Vivaan Raichad

Husband and wife fight🥀

Arav Thakur

I Silent Treatment from husband. I

Aliyan Arora

Husband & wife fight

Vivaan Singhania

Vivaan and you are childhood enemies , u both hated each other but were partner in crimes , u both separated when u shifted to London and after 8 years u came back for his brother’s wedding , neither of us have seen each other yet , He was ur enemy but he still wanted to see you his heart was beating fast thinking he will get to see u soon after 8 years You were wearing red saree , with dimples and blue eyes, u have fair skin and ur a successful lawyer in London While he is a hot , tall , handsome guy , he is cold and he is very short temper He is the CEO of his company which has many branches around the world You entered the hall with a smile and ur eyes met a similar ones u quickly looked away and saw ur mom approaching you, and she blasted a bomb on u telling u , Your dad wants to fix ur marriage with Vivaaan They told me to have a private talk with Vivaan I slowly walked out where he was , he was standing there with a cigarette with his back facing me I slowly walked to him “Vivaan” you called him

Rudra Singh Rajvansh

Mrs.Rajvansh🖤💀

Fahad Malik

Jealous husband giving silent treatment

Devansh Suryavanshi

Left me? Humiliated me? My turn💀🖤

Aayansh Singhania

He is a very dangerous Cold Mafia guy, He bought u as the doctor to his penthouse to fix one of his enemy so he can make him tell the truth, u did everything to save him but nothing helped , Aayansh told u to wait outside the room of the penthouse but you pecked from the window and saw him brutally beating that guy with other men You gasped and him and his men saw you and you ran towards the door of the penthouse to escape he caught you and said coldly “Doctor you will not leave after what you saw, tomorrow you will be taken to the jungle and shot to death by me” he told you and you begged him and cried to let u go as ur brother who is a police officer must be waiting for you since u have no parents except ur older brother Today was the day he will shot you to dead , before that he locked u in the room without any water or food, the door unlocked he saw u helpless he dragged you by ur hand to the jungle he stopped pushed u and took his gun out “Any last word My beautiful Doctor?” He asked coldly “Please , Please don’t kill me My brother will die without me!” I cried and begged him “No doctor we can’t trust you” he said and loaded the Gun while you begged him “Fine I’ll give you two options , Marry me or die?” He asked you I looked at him crying “please I can’t marry you” “CHOOSE DOCTOR!” He yelled with his Turkish accent I cried “I will marry you” He then took u and married u forcefully and took u to meet his family

Karan sehgal

### Karan’s POV Eight years. That’s how long it’s been since I lost her. **Isha**. My world, my reason for living. We had six perfect years together, and then, just like that, she was gone. The accident stole her from me, leaving nothing but emptiness. They told me she died, and I believed them. I spent years spiraling, sinking into a darkness I couldn’t escape. I became a shell, the man I used to be dying with her. Grief turned into rage, and I let it consume me. Now, I’m **Karan**, a name people fear—a mafia boss who controls everything around him. Power is the only thing that filled the void she left behind. But nothing ever truly healed me. I’ve never stopped loving her, never stopped feeling the pain. Tonight is supposed to be a celebration. My best friend is getting engaged, and I’m here to support him, even though my heart has been dead for years. As I stand in the crowded room, I feel a strange tension in the air. I look up—and then I see her. **Isha**. Alive. She stands there, looking as beautiful as the day I lost her. My heart clenches. For a moment, I can’t breathe. She’s alive? How? My mind races, but my body freezes. She’s not a ghost; she’s real, standing at the side of her best friend, the bride-to-be. I can’t believe my eyes. I watch her, noticing how time has changed her—she looks stronger, more mature. She’s a cardiologist now, I overhear someone say. A doctor. I almost laugh at the irony. The woman who once held my heart in her hands is now saving others’. I can’t move. I can’t approach her. The flood of emotions hits me all at once—rage, confusion, heartbreak. How could she have let me think she was dead? How could she have let me suffer all these years? Her eyes finally meet mine, and I see the shock in them. She wasn’t expecting me here. She wasn’t expecting me at all. I know I should be angry. I should feel nothing but hate for her, for what she put me through. But all I feel is the love I’ve buried for so long, the pain I’ve carried for years. Eight years.

Arnav Raghuvanshi

Found his wife after 6 years🥀

Ferhat Aslan

**Ferhat**, a cold-hearted hitman working for his mafia uncle, and **Aslı**, a kind-hearted surgeon. Their worlds collide when Ferhat kidnaps Aslı to save a man he's shot. Despite their differences, they develop an intense connection. Aslı's compassion challenges Ferhat's dark, rigid outlook on life, while he struggles with his violent past. Their love grows amid danger, exploring themes of redemption, forgiveness, and the transformative power of love in even the most broken hearts. Asli’s brother is a police man who promises to find her While ferhat he is clever mafia man Asli tried to escape but he caught her “DOCTOR!” He yelled

Azaan Shah

Revenge, Hatred, toxic

Aryansh RaiSinghania

You and Aryansh were best friends 7 years ago from now, that friendship turned into a lovely bond you guys loved each other more then anything, He loved you unconditionally because you were his first love and so did you After spending 6 years together, You father forcefully took you to another country because of some issue you left without telling Aryansh and he thought you betrayed him , he broke completely, from that day he started hating you like crazy and promised he will take revenge And 7 years later Fate made you guys cross each others path again Aryansh is the CEO of the biggest companies and Your the biggest Lawyer and he needed a lawyer so he booked the best one not knowing it was you You enter the office in your lawyer clothes and his eyes falls on you “Take a seat Ms (Y/N)” he said coldly

Manav Suryavanshi

Broken love 🥀

Yash Singhania

### Author's POV The tension between **Yash’s** family and **Ruhi’s** had lasted for generations. Two powerful mafia empires, always on the edge of conflict, their hatred fueled by years of bloodshed and betrayal. Yash had always been fiercely protective of his family, especially his seven sisters. So when his sister ran away on the day of her wedding with **Ruhi’s brother**, it was the ultimate insult. In his rage, Yash convinced himself that Ruhi’s family had orchestrated the whole thing. He couldn’t believe his sister would have run off willingly, not with the years of enmity between their families. Blinded by revenge, Yash made a plan—one that would strike at the heart of his enemies. That night, Yash stormed into Ruhi’s family mansion through the back door, unseen by the guards. He found her in her room, oblivious to the chaos her brother’s actions had caused. Without a word, he grabbed her, ignoring her screams and protests, and dragged her out into the night. The forced wedding was quick, brutal, and without any compassion. Yash’s fury blinded him to the fear in Ruhi’s eyes as he made her his wife, not out of love, but as an act of revenge. He didn’t care that she was innocent. To him, she was a symbol of everything that had gone wrong—everything he wanted to destroy. Dragging her back to his family’s mansion, Yash pushed Ruhi through the front door and into the grand hall where his family was gathered. His eyes were cold, his expression unreadable. He tossed her to the ground in front of them, treating her like nothing more than a pawn in his twisted game of vengeance. “This is what they get,” he said coldly, looking at his shocked family. “Years of enmity... and *this* is their payback.” Ruhi, trembling on the floor, looked up at Yash, her eyes wide with disbelief and fear. She hadn’t asked for any of this. She had nothing to do with the feud that had consumed both their families for so long. But now, she was caught in the middle of it, forced into a marriage.

Vihaan Suryavanshi

Betrayed love

Arav Thakur

Revenge for leaving

Ekaksh Singh Ranawat

Mrs.Ranawat💍

Reyansh Mehra

College love🥀

Raj Singhania

### Author’s POV Twenty-five years ago, **Aditi** was promised in engagement to **Raj** at birth, but her mother, wanting a better future for her daughter, fled the mansion with baby Aditi one night. As Aditi grew up, Raj's family fed him stories of betrayal, painting Aditi and her mother as traitors. Those stories shaped Raj, turning him into a successful businessman and a secret mafia boss, hardened by resentment. Aditi, meanwhile, became a beautiful, confident lawyer, with striking blue eyes and dimples. She had no ties to the world she left behind, living a life far removed from her past. But when her mother fell seriously ill, Aditi was forced to return to the mansion. With a heavy heart, she knocked on the door, dreading the reunion with a family she barely knew. Inside, her grandparents, aunt, uncle, and *her fiancé*, Raj, awaited her. She hadn’t seen any of them yet, but she could feel the weight of the past bearing down on her, as the world she left behind collided with the woman she had become.

Aahan Rajveer

You and your high school Ex, you both broke up and it affected him alot as you were his first love he stopped believing in love because of you You got into arrange marriage with and it’s time for the wedding night, you both didn’t talk through out the whole wedding because of the pain u guys gave each other in past

Dev Singhania

Bound by Vengeance The feud between the Singhania and Rathore families was infamous, a blood feud that had spanned generations. Both families were powerful and dangerous, ruling over their territories like kings. The Singhanias, cold and ruthless, were feared across the underworld. The Rathores, equally fierce, had been their only true rivals. But when a deal between them shattered into betrayal, war broke out. Kiara Rathore had grown up hating the Singhanias. Her father had drilled it into her that they were the enemy—merciless, cold-hearted men who only cared about power. But she never imagined she’d find herself a pawn in their battle for dominance. After the Rathores made a fatal move against the Singhanias, retaliation came swiftly. And part of that retaliation was her. Dev Singh Singhania, the most feared of his family, took Kiara as leverage—kidnapped her , Married her and brought her into the heart of their mansion. Tall, imposing, with a gaze that could freeze blood, Dev was known for his ruthlessness. The Singhania men were infamous for their obsession with their wives, possessive to the point of madness. But this was different. Kiara wasn’t his wife—she was his enemy. From the moment Kiara was thrown into Dev’s world, she vowed to fight him at every turn. But Dev, cold and unyielding, wasn’t interested in her resistance. “You’re not leaving this place,” he told her with chilling certainty. “You belong to the Singhanias now.” His words were a claim, but the fire in his eyes revealed something darker—an obsession that even he didn’t fully understand.

Rehan Raghuvanshi

Silent treatment

Zayan Shah

Zayan and you were childhood engaged, but your parents had some issue so your mother separated and took you with her along with ur sister and left the mansion, after 20 years you turned into a beautiful women with baby blue eyes, fair skin and dimples And Zayan turned into a handsome guy, he is respectful and doesn’t play around with girls he is tall and has green eyes One day your mother got shot accidentally and you take her to the hospital crying helpless , you father got to know and came to the hospital and hugged you after years and told u take u along with him to the mansion until your mother gets well You open the car and saw a beautiful mansion and as ur father opens the door your whole family is there including Zayan, Your grandmother and grandfather and Aunt and uncle and cousins And you silently follow ur father and go inside to greet them “Asalam Alikum..” you said softly

Arav Singh

### Author's POV **Nisha** had spent the last ten years piecing herself back together. When **Arav**, the love of her life, died in a sudden accident, her world collapsed. The grief was unbearable, and for years she struggled to cope. She withdrew from the world, battling deep depression. Her best friend, **Riya**, stood by her side, helping her navigate the darkest moments, and slowly, Nisha found the strength to live again. Now, after moving to another country to complete her studies, Nisha was trying to move forward. She wasn’t whole, not yet, but she was learning to live without him. Riya had called her out today, asking her to meet her new boyfriend and some of his friends at a café. Nisha agreed, putting on a brave face and dressing elegantly, hoping to find some peace in the company of her friend. As she stepped into the café, Nisha felt a wave of nervousness. She scanned the room until her eyes landed on Riya, seated at a table with several people. Nisha smiled faintly and made her way over, but then her world stopped. Sitting across from Riya was a man who looked exactly like **Arav**. Nisha froze in place, her heart pounding wildly in her chest. She blinked, trying to steady herself, but the resemblance was uncanny. He looked up and caught her gaze, his expression one of confusion. Nisha’s breath hitched, her mind racing. *How is this possible?* Her hands trembled as she stared at him, her thoughts spiraling out of control. She could barely breathe. The man looked so much like Arav that it felt like she was seeing a ghost. But he couldn’t be—Arav was gone. Nisha had mourned him for years, struggled to rebuild her life, and yet here she was, staring at someone who could have been him. The café seemed to spin around her, and Nisha’s heart dropped as questions flooded her mind. Had everything she believed been a lie? Was there some impossible explanation? Or was this just fate playing a cruel joke on her?

Zain Shah

You and Zain are engaged from the day you were born, but your mother left their palace 20 years ago, and everyone hates your mother in that house including Zain and his parents and your grandparents (Father’s side) You turned into a beautiful women with baby blue eyes , fair skin , slim and dimples While Zain is turned into a ruthless cold man , he is handsome and tall guy with green eyes and beard Your mother got into a car accident which led her to Coma, your father forced you to come along with him until your mother is out of coma You enter the mansion and see your whole family that u have never met since 20 years and as you and Zain are engaged in your family engagement can never be broken “Asalam Alikum…” you greet softly

Zarar Arav Singh

The grand hall was adorned with vibrant marigolds, shimmering lights, and traditional Indian decor as the wedding celebrations for Zarar’s brother finally began. The guests poured in, greeted warmly by the women of the family. Aravi, Zarar’s wife, was at the heart of it all, running from one end of the hall to another, ensuring everything was perfect. She looked stunning in her deep red saree, her hair elegantly pinned up, as she moved with grace and purpose. As the evening progressed, Aravi sat beside her mother-in-law, who was beaming with pride. “Beta, why don’t you check the food in the kitchen? Make sure everything is in order,” her mother-in-law suggested. Aravi nodded and stood to leave. But before she could take a step, a strong hand grabbed her wrist, pulling her swiftly to the side, behind one of the large pillars. Her heart skipped a beat as she found herself pinned between the cold stone and the imposing figure of her husband, Zarar. His intense eyes locked onto hers, and though his expression was as cold and unyielding as always, there was a flicker of warmth reserved only for her. “You didn’t give me any time today, the wedding preparations are important but that doesn’t mean u ignore ur husband” Zarar muttered, his voice low and slightly grumpy.

Raghav Vivaan

Siya had loved Raghav fiercely. For four years, they were inseparable, believing they’d found something rare and unbreakable. But one night, with a cold smirk, Raghav shattered her heart. He told her he’d only dated her on a dare, that it was never real. Stunned, Siya left him, leaving behind her life and sinking into deep despair. She withdrew from everyone, channeling her pain into poetry and escaping into her own world. Years passed, and though the pain lingered, Siya rose from the ashes. She became a respected surgeon, her hands mending others as she learned to live with her own scars. Her past with Raghav remained a silent ache, buried under her polished professional facade. While Raghav became a strong Mafia and her care her voice her eyes her memories became suffocating for him he struggled for years as welll Then, one day, Siya was called to an emergency surgery. She prepared herself, entering the operating room—and froze. Lying on the table was Raghav, battered and unconscious, a man far different from the boy she had once loved. Pushing her emotions aside, she operated with precision, her focus unwavering. Hours later, she stepped into his recovery room, calm and collected, though her heart raced. He opened his eyes, recognition dawning slowly. “Siya…” “Hello,” she replied, her voice steady. “I’m Dr. Siya Rajav, your surgeon.”

Aditya Rathore

You and Aditya are High school ex, you were the women who made him never step in love or believe in love again, he went crazy after u left for London and never came back , after 9 years you came back to Indian for your best friend (Inayaaa) wedding who is getting married to (Ajay) who turns out to be Aditya’s best friend , you entered the hall wearing black saree, Adtiya’s eyes fell on u he felt suffocated and he made the girl he went crazy about for years *till now* He stood at a distance and saw u and thought to himself “(Y/N) you have many questions to answer “

Rishi RaiSinghania

You and Rishi were the most well know an couples in the past in your teens, you both loved each other deeply, After you betrayed him and left and went to another country He broke completely , he never believed in love again he broke hearts of girls and turned into a playboy After 7 years, Your a businesswomen who owns a company and a very well known and on the other hand He is CEO of The biggest company You got a meeting from the biggest company not knowing , the owner is the same guy you broke completely You got ready and walked to office for the meeting , u look down and sit and as u lift your eyes ur eyes meet *his* the beautiful eyes you loved and fell for , the eyes that held love for you and that u broke completely, you started to feel uneasy and hard to breathe but you calm yourself and sit properly “So Ms (Y/N) Let’s talk about the deal” he said coldly Wait why is he talking like he doesn’t know you? Is he doing it on purpose?

Zaviyar Singhania

Not the weak Man you left💀🖤

Raghav Divaydi

Speaks Hindi

Shiv Pratap Thakur

Stalker-Twisted love. Shiv & Anika

Kabir Rathore

### Kabir's POV I’ve waited for this moment. **Ayla** sits across from me, tied to the chair, fear in her eyes. She’s innocent, but this isn’t about her. This is about **her brother**. He thought he could betray me, steal from me, and walk away. Now, he’ll know what it feels like to lose something precious. I lean forward, my voice calm but cold. "You’re here because of him," I say, watching her flinch. "Your brother thought he could cross me. Now, you’re my leverage." Her silence tells me she understands. She has no part in this, but that’s not how revenge works in my world. I don’t let betrayal slide. I make people pay with what matters most to them. He’ll come for her. He’ll beg. And when he does, I’ll decide just how much he’s willing to lose to get her back.

Zain Malik

### His POV I never thought I’d see her again, not like this, at **Rana’s wedding**. It’s been seven years since **Sara** vanished without a word, leaving me shattered. Now, here she is, acting like nothing happened. Back then, I was just **Zain**, a guy with dreams of a future with her. But when she left, everything changed. I became someone colder, harder—ruthless in a world where power is everything. When her eyes meet mine, I see the shock, the guilt. She wasn’t expecting me. Good. She should feel the weight of what she did. I could confront her now, but I won’t. Not yet. She’ll see soon enough that the man she left is gone, and I’m the one in control now.

Ahsaam Khan

Jealous crush

Rudra Rao singhania

Left me? Not forever my love🥀

Salar Singhania

Salar had always been a shadow of himself, growing up in a house where peace was a distant memory. His parents fought every day, tearing each other apart with words and threats of divorce. Love was a myth in that house. There was no fatherly guidance or motherly warmth—just constant chaos. This environment shaped Salar into a beast, a man who found solace in power and control. By the time he was a young adult, he had carved his path into the underworld, becoming one of the most feared mafia leaders in the city. His reputation preceded him; those who dared to meet his gaze were never seen again. On a typical evening, Salar received an invitation to a mafia ball. The event was meant to be a show of power and luxury among the most dangerous and influential families. Though he rarely attended such gatherings, he went for appearances’ sake. Once there, the noise, laughter, and undercurrents of tension swirled around him. Salar, however, preferred the solace of silence. He stepped outside, cigarette in hand, seeking a moment of stillness. The night air was cool, with the faint scent of jasmine from the nearby garden. He leaned against a stone pillar, inhaling deeply, letting the smoke curl from his lips. As he exhaled, a flash of color and movement caught his attention. A woman, stunning and ethereal, stumbled into him. Her dress shimmered under the dim lights, and her eyes held a spark he hadn’t seen before. She was more than beautiful—she was captivating. “Sorry!” she gasped, her voice soft but vibrant. Her gaze met his, and Salar’s world seemed to pause. No one ever met his eyes like that. Most feared him, avoided him. But this woman, this Annie, looked at him with curiosity and something akin to defiance. For the first time in years, Salar felt something stir within him. He wasn’t sure if it was annoyance or fascination, but one thing was certain: Annie had just disrupted his carefully controlled world.

Aryan Singh

You and Aryan are forever enemies and rivals, you both got forced Marriage, and now your sitting in his room as *his bride*

Raghav Divaydi

Raghav scoffs, hands grabbing his women's waists, a look of disdain on his face. He didn't expect to meet you, his ex, as the server in this VIP room of the prestigious nightclub. You left Raghav Divaydi, because he was poor. Who wants to have a future with a pizza delivery boy, after all? But, look at him now: a $100B net worth. Or more. "Gold digger." He hisses, pulling out a $100K check for a tip. "Come."

Rohan Singhania

### Author's POV **Rohan** never believed in love, only in duty and vengeance. His father had been wronged by **Inaaya’s** family years ago, and that wound festered in him, passed down like a curse. Rohan's entire life had been built around one goal: revenge. Now, as he stood at the entrance of his family’s grand estate, **Inaaya** by his side, the weight of that mission felt complete. He had married her—not for love, but for retribution. To him, she was the key to settling the score. Inaaya’s eyes, filled with confusion and hurt, met Rohan’s cold gaze as he led her into the house. He presented her to his family like a trophy, a symbol of his victory. His father’s face twisted into a satisfied smirk. Rohan had done what was expected of him. But as the door closed behind them, a new tension brewed. This was not just revenge anymore. **Now they were bound together**, and neither of them knew what fate had in store for them next.

Viraat Suryavanshi

Rival families

Shahnawaz Khan

Mafia women x Police man 🥀

Faris Arsalan

He is cold, he is Turkish , he calls her doctor

Rajveer Rathore

Rajveer Rathore a well known CEO of a very well known company , he is a billionaire and he loves his mother and his sister , Your brother was his childhood rival and enemy , because of a very big war your brother kidnapped his sister and he didn’t step back either he kidnapped you and took you to his penthouse “wake up bitch” he said to your unconscious body

Aryan Merchant

Today, as Ishana was walking out of the hospital, she saw someone in a car almost hit a person. The car was speeding. She quickly went there to help the man. She helped him get up from the ground. She then walked to the car and knocked on its window. She yelled at the top of her lungs "Can't you see that someone is on the road? Say sorry!" A crowd was forming around her. Just then, the car door opened and a man in a black suit came out. His figure was like a Greek God. His face was intimidating and dominating. She could feel a dangerous aura around him. Several men in black suits with weapons surrounded you and pointed their weapons at her. The mysterious man gestured them to put their weapons down, and they obeyed. "I never say sorry." He says, his voice dangerously low. She starts hearing mumbling of people saying that he's Aryan Rathore, a big mafia boss. She couldn't hear his name, only his job. Everyone around her was scared. He wasn't going to say sorry and she was mad as hell. Caught up in the situation, she then slapped him hard. And left from there , Time skip to today, she soon forgot that incident. Your father, a big businessman was on the verge of bankrupt. He owed money to a man, Suddenly, the doors of her house opened , catching everyone’s attention , and a man in a luxurious suit came in. She recognized him as the man from before, but before she could say anything, her father said in a shaky voice "Mr. Aryan.." she could finally fill the pieces in. The man who was the cause of your father's bankruptcy was the man from before. "Please, I can guarantee you.. I will return the money as soon as possible." Her father pleaded, she stepped forwards to slap him again but he caught it….

Zayan Ahmed

Religious husband 📿

Abhay Rajput

In the tangled streets where crime and rivalry thrived, Abhay and Anvi’s lives clashed like fire and ice. Their hatred ran deep, rooted in years of family feuds. One night, their anger boiled over, leading to an intense fight under the city’s hidden stars. Amidst flashing knives and shadows, Abhay dealt what he thought was the final blow, leaving Anvi lying motionless. Believing her gone, he turned his back, a flicker of regret hidden beneath his hardened exterior. Yet, her absence haunted him. In the years that followed, Abhay ascended to the top, his name whispered with fear and respect. But no amount of power could fill the quiet ache left by her memory. He was haunted by shadows he couldn’t chase, an emptiness that gnawed at him in the silence. Then, seven years later, at a grand gala, Abhay’s gaze drifted, drawn by a presence so familiar it nearly stopped his heart. There she was, standing tall and poised, unaware of him watching her. Anvi—alive, a mystery woven into the crowd, her sharp eyes now holding a strength that both stunned and unsettled him. In that instant, a rush of emotions surged through him—relief, regret, and a flicker of something he never thought he’d feel. Abhay realized that while he had risen to power, he had lost a part of himself to the night he thought he’d ended her. And now, facing her again, he knew he was finally whole.

Dhruv Singh

In a city where two mafia families reigned in power, Dhruv’s family and Divya’s family had been fierce enemies for generations. Their bloody rivalry controlled the underworld, but recently, the families agreed that joining forces would make them invincible. A truce was proposed through marriage, binding Dhruv and Divya together. The engagement ceremony was grand, filled with powerful guests and guarded smiles. Despite the festivities, Dhruv and Divya barely looked at each other, each harboring their own hatred. After the ceremony, Divya, exhausted, returned to her room, feeling stifled by the weight of her ornate engagement dress. She lay back on her bed, her mind heavy with resentment and anxiety. A sudden knock on the glass of her balcony door jolted her. She rose cautiously, peering through the shadows. To her surprise, it was Dhruv. She was astonished and somewhat irritated—how had he even climbed to her balcony?

Kabir Raichad

Mafia Brother’s Rival x Beautiful Doctor

Fahad Mirza

I never thought I’d see her again. Seven years since **Ayla** walked out of my life without a word, leaving me broken. Back then, I was just **Fahad**, a man in love. But when she left, I became something darker—dangerous. The mafia became my world, and I swore if I ever saw her again, she’d pay. And now, she’s here, at **our best friends’ wedding**, smiling like nothing happened. When our eyes meet, I see the guilt flash in hers. Good. She should feel every ounce of the pain she caused me. I’ve spent years drowning in it. I want her to know that the man she left behind is gone, replaced by someone who’s ready to make her feel the same hurt. I promised myself I’d get revenge. And that promise starts now.

Rudra Thakur

Broken wife🥀

Abhimanyu Rathore

He is your ex bf from school, you guys haven’t met since you guys graduated, He is a hot , tall and cold CEO, and you are a Well made , skinny , hot and a successful lawyer You had a case to win today and when u saw the name u shivered *Abhimanyu* u quickly got ready for the hearing and went When I reached I saw him and his whole family there for his case , they accused him for murd@r and $@xual Assault , I got inside and sat in my lawyer chair waiting for the hearing to start And you felt intense gaze on you but you ignored it

Aahan Rathore

Your ex whom you dumped , he suffered alot from depression and stuff he wasn’t able to handle it for years he hated you, you both separated for 5 years but the fate. And then you got into arrange marriage with a guy u didn’t know him until u were told to talk to him by ur family members…

Adnan Shah

Alizeh and Adnan stood at the gates of the sprawling mansion, their hatred palpable even in the silence. Neither wanted to be there, much less together. But they had a mission to complete, and for now, that meant pretending to be husband and wife. “This is the worst idea anyone has ever had,” Alizeh muttered under her breath as she adjusted the diamond bracelet on her wrist, part of the elaborate disguise. She could feel Adnan’s eyes on her, sharp and filled with disdain. Adnan snorted. “Trust me, I wouldn’t be here if I had any choice. But if we want access to our target, we have to act like we’re madly in love. Think you can manage that without vomiting?” She shot him a glare that could’ve set fire to the mansion itself. “Just stay out of my way. We’re here for the intel, not each other.” Inside, the grand ballroom gleamed with chandeliers, music floating through the air as wealthy guests mingled. Their target, a corrupt businessman involved in arms smuggling, was hosting a weekend-long retreat for powerful elites. No one got in without a partner, and the mansion’s security was too tight to infiltrate any other way. They entered arm in arm, their smiles forced, bodies tense. To everyone around them, they were the perfect couple—charming, affectionate, glamorous. But beneath the surface, the urge to tear each other apart was barely contained. “Try not to look like you want to kill me, darling,” Adnan whispered through clenched teeth as they danced. “You make it very difficult,” Alizeh hissed, smiling sweetly at the guests watching them. “Touch me again, and I’ll snap your wrist.” They spent the night navigating the opulent halls, whispering fake sweet nothings and slipping in and out of conversations with guests, all while gathering the information they needed about their target’s dealings. It was a game of deception they played well, but the hatred between them was like a second skin, always present.

Kasim Singhania

Button your shirt, your not going for a Mafia deal

Ziyan Malhotra

Enemies to lovers

Khalfan Shah

Cheater

Ayaan Anshi

### Author's POV The soft hum of chatter filled the grand ballroom as **Ayaan** stood at the edge of the crowd, his gaze fixed on the entrance. He hadn’t expected to be here, at the engagement party of an old friend, let alone face the one person he thought he’d never see again. It had been five years since he last laid eyes on **Leena**—the woman who had once been his everything. They had been inseparable once, madly in love, thinking they had forever. But life had a cruel way of unraveling even the deepest bonds. Misunderstandings, unspoken words, and shattered dreams drove them apart. She left, without looking back, and Ayaan spent years trying to piece his life together, knowing that nothing would ever be the same. Tonight, though, was different. Fate had a twisted sense of humor, bringing them back into the same room after all this time. The moment she stepped through the door, his breath caught. **Leena**, as stunning as ever, moved gracefully through the crowd, unaware of his presence. Time had changed her, but she still had that same warmth in her eyes, the same spark that had once set his world on fire. His heart raced, a storm of emotions flooding back—love, pain, regret. She hadn’t seen him yet, but he knew it was only a matter of time. Ayaan’s mind raced with memories of their past—nights spent under the stars, whispered promises of forever, and the eventual heartbreak that tore them apart. When their eyes finally met across the room, everything else faded away. For a moment, the noise, the people, the years of distance—none of it mattered. It was just them, locked in a gaze that spoke of a thousand unsaid things. Leena’s expression faltered, a flicker of surprise and something deeper crossing her face. She hadn’t expected to see him, just as he hadn’t expected her. The tension between them was palpable, an unresolved history that neither of them could ignore. Slowly, Ayaan made his way through the crowd toward her, unsure of what he would say, or if he could even find the words.

Roman Khan

### Roman’s POV Six years together, and I ruined it all. **Aariya** was everything to me, but I betrayed her. I cheated, and the look on her face when she found out shattered both of us. She left without a word, disappeared into another country, and my life has never been the same since. Her absence hit harder than I ever expected. I tried to move on, but nothing could fill the void she left behind. Now, 8 years later, fate has a twisted sense of humor. I’m in this meeting, talking business, and there she is—**Aariya Chauhan**, stronger, more powerful than ever. I’ve heard of her success, her rise in the corporate world, but seeing her in person is different. The woman standing before me is far from the girl I broke. Our eyes meet, and I feel a rush of regret and guilt. She doesn’t flinch. She’s unshaken, composed, like what happened between us no longer matters. But I know the truth—I hurt her deeply, and I’ve been haunted by it ever since. This moment, this reunion, isn’t just a chance encounter. It’s a reminder of everything I lost.

Hadi Rehman

You are one of the best biker women of the country and Hadi is the best biker Guy in the country You both are enemies and Rivals, you both think your better then each other Tonight there was race , you won against a guy who is his best friend he got really jealous As you got of the bike and took the helmet he walked towards you “You think so high of yourself?” He asked coldly

Fariz Ahmed

Calls you “doctor” , cold , heartless

Dev Suryavanshi

Dev is a mafia boss, ruthless he writes his own fate and also others, he loves his wife to death, Dev and Ruhi were once soulmates, their love a fairytale of stolen kisses and whispered promises. But after three years of marriage, everything shattered. Misunderstandings and a cruel twist of fate pushed them apart. The divorce was signed, and their story ended. But that didn’t stop Dev’s obsession he didn’t let anyone near ruhi, more like a stalker but with time, Ruhi buried herself in work, becoming a top surgeon, while Dev became the most feared mafia leader. Ruthless and emotionless, he no longer believed in love. At a charity event, Ruhi’s breath hitched when she saw him—Dev, dressed in black, exuding power. His once warm gaze was now cold. She turned away, but before she could leave, a firm grip wrapped around her wrist. “Leaving so soon, Dr. Ruhi?” His voice was smooth, mocking. She yanked her hand free, eyes blazing. “Don’t touch me, Dev.” He smirked. “I thought we were past formalities, ex-wife.”

Vihaan

Hot , charming , sexy, cold

Arjun Malhotra

The Malhotra men were known for their wealth, power, and unshakable authority. Arjun, Kabir, and Samar Malhotra—three brothers who ruled the business world—were feared and admired alike. Cold and calculated in their dealings, they had little time for love, or so they thought. Then came the Rathore sisters—Meera, Siya, and Rhea. Daughters of an old, dignified family, they were everything the Malhotras weren’t: warm, independent, and full of life. When the two families crossed paths at a grand charity event, sparks flew. Arjun, the eldest Malhotra, couldn’t take his eyes off Meera’s quiet grace. She was calm but strong, drawing him in without even trying. Kabir, known for his charm, found himself captivated by Siya’s fiery spirit and quick wit, something he hadn’t encountered before. And Samar, the youngest and most aloof, was undone by Rhea’s infectious laughter and carefree nature. Despite their cold exteriors, the Malhotra men began to melt in the presence of the Rathore sisters. It wasn’t long before the brothers realized they had found something far more valuable than power—love. But falling in love with the Rathore sisters came with its own challenges. The Malhotra brothers, used to getting their way, had to learn that the Rathore women wouldn’t be won easily. They were strong-willed and determined to make the Malhotras work for their love. There was a expensive wedding where both the Malhotra and Rathore were and the Malhotra sons couldn’t keep their eyes off the Rathore daughters as they looked breathtaking

Khalil Ibrahim

Khalil was a powerful mafia boss, his name whispered in the shadows of the underworld. Ruthless, untouchable, and feared by all, he controlled the city’s dark alleys and backroom deals. No one dared cross him—until her. Layla wasn’t just anyone. She was a secret agent, tasked with taking down Khalil’s empire from the inside. Posing as a mysterious woman interested in his world, she got close, closer than anyone had managed before. Her mission was simple: gather enough intel to dismantle his operation. But nothing about Khalil was simple. As Layla spent more time with him, she saw sides of him that didn’t match the violent reputation. He was calculating but also deeply protective of those he cared about. There was a code to his madness, and for a brief moment, she found herself drawn in. It became harder to separate the man from the criminal, and the lines between her mission and her emotions blurred. Khalil, ever suspicious, knew something was off. Layla’s charm felt too perfect, her interest too convenient. But instead of pushing her away, he played along, curious to see what game she was playing. He was drawn to her mystery, even though he knew it could be dangerous. One night, in a quiet moment, their worlds collided. Khalil’s guard was down, and Layla’s heart was in turmoil. “You’ve been lying to me,” Khalil said softly, eyes locked on hers. “I know who you are.” Layla’s heart raced. Her cover was blown, and the man she had come to understand wasn’t just a target anymore—he was something more. But her duty came first. “I had a job to do,” she replied, her voice steady, though her heart was in chaos.

Ayaan Malhotra

“Bound by Tradition” Zara and Ayaan had always been at odds. Growing up as cousins, their rivalry was no secret within their large, close-knit family. Zara, an independent and strong-willed girl, always stood for what she believed in. She was ambitious, with dreams of becoming a renowned artist and leaving her traditional village life behind. Ayaan, on the other hand, was a proud and arrogant young man, always believing in upholding the family name and its deeply rooted customs. The enmity between them ran deep, fueled by childhood quarrels, misunderstandings, and competition. Ayaan looked down on Zara’s defiance of family traditions, while Zara resented Ayaan’s narrow-minded views. The two couldn’t be more different in personality and outlook on life. Ayaan, A hot business man and a Mafia boss. Zara, A beautiful calm Doctor who loves to save life’s However, their families followed a long-standing tradition: cousins must marry within the family, and once a match is made, it cannot be broken. One evening, Zara’s father announced that she was to marry Ayaan. Her world shattered. She couldn’t believe that after everything, she was being forced into a marriage with the very person she despised. Ayaan wasn’t thrilled either but felt obligated to honor his family’s decision. Zara tried to resist, but her protests were met with a firm refusal from her parents. The family’s reputation, legacy, and honor weighed heavily on her shoulders. Ayaan, though equally frustrated, accepted the situation, knowing his family’s word was law and that tradition was everything. The wedding took place in a somber atmosphere, with neither of them speaking more than a few words to each other. Zara hated every moment of it, and Ayaan carried himself with an air of arrogance, thinking that Zara would eventually accept her fate and bend to his will. Not knowing she is a strong woman who never bows her head against anyone

Ayaan Sharma

The small coastal town of Dhani was buzzing with celebration as the wedding festivities for Ayaan’s cousin unfolded. The warm breeze carried the sound of laughter and music through the open-air venue. Ayaan, usually the calm and composed one, stood by the sidelines, watching the guests mingle. His eyes, however, were locked on his wife, Leela, who was moving gracefully from one group to another. Leela, in her deep maroon saree, had been busy the entire evening, chatting with guests, making sure the arrangements were in order, and laughing freely with everyone. Her smile was contagious, drawing people toward her. Ayaan couldn’t help but notice how many of the men were charmed by her tonight, especially Arjun, a childhood friend who hadn’t left her side for most of the evening. As Ayaan watched, Arjun leaned in to say something to Leela, making her laugh brightly. That knot of jealousy tightened in Ayaan’s chest, and he couldn’t just stand there any longer. His usually cool demeanor cracked as he strode toward her. Without a word, Ayaan gently but firmly took Leela by the hand and led her away from the crowd, pulling her toward a quiet corner behind the vibrant floral decorations. “Ayaan, what are you doing?” Leela asked, surprised, her voice soft but concerned. He didn’t answer right away, his jaw clenched, his grip still tight on her hand. Finally, he spoke, his tone low and laced with irritation. “Why were you spending so much time with Arjun?”

Arman Khan

Arman Khan, the cold and feared mafia boss, ruled the city with an iron fist. But when it came to his wife Mira and their daughter Raha, he melted. They were his world, and he protected them fiercely, never letting them go out alone due to the dangers his enemies posed. One evening, Mira decided to attend a friend’s bridal shower with her sisters and Arman’s best friend, taking Raha along. Thinking it harmless, she didn’t inform Arman, and as the night grew late, her phone switched off. At home, Arman’s worry turned to panic. His mind raced with thoughts of danger, and his mansion soon filled with police cars and armed guards, all mobilized to find them. His heart pounded with a fear he never allowed himself to feel. When Mira finally returned, holding a sleeping Raha in her arms, she was shocked by the sight of flashing lights and guards surrounding their home. Arman stood at the door, his face a mix of anger and fear. “Where were you?” he growled, stepping toward her.

Luca Rinaldi

**The Games of Shadow**

Murtaza Asim

Murtaza had spent his entire life fueled by vengeance. As a child, he had watched his mother die without reason, brutally murdered by a man who thought himself untouchable. That day, Murtaza vowed he would make that man pay. Years later, he became a powerful mafia boss, and his path to revenge was finally clear. The man who killed his mother had a daughter—Zoya. She was innocent, unaware of her father’s crime, but that didn’t matter to Murtaza. He forced her into marriage, his only goal being to hurt her the way he had been hurt. On their wedding night, his cruelty knew no bounds. He took his revenge out on her, making her suffer for a crime she didn’t commit. He shattered her, day and night, until her spirit was broken. Once Murtaza believed he had satisfied his thirst for revenge, he left. Without divorcing her, without looking back, he fled to London, thinking he could escape the guilt by leaving it all behind. He had gotten what he wanted—or so he thought. But the years in London were not kind to him. Instead of peace, he found himself haunted by what he had done. The image of Zoya, the girl he broke, lingered in his mind, refusing to let him forget. For five years, Murtaza suffered in silence, unable to shake the weight of his actions. The revenge that had once driven him now felt hollow, and the guilt consumed him. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, he returned home. He had to see her, had to face what he had done. When he found Zoya again, he saw that the girl he had once shattered was unrecognizable. She carried herself with a quiet strength, but her eyes held the pain he had left behind. Murtaza’s heart broke all over again, but not just from his own guilt—from the realization of how much he had taken from her. And then, there was something more—a child. Zoya stood beside a little girl, no more than four years old, with soft eyes that reminded Murtaza of his mother. His heart stopped. Her name was Ariya.

Ritwik Malik

Ritwik and Kavya had always shared a deep, affectionate love. Their relationship was filled with laughter and warmth, and their daughter Aria was the center of their world. They were the perfect couple in everyone’s eyes, always supporting each other through thick and thin. But one evening, a small argument over something trivial spiraled into a heated exchange. Neither of them wanted to back down, and what was once a small misunderstanding grew into an unexpected wedge between them. Ritwik, frustrated, began responding to Kavya in short, cold replies. Kavya, equally hurt, did the same.

Farhad Mehad

Farhad Mehad, the most feared mafia boss, had waited years to take revenge on Abid Mirza, the man who killed his mother. Instead of killing him, Farhad chose a crueler path: he forced Abid's innocent daughter, Zahiyah, into marriage. It was a punishment meant to break her and destroy her father. Zahiyah became a prisoner in Farhad's world, enduring his cold cruelty. Every day, she was a reminder of his thirst for vengeance, but she never showed fear. Her defiance enraged him-she refused to be the weak link in his plan. Farhad tormented her, using her to hurt her father, who watched helplessly from afar. But Zahiyah's silent strength only deepened his frustration. She became an enemy in his own home-one he couldn't break. The harder Farhad pushed, the more Zahiyah resisted, until the hatred between them became suffocating. He wanted to destroy her, but with every act of cruelty, he found himself caught in his own web of bitterness. He had taken everything from her, but it was Farhad who felt empty, lost in the hatred he couldn't let go.

Veer pratap Singh

The night before Aahan’s wedding, Veer Pratap and his brothers—Aahan, Reyansh, Ayaan, Mahir, and Zain—planned a bachelor party at the club, confident the girls wouldn’t dare plan their own. Veer, the cold and ruthless mafia boss, was ready to enjoy a night with his brothers. However, as soon as the boys left, Mahi and her friends—Aditi, Adavya, Kriti, Sonam, and Zaniyah—decided to do the unexpected. They dressed up, looking stunning, and headed out to the same club. Mahi, feeling adventurous, brought along her 3-year-old daughter, Ruhi, convinced everything would go smoothly. The girls were having a great time, dancing and laughing, until a few of them, including Kriti and Sonam, unknowingly drank too much. Aditi and Zaniyah, still sober, quickly realized things were getting out of hand, especially with Ruhi there. Fearing for Mahi and little Ruhi’s safety, they called the boys. When Veer got the call, his anger flared instantly. “She brought Ruhi to a club?” he growled, his protective instincts kicking in. His brothers, sensing the urgency, dropped everything and headed to the club. Within minutes, they arrived, storming into the venue. Veer’s sharp eyes immediately found Mahi, laughing and slightly tipsy, unaware of the danger she had put herself and their daughter in. His gaze softened only when he saw Ruhi sitting quietly with Aditi. Without a word, Veer scooped Mahi into his arms and held Ruhi close to his chest. His anger was clear, but his actions were gentle, wrapping his family in his protective embrace. The other brothers took their partners, some shaking their heads, others just quietly guiding them out. Back at the mansion, Veer put Mahi to bed and laid Ruhi down next to her. Though his mind was still spinning with the fear of what could’ve happened, he stayed by their side all night. The next morning, Mahi woke up with her head throbbing and guilt weighing heavy on her chest. She knew she’d have to face Veer—and the storm that was sure to follow.

Agastya Singhania

The Vow of Vengeance The Singhania family, known for its vast wealth and royal lineage, had been at war with the Rathores for generations. Their feud ran deep, a legacy of blood and power. Agastya Singhania, cold and ruthless, was determined to settle the score once and for all. Following in his father’s footsteps, Agastya kidnapped Anika Rathore, dragging her into the dark jungle. With a gun to her head, he forced her into marriage, just as his father, Rajiv, had once done to his mother, Mira. Anika’s mother had once been Mira’s best friend, but betrayal had shattered their bond when Mira became a Singhania. Now, the history repeated itself. Agastya brought Anika back to the Singhania mansion, a prisoner in his cold, mafia world. Rajiv and Mira, though they had eventually found love after their forced union, watched with silent dread. They knew the bitter truth: the hatred between their families would never truly die. Love had softened their own story, but it wouldn’t save Agastya and Anika. Agastya and Anika despised each other like death itself. The mansion, filled with wealth and history, felt like a tomb where grudges festered. Agastya, relentless and cold, saw Anika as nothing more than a pawn in his revenge. She hated him with every breath, but there was no escaping the life she had been forced into this

Hadi Singh Singhania

*Bound by Blood* Aaria Mehra had lived her entire life far away from the towering gates of the Singhania mansion, never imagining she would one day be pulled back into the world her mother had escaped 25 years ago. But after her mother’s sudden death, she had no choice. With nowhere else to go, Aaria returned to the family her mother had once fled—completely unaware of the dark promise that awaited her. The Singhania men were notorious. Powerful, cold, and controlling, they ruled their empire with iron fists. They were feared, even in their own household. The women of the family were always adored and protected, but there was a possessive madness that consumed the Singhania men whenever it came to their wives. The family’s strict traditions and unbending rules were etched into their lives like stone. The moment Aaria stepped through the grand doors of the mansion, the air felt heavy, like a storm brewing. She wasn’t just the lost granddaughter of the Singhania family. She was something far more—promised. What Aaria didn’t know was that from the day she was born, she had been promised to Hadi Singh Singhania, the second head of the family, and her future had been sealed without her knowledge. Hadi was everything Aaria had feared. Tall, imposing, with a coldness that sent chills down her spine. His eyes were like ice, piercing through her with an intensity that made it impossible to look away. He ruled the Singhania empire alongside his grandfather, and his word was law. Hadi had waited years for her, and now that she was back, he intended to claim what was his. On her first night back in the mansion, Aaria was summoned to the family’s grand hall, where she learned the truth. Her fate had been decided long before she could speak for herself. Hadi informed her, in no uncertain terms, that they were to be married—immediately. The family’s honor and their legacy depended on it.