"You can't do this to me; my marriage is already fixed," she stated. He pulled her harshly and ordered, "Never refuses me; you can't even imagine what I can do or not." He went near her ear and said, "Get ready for our marriage. I am giving you two days" and kissed her earlobe. This is Randheer Yaduvanshi, heir of the most powerful family of UP. He is 32 years old, unmarried, and the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. But his picture with a girl in an intimate position resulted in terror for his chair, and a politician can go to any extent to maintain his power and position. That's why he declared that "We are husband and wife, married last year, and we did not disclose it due to security concerns as my wife is not from a political family. Hope people will not deteriorate a sacred marriage, a bond made before God." It is a retribution story of power hunger entangled with love.

Shedule: Thursday and Sunday #1 of deal series ADITYA THAKUR She was just a puppet of my father. He wanted me to marry because I was turning into 30. I loved my father. But this time he made a mistake. He proposed a deal. Marry her and become CEO of Thakur company once you turned 30. There was only 15 days left for my 30th birthday. And I have to make a decision. ANKITA GUPTA I was a loving and single child of my parents. They died and in that accident I lost my everything. I lost my parents. My memories. I have problem in my brain. I am turned as inocent as child. I have almost lost all of my memories. I don't know how to do anything except cooking. I was living in hell and always pray to matarani. until that cutie uncle came. He came but he married me to a uncle. I was 18 and he was of 30. Now I have to live with him. In another hell. "Ae ji suniye" "Hanji sunaiye" "Mr pati ji , idhar aana jara" "Aaya sunshine" What will happen if innocent angel will meet the Satan itself. cold X childish Grumpy X sunshine slow burn careless X protective clumsy X mr perfect welcome to my world kitties 🦋🦋 ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Thank you for these rankings kitties...❤️💋 #2 in Deal - 14/10/2025 #2 in indianmarriage - 8/11/2025 #2 in grumpy - 11/11/2025 #2 in sunshine - 13/11/2025 #7 in comedy-romance - 25/11/25 #3 in comedy-romance -26/11/25

This is the story of Pransh Rana and Pankhuri Grover. Pransh Rana - for whom marriage is nothing more than a compromise, and Pankhuri Grover - for whom marriage is the biggest dream of her life. Their story begins on the night of their wedding, where Pankhuri waits for Pransh the entire night... but he never comes. And when morning finally arrives, so does Pransh - but only to shatter Pankhuri's dreams with a harsh reality. What was the truth that broke Pankhuri completely? What will she do now? Will she be able to survive this marriage, or will their relationship end before it even begins?

She looked at her hands, then at mine. "Ek din... jab main badi ho jaungi... tab aap haath pakdenge na?" My heart stopped. Then started again, harder. I answered honestly. "Tab tu khud mera haath pakdegi, Gauri. Main sirf wahan khada rahunga. Jab tak tu na aaye." She went quiet. ----

Yn live with her step parents who doesn't treat her well and one day her parents says that she is going to marry a Mafia King you dined to marry him but they all force you to do so.Chwck out the story to know how Taehyung treated yn after marriage what was the reason that Taehyung marry her.

The powerful haryanvi saga of a devoted man fighting his lover's fear "Baat ko samjhiye... hum nahi ho sakte ek," she whispered against his lips, tears sliding down her cheeks. His breath trembled. "Kyun nahi ho sakte ek..."His voice cracked between anger and pleading. He brushed his lips over hers again, desperate and scared. "Aapka khandan.. mujhe kabhi apna nahi paayega," she breathed. Her fingers tangled in his hair, trying to calm the storm rising inside him. He smiled faintly, lips still touching hers. "Unke apnane ya na apnane se kya farq padta hai, jaan" He took a deep breath, his chest pressed against hers "Humne toh apna liya hai na, aapko." Her fingers brushed his hair back. She swallowed hard. "Lekin...aapke maa-bapu aapse naraz ho jaayenge, na Pardhan ji." He closed his eyes and kissed her again, slower this time ,a silent plea for her to understand how much she meant to him "Unki narazgi seh lenge, lekin aapka chale jaana humse nahi saha jaayega," he murmured. Her breath caught. "Badnaam ho jaayenge aap...hume apna kar ke.." He cupped her face, thumb tracing the mole on her chin. "Agar badnami ke badle, aap mil rahe ho" He paused, eyes fixed on hers. "Yoh jaat sareaam badnaam hona chahvega" His Haryanvi accent rolled smoothly over his tongue She looked up. His eyes were steady not just possessive but certain, as if he had already chosen her against the world. Before she could argue, he pressed a finger gently to her lips. "Shhh..." Her heart hammered. She nodded faintly. Then his voice dropped to a vow. "Ek baat samajh lijiye, Heer..." He leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear. "Agar iss jaat ki koi jaatni hogi, toh woh sirf aap hongi, sirf aap," he said, his voice deepening on the last words to let her know he meant every bit of it. He looked straight into her eyes, one eyebrow lifting slightly. "Samjhi... MRS. HEER ANIRUDH SANGWAN." He kissed her forehead softly before standing up. To be continued... Story by AishRomantics

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆ This story is not standalone. It is based on a character from another story. It's about a girl who has been overshadowed by her sister's beauty but has managed to keep herself from turning bitter. She has suffered enough-now it's time for her to find happiness. The first book is Khushi: His Lawless Love.

🅿🆁🅾🅻🅾🅶🆄🅴 Sometimes love doesn't die. It just goes quiet buried under anger, pride, and the things left unsaid. He thought he'd won the argument the day said words no man should ever say. She didn't deserve his child. The silence that followed was heavier than hate. Years later, that silence still follows him. In every empty room, every smile that doesn't reach his eyes. And her,she learned to stand again. To breathe without his shadow, to rebuild the pieces he broke when he mistook love for ownership. But fate, cruel as ever, doesn't close doors neatly. Their paths cross again, tangled in the same city, the same memories, but different hearts. When the past still breathes beside him, wearing a familiar face. Not when truth has its own hunger, waiting to tear through the lies they both lived with. Now, he has to face the truth he ran from,redemption isn't about getting her back. It's about becoming the man she once believed he could be. And she must decide if forgiveness means loving him again... or finally letting go. 29/01~ Top 4 in India; 30/01~ Top 3 in india 31/01~ Top 4 in india 01st #divorce, 02nd #wattpad 12th #love, 19th #heartbreak 04th #angst, 03rd #heartbreak 01st #imissyou, 09th #women, 02nd #randomstories.... 3rd #heartbreak, 1st #imissyou, 9th #women, 2nd #randomstories....