Marriageofconvenience Stories

Vaidehi Chauhan was born into a world of gold and grit, but she learned early that a royal smile is the best place to hide a bleeding heart. At twenty-two, she is a storm trapped in silk, bound by a sacred marriage vow to a man who is as much a stranger as he is her husband. Rana Vanraj Singh Rathore is a decade older, a man carved from the hard stone of the Mewar hills, powerful, possessive, and dangerously restrained. To the world, she is the poised princess. To him, she is a mystery he wants to unravel slowly, breath by agonizing breath. Behind the closed doors of the royal wing, the air thickens with a tension that neither of them can voice. It is in the way his gaze lingers on the curve of her neck, or how her pulse stutters whenever he stands close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his skin. He is a flame that consumes everything in its path, and she is the one woman who refuses to be burnt. But in a palace where every shadow holds a secret, a single word can ignite a fire that no vow can contain. As the hunger she tries to bury begins to clash with the cold duty she was raised for, Vaidehi must face the truth. Loving him isn't just a choice; it is a surrender that will either liberate her or destroy them both. This is a high-tension, mature royal Indian romance where every touch is a provocation and every glance is a sin.

Story 2 of THE WIFE SERIES This book will have some mature seense in future marriage never meant to happen. A husband who refuses to accept it. When a wedding collapses at the mandap, Ishita Khanna is forced to replace her runaway sister and marry Aarav Malhotra-a strict university professor bound by family pride and political pressure. For Aarav, the marriage is a secret, a burden he wants erased from his life. For Ishita, it becomes a silent prison. Living under one roof yet worlds apart, Ishita must hide her identity while Aarav ensures no one ever knows she is his wife. In classrooms, he is her professor. At home, a stranger she is bound to. In a world ruled by control, silence, and unspoken rules, what happens when a forced marriage begins to crack the walls of power, ego, and denial? Because some relationships aren't born out of love- they are survived.

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

he wants a pawn. for a property deal of his dead grandfather.the condition is only married heir has right to claim the property. he wants a wife that don't interrogate his life.... he decided to cage a innocent soul that not intefear in his life. he saw her at cafe and decides to take move..... "please don't hurt my mom" she begging on her knees "then Marry me" he orders. "if you want your mother alive, then marry me aarohi , or else--" he threats .. will he has feelings for her? will she Happy in this forced marriage? will they be together in future? ..

Adnan agrees to marriage under one condition - no children. Preferably, a woman who can never have them. Saba is forty. Educated. Independent. Quietly resilient. After six years of marriage marked by infertility and three miscarriages, she was divorced and returned to her parents' home carrying grief no one could see. When her aging father worries about her future, she agrees to marry again - not out of hope, but out of resolve. Their union is arranged, practical, and deeply uncomfortable. Both come from modern, well-educated Pakistani families. Both have careers - Adnan runs his family's real estate business; Saba works as a social worker at a girls' high school. Both know loss intimately. And yet, neither is prepared to face it reflected back at them. Adnan keeps his distance, offering respect without warmth. Saba tries to make the marriage work without begging for affection. What follows is not a love story born from passion - but one shaped by silence, grief, and the difficult choice to stay present instead of hiding in the past. Some marriages begin with promises. Theirs begins with restraint.

Ruhaan oberoi and sitara Khanna tied a knot of marriage six months back. A power couple for the outside world. But inside the four wall they are just Stangers. Who only knows eachother's name. Ruhaan oberoi is CEO of oberio industries. He is known as cold, ruthless and angry businessman but the truth only revolves around his family. There was a time when he used to make everyone laugh with his silly jokes. He used to smile at everyone. But one incident changed cheerful Ruhaan to cold Ruhaan oberio. The incident which removed ruhaan's smile from his life.He lost his love. And the main thing there is no way to comeback of her. He wanted to spend his life with her memories but it changed when his father emotionally forced him to marry a girl of his father's choice. Sitara Khanna is just like her name. She is star of her father's eye. She lost her mother in car accident when she was 13. Her father is her everything since then. A father, a mother ,a friend. She trusts her father blindly. And just like this she said yes to marry Ruhaan oberio when her father asked her. She trusts her father. But she never knew that Ruhaan isn't interested in marrying until thier marriage day. They were living their life without interfering eachother's life. But what will happen when she fell first, will he fall harder? Or she have to go through his ignorance for rest of her life Glimpse: ["And yes" he tilted his head towards the girl " she is really a gold digger" ruhaan said and made sad face Both the ladies looked at him confusingly "Dil churaya hai inhone hamara" (She stole my heart) ruhaan said looking at sitara ] Ps: English isn't my first language so please ignore any grammar mistakes. With love _ Aarohi

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

He hates her. She never stopped loving him. Twelve years ago, Liza Wilson's mother destroyed Christopher McKinley's family. Since then, he's blamed Liza for every shattered piece. Now his father is dead. And the will demands one thing: Marriage. To the girl he swore he'd never forgive. Living together was never part of the plan. Falling in love again? Even less.

TOP 3 = 25 APRIL 2026 Top 2 - 23 may 26 Top 5 - 24 may 26 Top1- 25may 26 Top 3 27 may Top9- 29 may In a world of grandeur, secrets, and legacy... destiny doesn't ask-it commands. Aaradhana, a quiet yet fierce girl with a haunting past, never imagined her life would collide with royalty. But when fate pushes her into the powerful Rajput Rathore dynasty, it isn't love that brings her there... It's replacement. The alliance was meant for Tanisha. Aaradhana was never the chosen bride-only the forced one. She wasn't the bride they wanted. She was the bride they needed. But royal decisions come with a price... and she is the one who has to pay it. Bound in a marriage of obligation, Aaradhana finds herself trapped between rigid traditions, hidden truths, and a husband-Yugveer Singh Rathore-who never wanted a wife to begin with. Cold. Distant. Unreadable. Yet beneath the silence... lies a storm neither of them is ready to face. Because sometimes, the heart that feels nothing... ends up needing the one it never chose. Can a girl meant to be forgotten become unforgettable? Can a marriage built on compulsion turn into something real? When power, pride, and passion collide... one woman will rewrite her destiny. She wasn't the first choice. She is The Royal Replacement. 👑🔥 (Completed)

What happens when a man who doesn't want to get married and a girl who grew up in a toxic household are forced to get married? Will their "loveless" marriage ever find love? Read to find out. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Meet Our ML- Gautham Shukla - A former pilot, turned professor. And our FL - Nia Mishra - A girl who had big dreams but couldn't pursue any of them. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Note : 1) Don't freak out by the reading time and the chapter lengths : The only reason it increased is because of the translations provided 2)Try to ignore the typos(my fat fingers fucking fail me sometimes) I try my level best to proof-read my book, but provided my busy schedule, sometimes minute mistakes occur. A thorough editing will be done after the book is completed. 3)The story is written in English, but has some Hindi dialogues, however, translations are provided

⤞ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈 ⤝ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴀɢᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴇʀɪᴇs In every story, men run from their past-desperate not to let their shadows poison the light of the women who enter their lives. But what if a man didn't run? What if he wanted his shadows to touch her? To own her. Haunt her. To pull her into the fire he built himself. Because she wasn't just his light. She was his bait-a living, breathing key to the monsters still hiding in his past. ✧˚ · . Aarvay Singh Raizada ✧˚ · . rose from the blood-soaked gutters of a city that never slept-only watched. Now, he stands as Asia's most feared and revered name: CEO of Raizada Group of Companies by day. Kingpin of the underground syndicate Noctis Dominion by night. Haunted by a past cloaked in grief, questions, and a wife's mysterious death... Aarvay lives in silence. In sleeplessness. In sin. ✧˚ · . Saayra Mittal ✧˚ · . knows nothing of shadows. A soft-spoken, steady girl with dreams stitched together by duty and ailing hopes- ...and completely unaware that someone, somewhere, watches her every move. Obsessing. Following. Claiming her as his. But when Aarvay and Saayra's paths cross, it isn't fate. It's design. Because he chooses her. Not for love. Not for forever. But as the trap to lure his wife's killer into the light. What he doesn't expect... Is to fall into the very fire he set. He never sinned by loving. He sinned by using love. And now? That sin might cost him the only woman who ever mattered. Tropes : ~ Age gap ~ Stalker ~ Murder mystery ~ slowburn ~ touch her and die ~ she fell first he fell harder ~ Boss x Employee

जहाँ मैं तुमसे पहली बार मिला था, मैं अभी भी वहीं ठहरा हुआ हूँ। तुम्हारा दिल वह शहर है जहाँ से मैं कभी लौटकर नहीं आया। अगर मैं कहीं खो जाऊँ तो मुझे मुझसे ही मिला देना। ऐ मेरे दिल मुबारक हो, यही तो प्यार है। ऐ मेरे दिल मुबारक हो, यही तो प्यार है। इश्क़ मुबारक, इश्क़ मुबारक, इश्क़ मुबारक। दर्द मुबारक, इश्क़ मुबारक। दर्द मुबारक, इश्क़ मुबारक। दर्द मुबारक। 𝑩𝒍𝒖𝒓𝒃 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑶𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑲𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒖𝒑 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈-𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆.

Truth and secrets do not dwell in the brilliance of light, but hide in the darkness of shadow. And in that darkness, twisted faith flickers uncertain, fragile, yet stubbornly alive. Like love, it eludes the eye, yet resounds through the deepest chambers of the heart. #agegap #twistedfaith #love #sacrifices

My fifth one-shot idea and definitely the longest one I've written so far. I got a little carried away with this one, but I really enjoyed exploring the emotions, misunderstandings, and complicated relationship between Naruto and Sasuke. If readers find this story interesting and would like to see more of their journey, I may turn it into a full-length story in the future. As always, let me know your thoughts and whether you'd like to see this idea expanded. And one more thing......this was originally supposed to be an Omegaverse story. However, while writing the beginning, I completely forgot to include some of the usual Omegaverse elements, such as secondary gender titles and scent descriptions that reflect the characters' emotions and moods. At this point, adding all of those details would push the story well beyond 8,000 words. So if I ever decide to write a full version of this idea, I'll make sure to incorporate those elements properly from the start.

At twenty-two, Vaidehi Tripathi had only one dream, to become independent. While other girls her age were busy planning weddings and imagining their future husbands, Vaidehi spent her days surrounded by books, mock tests, and notebooks filled with handwritten formulas. Her goal was clear: crack the SBI Probationary Officer examination and build a life on her own terms. She didn't dream of luxury. She didn't dream of romance. She dreamed of earning her own salary, supporting her mother, and proving that a woman's identity could exist beyond someone's daughter, wife, or daughter-in-law but dreams are fragile things when they're trapped inside a toxic household. Her father, Mahesh Tripathi, believed that a girl's biggest achievement was marriage. To him, Vaidehi's ambitions were nothing more than stubbornness. "Enough of these books," he would often say. "A girl's real home is her husband's house." She fought for years. She begged for one chance just one chance to appear for the exam and build her future but her father had already made his decision. Without asking for her opinion, he fixed her marriage to Hriday Chaudhary. And despite her protests, despite her tears, despite every dream she had carefully nurtured for years, she became Mrs. Vaidehi Chaudhary. On the wedding night, sitting alone in a room decorated with flowers, wearing jewelry that felt heavier than chains, Vaidehi stared at her SBI preparation books hidden inside her suitcase. The books were the only piece of her old life she had managed to bring with her. A silent reminder that somewhere beneath the bridal attire and forced smiles still lived the girl who refused to give up. The girl who had promised herself that one day she would become an SBI PO, no matter what stood in her way not even Hriday Chaudhary What Vaidehi didn't know was that Hriday Chaudhary was carrying secrets of his own. And their marriage, born out of compulsion, was about to change both of their lives forever.

She was never meant to be his wife. She was meant to be his revenge. When Anastasia is forced into a marriage she never chose, she becomes bound to Killian-a man feared for his silence as much as his violence. To her family, the union is protection. To him, it is justice long delayed. Every vow is calculated. Every act of devotion hides a blade. Killian has waited years to dismantle the family that destroyed his own, and through Anastasia, he finally holds the thread that can unravel them all. But fate has a cruel sense of irony. The woman meant to be collateral begins to matter. And the deeper the bond between them grows, the more impossible his revenge becomes. Because some threads, once pulled too tight, cannot be cut without blood.

🖤~ --- He lost his wife the day his daughter was born, leaving him alone with grief and a newborn who needed more than he could ever give- a mother's love. Though his family helped raise the child, the emptiness remained, echoing through every corner of their lives. To give his daughter the warmth she deserved, he married his late wife's sister-unaware that her heart already belonged to his younger brother. What began as sacrifice soon turned into silence. The bond they once shared changed after marriage, weighed down by guilt, unspoken emotions, and a past that refused to stay buried. Bound by duty, loss, and a child who connects them forever, they must face a question neither is ready to answer: Can love grow from a marriage built on grief... or will it break them before it begins? 🖤~ ---

❝ OBJECTION: I DO NOT WANT TO MARRY YOU ❞ She argues for a living. So does he. And right now, they're arguing about this. Saanvi Sharma is the sharpest lawyer in the city, ruthless in court, untouchable in life. Arjun Malhotra is the only person who's ever made her lose her cool. They've been rivals since law school, enemies across the courtroom, and the last two people on earth who should ever share a last name. So naturally, their families decided to plan their wedding. Forced together by meddling parents and an inconvenient arranged marriage, Saanvi and Arjun make a deal, play along, then blow it up from the inside. Simple. Foolproof. Except nothing between them has ever been simple. When a corrupt politician starts blackmailing both their firms, suddenly the two people who can't stand each other are the only ones who can save each other. And somewhere between late-night case files, stolen glances, and arguments that feel a little too much like flirting... ...the lines start to blur. • She hates him. • He infuriates her. • They're perfect for each other. The question isn't whether they'll fall in love. It's whether they'll be brave enough to admit it.

"You are practically naked!" I yelled at the ceiling, squeezing my eyes shut. "I am comfortable," she announced, shifting on the rug. "And you are changing color again, Hottie." She leaned forward, resting her elbows on her bare knees.. a position that nearly made me swallow my own tongue as the neckline of my stolen shirt dipped dangerously low. I dragged a desperate hand down my face. "I am flesh and blood, Crimson! I am not a saint, I am not a monk, and if you do not cover yourself this exact second, my heart is going to violently explode out of my chest!" Tropes:- ✨ Touch Her and You Die ✨ Fake Marriage ✨ Forced Proximity ✨ Only One Bed ✨ Grumpy x Sunshine ✨ He Falls First And Harder ✨ High Fantasy ✨Magical Realm James Everhart. Heir to House Everhart and the Academy's greatest magical prodigy has a terrible habit of ignoring the rules. But sneaking into the cursed, forbidden Garden of Aurelia might be his final, deadly mistake. When a rogue spell accidentally transforms a solitary, glowing tulip into a breathtaking, dangerously powerful woman, with no memories of her past, James's meticulously structured life goes up in flames. With the ruthless High Council hunting for the magical disturbance, How will James navigate deadly politics while hiding a beautifully oblivious woman? What will happen when her memories come back??