"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife" Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied me with her sister". Do you know how young she is she is just twenty two congratulations mom you ruined two lifes today i said in flaring anger . I did what I had to do to protect the families reputation there a lots of guest rumours would have been spread Put yourself in my shoes so you will realise the weight of this Rajgharana's reputation and I have to maintain it by all coast." She said and seating at couch after that. Do hell with the reputation I don't care anymore "i said Language mr. Pratap Singh you are the crown prince but that does not give you the right raise your voice against me she said as I can feel the anger building inside her. Now go to your wife she must waiting for you" . tropes:: Age gap grumpy ~sunshine forced marriage Arranged marriage Edit: English is not my first language and I am trying to improve it and there must be some mistakes typos I am trying to edit it as much time I get so please be kind to me i will fix that.

What happens when a flirty chatterbox is forced to marry an arrogant feudal lord? --- "Kya soch rahi ho Mahjabeen?" Murtasim asked as he saw the serious look on her face, she smiled and whispered to him. "Koi insaan itna khoobsurat kaise ho sakta hai" Murtasim was flustered at that, and he couldn't help but sigh. He thought she was still upset about what he had said, but the way she moved on amazed him. "Tum naaraz nahi ho?" Murtasim asked, her response came in the form of a soft shake of her head. "Ek baat puchu," she whispered, her voice a tender melody that melted his heart. "Haan pucho," he replied, his voice filled with anticipation and a touch of vulnerability. "Agar uss din meri jagah koi aur ladki hoti tab bhi aap usse nikkah karlete?" she asked the question that had always bugged her. ***

Vrishali was popularly known as the life of the party. She had a natural ability to make friends with anyone she met. Everyone adored her, and she had yet to find her perfect match amidst all the chaos of her college parties. However, she was not interested in dating anyone at the moment. She was content with being single and wanted to enjoy her college life to the fullest without any commitments holding her back. She always had this belief in the timeline in her mind. 'Meeting. . . Knowing. . . Dating. . . Live-in. . . Marriage. . .' Marriage has always been somewhere in the back of her head. She didn't believe in the concept of love at first sight or the prospect of marrying someone she hadn't lived with. She is fully committed to enjoying her college life to the fullest. However, when her grandparents invite her parents to spend the summer holidays with them in India, she reluctantly agrees to go along. To her delight, she discovers that she will have the opportunity to meet one of the country's royal families during her trip. But that's not all stored for her. When things take a 360°, she couldn't do anything except listen. Until it crashed all her beliefs in one go, they said love doesn't need to come first, then marriage. It can be the other way: first comes marriage, then comes love, filling you like slow happiness in a desert of sadness. "We meet for a reason― to fill the empty parts, to make it a little over the top, to try the filmy drama in a drama called life."

Everyone always talks about the king and his love who is mostly the second wife, but no one thinks about his first wife. The one who suffers and go through pain of seeing her husband with another woman. This is a story about a same kind of woman the unloved wife. But she is not like others the one who will sit in the corner and cry. She is the one who fights for her rights and takes what she knows she deserve. An independent woman born in The wrong time line of the 14th century in Indian. Where woman were not given the rights they deserves she was fighting for her. A story about a strong woman. #Disclaimer# This story is a complete fake. Everything in it is my imagination. And it is only for entertainment. If reading this book hurts your feeling please leave. But if you like it then enjoy. Thank you.

#Book 1 from Never Duet "You would never be more than just a replacement, you'd never be mine." Despite having no choice in the matter, she reluctantly agreed to be his replacement bride. No fight or struggle could diminish his anger and hatred towards her and her family. He was determined to marry her, no matter what it took, and vowed to bring her pain and suffering. She was not to hold any hope in her heart of this turning into a fairytale romance. He would make sure of that. There would be no love or kindness from him, only cold, dark determination to hurt her as much as possible. Tropes: Replaced bride Marriage of convenience Forced marriage Age gap Artist x Businessman Forced proximity

He is a Soldier She is a doctor. He is rude. She is sweet. He finds solace in peace. She loves talking. He is terribly hott. She's godly beautiful. He is cold and reserved. She's clumsy n fun loving He is her devil. She is his angle. Monami, daughter of Gujarat's royal family had to leave for America, unknown to the reason of her living away from her home for eight years, when she comes back she has to marry the person who despise her the most and vice versa. Still not knowing the reason whatever is happening with her, Will she be able to change that person's heart and find the truth of her past and reason of her marriage. Or will this marriage be proven a disaster?? Will the hate turns into love. Will their banters be able To make them realise each others importance...will they survive this Or end up killing each other. ARE YOU GUYS READY FOR A FUN RIDE?? PEEP INTO THE STORY.

"If I have to leave you, I'll start seeing courtesans." He stated. Unfazed, "go ahead," whispered the woman of his heartbeat. Prem took one hand off her back and brushed the loose hair at the side of her face behind her ear. "I'll make sure to pick the ones who resemble you the most." "Go ahead." Noor eyed him in a trance. Her smile sensual and smitten. "I'll take a new one to bed every night." His thumb caressed her earlobe. Noor smile widened. "Go ahead." "I'll call them by your name." He somehow managed to keep his train of thought going despite being utterly enchanted by her smile. "Go ahead." Noor confirmed in the same tone. "I'll marry Chand." He said seemingly running out of the list of things he would do with the courtesans. Her smile stumbled and a hint of unspeakable pain flashed in her eyes before she recovered it again and whispered, "go ahead." That little flicker of pain in her eyes killed Prem. "Fuck you.." he said in anguish. "Say 'go ahead' one more time." Noor let her piercing dark eyes settle into his before sensually declaring, "go ahead." Swiftly turning over so she was underneath him, Prem removed the pillow from between them at once and shot forward to find her lips... *** They are leaders of opposing provinces brought up with nothing but hate for one another. The world watches with bated breath when they come across one another in the assembly at the royal courtroom. What appears to be mere infatuation with a magnetic enemy on the surface turns out to be eternal love conspired by destiny herself. Presenting Prem and Noor in a new timeline in a different era in another world.

We have heard stories in which second wife is the villain or maybe the first wife is the villain. But the reality is they are both villains' of each others life. This is a story of ploy, against each other, with each other. A love that goes far beyond anything or a love that can destroy everything. She was a sweet girl forced to be a fierce women or we should say second wife. He has always loved his wife and never would love anyone else. She always loved her husband and would do everything for him. He was depressed after losing his wife and had a child. This not the story about who the husband will end up with who he would love it is all about who will survive till the end, who would REIGN. Read to know more.

Marriage had always been my dream but not to a man about whom I know nothing. The moment my father fixed an alliance of me to a Prince without even telling or asking me, all the dreams I thought of a beautiful escape from reality, called marriage shattered into the pieces. Never in my thoughts, had I imagined that I would get married to a complete stranger of whom I only knew the name. Prince Ranvijay Dev Singh. I could see all my dreams shattering while chanting the prayers with him for our marriage. But, as soon as I took the step into his territory, my whole perspective towards a man changed. Never in my thoughts, had I imagined that I would marry such kind of man. He was beautiful, and handsome, someone a woman would desire her whole life and still would not get. And, in front of him, I was nothing. With my dark complexion, different upbringing, illiteracy and everything a princess should not be, I felt afraid even to my bones about what would he think after seeing me. I did not even deserve him. And, the mere thought of such a handsome and beautiful man finding the ugliness of his wife was twisting my stomach in thousands of ways. *** Princesses should be beautiful, smart, intelligent, well-educated and up to the mark in all aspects of life. In the era of the 17th century when all the Princes were in search of the most beautiful brides. Prince Ranvijay Dev Singh got married to Aishwarya through a political arrangement. And, after seeing her wife after the wedding, he became the reason for the turning of her world upside down. Let's dive to enjoy the journey of a politically arranged marriage. @Copyright2023