forget to look at him, he becomes totally lost? Totally reckless? Totally craving!.... OBSESSION TO DEVOTION 🫧/_ To all who unknowingly stirred a fire within, what began as restless obsession has become quiet, unwavering devotion. This is for you, in silence and in light. ISHANI RANAWAT 🪻/_ She moves like a whisper through boardrooms-sharp as a blade, silent as frost. Rooted in business with an iron will, her presence commands without words. Her eyes, cool as winter dawns, hide a fire so controlled it burns like cold ice. She doesn't speak often-but when she does, kingdoms could fall. Emotion is a currency she never trades, yet her silence says more than most screams. #Obsession REYANSH ROMANO ✨️/_ By day, he's the polished heir of a global empire-suits, signatures, and sharp smiles. But when the sun sets, the shadows claim him. Born of an Indian mother and an Italian father, he walks between two worlds-one bound by blood, the other by power. The underworld is his true cathedral, built on silence, loyalty, and darkness. He's never believed in gods or grace-only the ruthless order of chaos, the sanctity of control, and the weight of his own name. _______ Tropes: ----------- hatetolove Indianxitalian Obsession look at her and die

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When she went to her balcony, their eyes met. Her breath caught for a moment, and she froze. He was still there-sitting on the bench outside her house, drenched in rain, his clothes clinging to him like shadows in the night. The wind played with his soaked hair, but his gaze was unwavering, locked on her like a lifeline. Despite the storm, he hadn't moved an inch. She felt a pang in her chest. He should have left by now. He should have walked away when she told him to, but he hadn't. He stayed. "Why did he have to stay?" Her mind, clouded with frustration from her day, couldn't process the silent message his persistence was screaming. She leaned against the railing, staring at him, her heart betraying her mind. The rain poured harder, and she could barely see his face clearly, but his stubborn determination glowed through the storm. Finally, she called out, "Why are you still here?" He stood slowly, wiping water from his eyes, though the rain kept blinding him. His voice was steady despite the cold that must have seeped into his bones. "I told you. I'm not leaving until you say yes."