
Tapish was scanning Chahat from head to toe with his narrowed eyes, when his gaze stopped at her face.
And Tapish's eyes narrowed further... He tried hard to remember where he had seen this face before.


Tapish was scanning Chahat from head to toe with his narrowed eyes, when his gaze stopped at her face.
And Tapish's eyes narrowed further... He tried hard to remember where he had seen this face before.

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тАЬYour worth is nothing more than that of a mistressтАФ someone whose only job is to pleasure me in bed. Beyond that, you have no right over me. I am your owner. Whenever I want, however I want, I will use you. And you donтАЩt have the right to question me. That is your statusтАФnothing more than a mistress.тАЭ His words shook KashishтАЩs entire world. Yet those words were filled with truth. She knew itтАФher identity had been reduced to nothing more than a kept woman, a mistress, and beyond that, she had no existence of her own. Still, Kashish refused to accept this reality. But the more she tried to run away from the truth, the more brutally it stood in front of her. Once, she herself had gone to that man as a prostitute, taken off her clothes, and asked him to be intimate with her. Then how could she now deny her own identity? There is much more hidden in this story. To know it all, read my story His Innocent Mistress.



He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.



"Raja Saheb, what are you saying? I am about to become the mother of your child, and you are questioning my character and divorcing me? Don't do this, Raja Saheb! Where will I go? This is your child..." Arunima was shouting this at her husband, Aastik Raichand . But the cruel and devilish man sitting in front of her was paying no attention to anything Arunima said. Looking at her angrily, he said, "Girls like you only exist for satisfying desires in bed! So don't even mistakenly think that I will accept you or this 'symbol of your sin'... You should be grateful for my favor that I seated you beside me on the throne and made you the queen here. But you are not even worthy of it. After all, you too are just 'tainted blood'... So pack your things and get out of here, before I take your life and that of the child growing in your womb." This was nothing less than a shock for Arunima. She was looking at her husband, who had used her and was now abandoning her in this condition. She takes a deep breath, wipes her tears, and says, "Thank you, Raja Saheb. You have reminded me of my true place... And from today onwards, you will never see me again, because I am no longer a puppet in your hands... Thank you for giving me back my freedom." Saying this, Arunima signs the divorce papers and leaves. As soon as she leaves, Aastik, in a fit of rage, destroys the entire palace. This was the fire of his hatred that he wanted to unleash on Arunima. But until the very end, that girl crushed his arrogance and walked away, and this was something the 'monster' Aastik Raichand could not bear. A king of a princely state, Aastik Raichand, marries a simple girl from his own state, Arunima. After torturing and using her for a year, he throws her out of his life while she is pregnant. But why? Why does Aastik hate Arunima so much that he made her life hell? To find out, keep reading тАУ "Marriage With A Monster".



тАЬYour worth is nothing more than that of a mistressтАФ someone whose only job is to pleasure me in bed. Beyond that, you have no right over me. I am your owner. Whenever I want, however I want, I will use you. And you donтАЩt have the right to question me. That is your statusтАФnothing more than a mistress.тАЭ His words shook KashishтАЩs entire world. Yet those words were filled with truth. She knew itтАФher identity had been reduced to nothing more than a kept woman, a mistress, and beyond that, she had no existence of her own. Still, Kashish refused to accept this reality. But the more she tried to run away from the truth, the more brutally it stood in front of her. Once, she herself had gone to that man as a prostitute, taken off her clothes, and asked him to be intimate with her. Then how could she now deny her own identity? There is much more hidden in this story. To know it all, read my story His Innocent Mistress.



He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.



рд╡реЛ рд╢рд╛рджреА, рдЬреЛ рдЙрд╕рдХреА рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рдмрдирдиреА рдереА... рдкрд░ рдЙрд╕рдХреА рддрдмрд╛рд╣реА рдмрди рдЧрдИред рдХреГрд╖ рдорд╛рд▓рд╡реАрдп рдФрд░ рдордирд╕реНрд╡реА рдмрдЬрд╛рдЬред рдирд╛рдореЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдмрдВрдзрди рддреЛ рдордВрддреНрд░реЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдмрдВрдз рдЪреБрдХрд╛ рдерд╛, рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рджрд┐рд▓реЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдмреАрдЪ рдЦрд╛рдИ рдПрдХ рдорд╣рд╛рд╕рд╛рдЧрд░ рдЬрд┐рддрдиреА рдЪреМрдбрд╝реА рдереАред рдХреГрд╖ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП, рдпреЗ┬а рд╢рд╛рджреА рдПрдХ рдЕрдирдЪрд╛рд╣рд╛ рдмреЛрдЭ рдерд╛, рдПрдХ рдРрд╕реА рдЧрд╝рд▓рддреА рдЬрд┐рд╕реЗ рд╡реЛ рд░реЛрдЬрд╝ рдЕрдкрдиреА рд╕рд╛рдВрд╕реЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдорд╣рд╕реВрд╕ рдХрд░рддрд╛ рдерд╛ред рдФрд░ рдордирд╕реНрд╡реА рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП, рдпреЗ┬а рд╢рд╛рджреА рдЙрд╕рдХреЗ рд╕рдкрдиреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рдорд╣рд▓ рдерд╛ред рд╡реЛ рджрд┐рди, рдЬрдм рдЙрд╕рдиреЗ рд▓рд╛рд▓ рдЬреЛрдбрд╝рд╛ рдкрд╣рдирд╛ рдерд╛, рд╡реЛ рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдЬрд╝рд┐рдВрджрдЧреА рдХрд╛ рд╕рдмрд╕реЗ рдЦреВрдмрд╕реВрд░рдд рдкрд▓ рдерд╛ред рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рд╕рдкрдиреЗ, рд╣рдХреАрдХрдд рд╕реЗ рдЯрдХрд░рд╛рддреЗ рд╣реА рдЪрдХрдирд╛рдЪреВрд░ рд╣реЛ рдЧрдПред рд╕реБрд╣рд╛рдЧрд░рд╛рдд рдХреА рд╡реЛ рд▓рдВрдмреА, рд╕реВрдиреА рд░рд╛рдд...рдорд╣рд▓ рдЬреИрд╕реЗ рдХрдорд░реЗ рдореЗрдВ рдЕрдХреЗрд▓реА рдмреИрдареА рдордирд╕реНрд╡реА, рд╣рд░ рдХрджрдо рдХреА рдЖрд╣рдЯ рдкрд░ рдЙрдореНрдореАрдж рд╕реЗ рдЙрдарддреА рдирдЬрд╝рд░реЗрдВ... рдФрд░ рдлрд┐рд░ рд╡реЛ рд╕рдЪ, рдЬрд┐рд╕рдиреЗ рдЙрд╕рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рд░реЗ рдЕрд░рдорд╛рдиреЛрдВ рдХреЛ рддрд╛рд░-рддрд╛рд░ рдХрд░ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ред рдЙрд╕рдХрд╛ рдкрддрд┐, рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдЕрдкрдиреА рд╣реА рдмрд╣рди рд╕реЗ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдХрд░рддрд╛ рдерд╛ред рд╡рд╣реА рдмрд╣рди рдЬрд┐рд╕реЗ рдЙрд╕рдиреЗ рдЕрдкрдиреА рд╕рд╣реЗрд▓реА, рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рд╣рдорджрд░реНрдж рд╕рдордЭрд╛ рдерд╛ред рдордирд╕реНрд╡реА рдХрд╛ рджрд░реНрдж рдЗрддрдирд╛ рдЧрд╣рд░рд╛ рдХрд┐ рд╕рд╛рдВрд╕ рд▓реЗрдиреЗ рдореЗрдВ рднреА рддрдХрд▓реАрдл рд╣реЛрдиреЗ рд▓рдЧреАред рджрд┐рд▓ рдЯреВрдЯрд╛ рддреЛ рдРрд╕реЗ, рдЬреИрд╕реЗ рдХрд╛рдВрдЪ рдХреЗ рд╣рдЬрд╝рд╛рд░ рдЯреБрдХрдбрд╝реЗ рд╣реЛ рдЧрдП рд╣реЛрдВред рдЕрдм рд╕рд╡рд╛рд▓ рдпреЗ рдирд╣реАрдВ рдерд╛ рдХрд┐ рд╡реЛ рдпреЗ рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХреИрд╕реЗ рдирд┐рднреЗрдЧреА рдпрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВред рд╕рд╡рд╛рд▓ рдпреЗ┬а рдерд╛ рдХрд┐ рд╡реЛ рдХреИрд╕реЗ рдЬрд┐рдПрдЧреА? рдХреИрд╕реЗ рд░реЛрдЬрд╝ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдЖрдВрдЦреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рдордиреЗ, рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рд╣реА рдШрд░ рдореЗрдВ, рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдкрддрд┐ рдХреЛ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдФрд░ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдореЗрдВ рдбреВрдмрд╛ рджреЗрдЦреЗрдЧреА? рдФрд░ рд╡реЛ рднреА рдЕрдкрдиреА рд╣реА рдмрд╣рди рдХреЛ? рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╡реЛ рдЪреБрдкрдЪрд╛рдк рд╕рдм рд╕рд╣рддреА рд░рд╣реЗрдЧреА, рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рджрд┐рд▓ рдХреА рдЖрд╡рд╛рдЬрд╝ рдХреЛ рджрдмрд╛рдХрд░? рдпрд╛ рдлрд┐рд░ рдХреЛрдИ рдРрд╕рд╛ рд░рд╛рд╕реНрддрд╛ рдЪреБрдиреЗрдЧреА рдЬрд╣рд╛рдВ рд╡реЛ рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдЦреЛ рджреЗрдЧреА┬а ? рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдкреНрд░реЗрдо рдХреА рдЗрд╕ рдЬрдВрдЧ рдореЗрдВ, рд╕реНрд╡рд╛рднрд┐рдорд╛рди рдХреА рдХреАрдордд рдкрд░ рд╣рд╛рд░ рдорд╛рди рд▓реЗрдирд╛ рд╣реА рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдирд┐рдпрддрд┐ рд╣реИ?



рдЛрд╖рд┐ рдирдВрджрд╛ тАФ рдПрдХ рдРрд╕рд╛ рдирд╛рдо рдЬрд┐рд╕реЗ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдкрд╣рдЪрд╛рди рдХреА рдЬрд╝рд░реВрд░рдд рдирд╣реАрдВредрджреЗрд╢ рд╣реЛ рдпрд╛ рд╡рд┐рджреЗрд╢, рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдХрдВрдкрдиреА рдХрд╛ рдЬрд╛рд▓ рд╣рд░ рдХреЛрдиреЗ рдореЗрдВ рдлреИрд▓рд╛ рд╣реИред рд▓рдбрд╝рдХрд┐рдпрд╛рдВ рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдПрдХ рдЭрд▓рдХ рдкрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдмреЗрдХрд░рд╛рд░ рд░рд╣рддреА рд╣реИрдВ... рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдЛрд╖рд┐ рдХрднреА рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдХреЗ рдХрд░реАрдм рдирд╣реАрдВ рдЧрдпрд╛ред рдкрд░ рдПрдХ рджрд┐рди, рдПрдХ рдЕрдирдЬрд╛рдиреА рд╢рд╛рджреА рдореЗрдВ рдЬрд╛рдХрд░ рдЙрд╕рдиреЗ рдЬреЛ рдХрд┐рдпрд╛, рдЙрд╕рдиреЗ рд╕рдмрдХреЛ рд╣реИрд░рд╛рди рдХрд░ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ тАФ рдЛрд╖рд┐ рдиреЗ рд╕рдмрдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рдордиреЗ рджреБрд▓реНрд╣рди рд╕реЗ рдЬрдмрд░рджрд╕реНрддреА рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХрд░ рд▓реАред рдирд╛ рд▓рдбрд╝рдХреА рдЙрд╕реЗ рдЬрд╛рдирддреА рдереА, рдирд╛ рд╡реЛ рд▓рдбрд╝рдХреА рдХреЛред рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдЗрд╕ рдЬрдмрд░рди рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХреЗ рдкреАрдЫреЗ рдЫреБрдкрд╛ рдерд╛ рдПрдХ рдРрд╕рд╛ рд░рд╛рдЬ..рдЬрд┐рд╕рдиреЗ рдЛрд╖рд┐ рдХреА рдЬрд╝рд┐рдВрджрдЧреА рдХреЛ рдкреВрд░реА рддрд░рд╣ рдмрджрд▓ рдХрд░ рд░рдЦ рджрд┐рдпрд╛ред рдХреМрди рдереА рд╡реЛ рд▓рдбрд╝рдХреА?рдХреНрдпреЛрдВ рдЛрд╖рд┐ рдиреЗ рдмрд┐рдирд╛ рд╕реЛрдЪреЗ-рд╕рдордЭреЗ рдЙрд╕рд╕реЗ рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХрд░ рд▓реА?рдФрд░ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдереА рдЙрд╕ рджреБрд▓реНрд╣рди рдХреА рд╡реЛ рдЦреМрдлрдирд╛рдХ рд╕рдЪреНрдЪрд╛рдИтАжрдЬрд┐рд╕рдиреЗ рд╕рдмрдХреЛ рд╣рд┐рд▓рд╛ рдХрд░ рд░рдЦ рджрд┐рдпрд╛? рдПрдХ рдЬрдмрд░рди рд░рд┐рд╢реНрддрд╛тАжрдПрдХ рдЫреБрдкрд╛ рд╣реБрдЖ рд╕рдЪтАжрдФрд░ рдПрдХ рдЦреЗрд▓, рдЬрд┐рд╕реЗ рджреЛрдиреЛрдВ рдиреЗ рдХрднреА рдЦреЗрд▓рд╛ рд╣реА рдирд╣реАрдВ рдерд╛ред



рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХреА рдордВрдбрдк рдореЗрдВ рдЬрдм рднреВрдорд┐ рдХреЗ рдордВрдЧреЗрддрд░ рдиреЗ рднреВрдорд┐ рдХреЛ рдЫреЛрдбрд╝рдХрд░ рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдмрд╣рди рд╕реЗ рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХрд░ рд▓реАред рддреЛ рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рд╡рд╛рд▓реЛрдВ рдиреЗ рднреА рднреВрдорд┐ рдХреЛ рд╣реА рдЧрд▓рдд рдард╣рд░рд╛рдпрд╛ рдФрд░ рдЙрд╕реА рдХреЗ рдЪрд░рд┐рддреНрд░ рдкрд░ рдЙрдВрдЧрд▓реА рдЙрдард╛рдИред рдЬрдм рд╕рдм рд▓реЛрдЧ рднреВрдорд┐ рдкрд░ рдЙрдВрдЧрд▓реА рдЙрдард╛ рд░рд╣реЗ рдереЗред рднреВрдорд┐ рдХрд╛ рд╣рд╛рде рдерд╛рдордиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рд╣рд╛рде рдмрдврд╝рд╛рдпрд╛ рдЕрдиреБрд░рд╛рдЧ рдорд╣реЗрд╢реНрд╡рд░реА рдиреЗред рдЕрдиреБрд░рд╛рдЧ рдХрд╛ рдЗрд╕ рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рдореЗрдВ рдХреЛрдИ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реИред рд╡реЛ рдПрдХрджрдо рдЕрдирд╛рде рд╣реИред рдЙрд╕рдиреЗ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рджрдо рдкрд░ рд╣реА рдЕрдкрдирд╛ рдХрд╛рд░реЛрдмрд╛рд░ рд╢реБрд░реВ рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ рд╣реИред рдЗрддрдирд╛ рд╕рдм рд╣реЛрдиреЗ рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рд╡рдЬреВрдж рднреА рдЕрдиреБрд░рд╛рдЧ рдЗрд╕ рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рдореЗрдВ рдмрд┐рд▓реНрдХреБрд▓ рдЕрдХреЗрд▓рд╛ рдерд╛ред рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рднреВрдорд┐ рдХреЛ рдордВрдбрдк рдкрд░ рдЕрд╕рд╣рд╛рдп рджреЗрдЦрдХрд░ рдЙрд╕реЗ рдХрд╣реАрдВ рдирд╛ рдХрд╣реАрдВ рднреВрдорд┐ рдореЗрдВ рдЦреБрдж рдХреА рдЫрд╡рд┐ рдирдЬрд░ рдЖрдИред рдПрдХ рдЕрдирдЪрд╛рд╣реЗ рд░рд┐рд╢реНрддреЗ рдореЗрдВ рдмрдВрдзреЗ рдЕрдиреБрд░рд╛рдЧ рдФрд░ рднреВрдорд┐ рдХреИрд╕реЗ рдирд┐рднрд╛рдПрдВрдЧреЗ рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХреЗ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдЗрд╕ рд░рд┐рд╢реНрддреЗ рдХреЛ ?



Rishi NandaтАФa name that needs no introduction. Whether at home or abroad, his corporate empire spans every corner of the globe. Women clamor just to catch a glimpse of him... yet Rishi has never allowed anyone to get close. But one day, at a wedding where he was a complete stranger, he did something that left everyone stunnedтАФ In front of the entire gathering, Rishi forcibly married the bride. Neither did the girl know him, nor did he know her. Yet, hidden behind this forced marriage lay a secret... one that would completely transform Rishi's life. Who was this girl? Why did Rishi marry her so impulsively? And what was the terrifying truth about that bride... the truth that shook everyone to the core? A forced bond... a hidden truth... and a game that neither of them had ever intended to play.



рд░реЙрдХрд╕реНрдЯрд╛рд░ рдЕрдЧреНрдирд┐ рд╕рднрд░рд╡рд╛рд▓ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдЪрд╛рдЗрд▓реНрдбрд╣реБрдб рдлреНрд░реЗрдВрдб рдФрд░ рд▓реЙрдиреНрдЧ рдЯрд╛рдЗрдо рдЧрд░реНрд▓рдлреНрд░реЗрдВрдб рдирд┐рд╢рд╛ рд╕реЗ рджреЛ рджрд┐рди рдмрд╛рдж рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХрд░рдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓рд╛ рдерд╛ред рдЕрдЧреНрдирд┐ рдореНрдпреВрдЬрд┐рдХ рдЗрдВрдбрд╕реНрдЯреНрд░реА рдХрд╛ рдЬрд╛рдирд╛ рдорд╛рдирд╛ рдирд╛рдо рд╣реИред рдЬрд╣рд╛рдВ рдПрдХ рддрд░рдл рдЕрдЧреНрдирд┐ рдХрд░ рд░рд╣рд╛ рдерд╛ рдирд┐рд╢рд╛ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдЕрдкрдиреА рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХреА рддреИрдпрд╛рд░реА, рддреЛ рд╡рд╣реАрдВ рджреВрд╕рд░реА рддрд░рдл рдлрд╕ рдЬрд╛рддрд╛ рд╣реИ, рд╡рд╣ рдкреНрд░рддрд┐рдЬреНрдЮрд╛ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рд╕реНрдХреИрдВрдбрд▓ рдореЗрдВ. рдкреНрд░рддрд┐рдЬреНрдЮрд╛ рдХреА рдЬрд╛рди рдФрд░ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдкрд░рд┐рд╡рд╛рд░ рдХреА рдЗрдЬреНрдЬрдд рдХреЗ рдЦрд╛рддрд┐рд░ рдХрд░рдиреА рдкрдбрд╝рддреА рд╣реИ рдЕрдЧреНрдирд┐ рдХреЛ рдкреНрд░рддрд┐рдЬреНрдЮрд╛ рд╕реЗ рд╢рд╛рджреАред рдХреИрд╕реЗ рдирд┐рднрд╛рдПрдЧрд╛ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рджрд┐рд▓ рдореЗрдВ рдирд┐рд╢рд╛ рдХрд╛ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рд▓реЗрддреЗ рд╣реБрдП рдкреНрд░рддрд┐рдЬреНрдЮрд╛ рд╕реЗ рдЕрдкрдиреА рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХрд╛ рд░рд┐рд╢реНрддрд╛ред рдФрд░ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ рдирд┐рд╢рд╛ рдХрд╛ рдЬреЛ рджреБрд▓реНрд╣рди рдмрдиреА рдЙрд╕рдХрд╛ рдЗрдВрддрдЬрд╛рд░ рдХрд░ рд░рд╣реА рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреА, рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдЬрдм рд╡рд╣ рдЕрдЧреНрдирд┐ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рде рдкреНрд░рддрд┐рдЬреНрдЮрд╛ рдХреЛ рджреЗрдЦреЗрдЧреА.. рдХреИрд╕рд╛ рд▓рдЧреЗрдЧрд╛ рдкреНрд░рддрд┐рдЬреНрдЮрд╛ рдХреЛ, рдЬрдм рд╡рд╣ рдЕрдкрдиреА рдЖрдВрдЦреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рдордиреЗ рдЕрдЧреНрдирд┐ рдХреЛ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдХреЗ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рддрдбрд╝рдкрддрд╛ рджреЗрдЦреЗрдЧреА? рдЬрд╛рдирдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдкрдврд╝рд┐рдП "Agni-Pratigya



рд╕реБрд╣рд╛рдЧрд░рд╛рдд рдкрд░ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдкрддрд┐ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдЬрд╝рд╣рд░ рднрд░рд╛ рджреВрдз рд▓реЗрдХрд░ рдЖрдиреЗ рд╡рд╛рд▓реА рд░реБрдЦрд╕рд╛рдирд╛ рд╕реЗ рд╕рд┐рдХрдВрджрд░ рдХрд╛ рдкрд░рд┐рд╡рд╛рд░ рд╡рд╛рд░рд┐рд╢ рдХреА рдЙрдореНрдореАрдж рдХрд░ рд░рд╣рд╛ рдерд╛ред рд╕рд╛рд▓реЛрдВ рд╕реЗ рдЪрд▓реА рдЖ рд░рд╣реА рджреБрд╢реНрдордиреА рдХреЛ рдЦрддреНрдо рдХрд░рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рджреЛрдиреЛрдВ рдкрд░рд┐рд╡рд╛рд░реЛрдВ рдиреЗ рд░реБрдЦрд╕рд╛рдирд╛ рдФрд░ рд╕рд┐рдХрдВрджрд░ рдХреА рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХрд░рд╡рд╛ рджреА, рдФрд░ рдЕрдм рдЙрдирд╕реЗ рдПрдХ рдмрдЪреНрдЪреЗ рдХреА рдЖрд╕ рд▓рдЧрд╛рдП рдмреИрдареЗ рдереЗред рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдЙрдиреНрд╣реЗрдВ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдкрддрд╛ рдерд╛ рдХрд┐ рдЬрд┐рддрдиреА рджреБрд╢реНрдордиреА рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдЦрд╛рдирджрд╛рдиреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рдмреАрдЪ рдереА, рдЙрд╕рд╕реЗ рдХрд╣реАрдВ рдЬрд╝реНрдпрд╛рджрд╛ рдирдлрд░рдд рддреЛ рдЗрди рджреЛрдиреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рджрд┐рд▓реЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдкрд▓ рд░рд╣реА рдереАред рд░реБрдЦрд╕рд╛рдирд╛ рдФрд░ рд╕рд┐рдХрдВрджрд░, рдЬреЛ рдПрдХ-рджреВрд╕рд░реЗ рдХреА рдЬрд╛рди рд▓реЗрдиреЗ рдХрд╛ рдЗрд░рд╛рджрд╛ рд░рдЦрддреЗ рдереЗ, рдЙрдиреНрд╣реЗрдВ рдЕрдм рдШрд░ рдмрд╕рд╛рдиреЗ рдХрд╛ рдлрд░рдорд╛рди рд╕реБрдирд╛рдпрд╛ рдЧрдпрд╛ рдерд╛ред рдкрд░ рдпрд╣ рдХреИрд╕реЗ рдореБрдордХрд┐рди рд╣реЛ рд╕рдХрддрд╛ рдерд╛? рдЬрд╣рд╛рдВ рджреЛ рд▓реЛрдЧ рдПрдХ рд╣реА рдЫрдд рдХреЗ рдиреАрдЪреЗ рд╕рд╛рдВрд╕ рд▓реЗрдиреЗ рддрдХ рдХреЛ рддреИрдпрд╛рд░ рди рд╣реЛрдВ, рд╡рд╣рд╛рдВ рдЙрдиреНрд╣реЗрдВ рдкреВрд░реА рдЬрд┐рдВрджрдЧреА рд╕рд╛рде рдмрд┐рддрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреЛ рдХрд╣рд╛ рдЬрд╛ рд░рд╣рд╛ рдерд╛ред рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдРрд╕реА рдмреЗрдЗрдВрддрд╣рд╛ рдирдлрд░рдд рдореЗрдВ рдореЛрд╣рдмреНрдмрдд рдкрдирдк рд╕рдХрддреА рд╣реИ? рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдЗрди рджреЛрдиреЛрдВ рдХреЗ рджрд┐рд▓реЛрдВ рдореЗрдВ рдореЛрд╣рдмреНрдмрдд рдХреЗ рдЕрд░рдорд╛рди рдЬрд╛рдЧ рд╕рдХрддреЗ рд╣реИрдВ? рд░реБрдЦрд╕рд╛рдирд╛ рдФрд░ рд╕рд┐рдХрдВрджрд░ рдХреА рдХрд┐рд╕реНрдордд рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдЙрдиреНрд╣реЗрдВ рдПрдХ-рджреВрд╕рд░реЗ рдХреЗ рдХрд░реАрдм рд▓рд╛ рдкрд╛рдПрдЧреА, рдпрд╛ рдлрд┐рд░ рдирдлрд░рдд рдХрд╛ рдпрд╣ рд░рд┐рд╢реНрддрд╛ рд╣рдореЗрд╢рд╛ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдмрд┐рдЦрд░ рдЬрд╛рдПрдЧрд╛? рдЬрд╛рдирдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдкрдврд╝рддреЗ рд░рд╣рд┐рдП рдореЗрд░реА рдирдИ рдХрд╣рд╛рдиреА, рдЬрд┐рд╕рдореЗрдВ рдирдлрд░рдд рдФрд░ рдореЛрд╣рдмреНрдмрдд рдХрд╛ рдЕрдиреЛрдЦрд╛ рдореЛреЬ рджреЗрдЦрдиреЗ рдХреЛ рдорд┐рд▓реЗрдЧрд╛ред



It is said that to fall in love, a person needs to have a healthy mind. Love may come from the heart, but understanding it requires the mind. Only a sane mind can truly understand the feelings of love. But what happens when a psycho falls in love? This is the story of Aakarsh Thakral, a dangerously unstable psycho who has been punished because of his madness. But now, he finally gets a chance to free himself from that punishment. During this journey, he meets Dr. Ishq Sharma. The moment Aakarsh sees Ishq, he becomes completely obsessed with her. Will Ishq be able to cure AakarshтАж or will she herself become trapped in the web of his obsession? To find out, read You Are My Obsession love



To the underworld, Dastaan тАЛтАЛAhuja is a mafia figure of unparalleled ruthlessness and danger; yet, to the public eye, he is nothing more than a respectable businessman. Women are merely a habit for DastaanтАФhe has never fallen in love, choosing instead to simply use them. However, when he crossed paths with Harshita Malhotra, a single night was enough to completely transform Dastaan's life. Harshita Malhotra is, herself, a successful businesswoman. What will be the outcome when Dastaan тАЛтАЛtakes Harshita captive to satisfy his own insatiable craving?



Betrayed by his own family, Kartik was thrown onto the streets overnight. Once the son of the richest family in the city, Kartik was now wandering from place to place with his sick mother. There was a time when no one ever left KartikтАЩs house empty-handed, but today, his mother died in a government hospital without even getting proper medicines. The betrayal of his loved ones and the cruelty of fate transformed the innocent and simple Kartik into the King of the underworld. Today, the entire world fears the name тАЬKing,тАЭ yet no one has ever seen his face. The King whom the whole world longed to see suddenly appears at his own brotherтАЩs weddingтАж and marries the bride himself. While his family stood shocked to see him in this new avatar, Kartik had already declared a new war against his own blood. But trapped in the middle of this war was an innocent girl тАФ the one whom King forcefully married, even though she had nothing to do with this battle. Will she ever be able to accept this marriage built on betrayal? And will Kartik ever be able to fulfill the relationship that began through force and revenge?



Rockstar Agni Sabharwal was just two days away from marrying his childhood friend and long-time girlfriend, Nisha. Agni is a well-known name in the music industry. While he was busy preparing for his wedding with Nisha, fate traps him in a scandal with Pratigya. To save PratigyaтАЩs life and protect his familyтАЩs honor, Agni is forced to marry her. But how will he fulfill this marriage while his heart still belongs to Nisha? And what will happen to Nisha, who waits dressed as a bride for the man she lovesтАж only to see Agni standing beside Pratigya instead? How will Pratigya feel when she watches Agni suffer for the love he cannot forget, right before her eyes? To uncover this storm of love, heartbreak, and sacrifice, read тАЬAgniтАУPratigya.тАЭ



After spending a night with a stranger, Navita held that very man responsible for the events of that nightтАФthe man who had wronged her while she was in a state of intoxication. Navita assumed he was nothing more than a playboy. After hurling a barrage of accusations at him, she left the scene, consumed by regret. However, Navita was left utterly stunned when she walked in to find that very same man seated in her boss's chair. That man was none other than Adraksh ShekhawatтАФIndia's top businessman and a billionaire. How will Navita save herself from Adraksh Shekhawat now? What exactly happened that night? What turn will Navita and Adraksh's story take? To find out, read "My Dangerous Boss."



A contract killer living in GermanyтАФRobin. For him, taking someoneтАЩs life for money is nothing unusual. But one mistake changes everythingтАФhe accidentally kills a powerful mafia king, the don of the underworld. Now, both the German police and the entire underworld are hunting him down. With danger closing in from all sides, Robin escapesтАж and disappears into India. In India, his path crosses with BulbulтАФa simple, innocent, and timid girl from Kolkata. A girl who faints at the mere sight of blood. But fate plays its twisted gameтАж The ruthless killer finds himself falling in love with the fragile nightingale. What will happen when Bulbul discovers RobinтАЩs true identity? Can love survive between a man drenched in blood and a girl untouched by darkness? A haunting tale of love, danger, and obsessionтАФ тАЬContract Killer with The Nightingale.тАЭ



"For poor people like us, our respect is everything." These words were echoing repeatedly in AdvikтАЩs mind. Advik picked up a bottle of liquor and smashed it against the wall. "How dare you raise your hand against me? My name is Advik Merchant. Girls come to me on their own just to please me. And a two-bit girl like you has the audacity to insult me? You haven't done the right thing, Baby Girl... now you just watch. The echo of this slap will be heard by you from far away... If I don't turn you into just an object for use on my bed, then my name isn't Advik Merchant."



тАЬYour worth is nothing more than that of a mistressтАФ someone whose only job is to pleasure me in bed. Beyond that, you have no right over me. I am your owner. Whenever I want, however I want, I will use you. And you donтАЩt have the right to question me. That is your statusтАФnothing more than a mistress.тАЭ His words shook KashishтАЩs entire world. Yet those words were filled with truth. She knew itтАФher identity had been reduced to nothing more than a kept woman, a mistress, and beyond that, she had no existence of her own. Still, Kashish refused to accept this reality. But the more she tried to run away from the truth, the more brutally it stood in front of her. Once, she herself had gone to that man as a prostitute, taken off her clothes, and asked him to be intimate with her. Then how could she now deny her own identity? There is much more hidden in this story. To know it all, read my story His Innocent Mistress.



"Raja Saheb, what are you saying? I am about to become the mother of your child, and you are questioning my character and divorcing me? Don't do this, Raja Saheb! Where will I go? This is your child..." Arunima was shouting this at her husband, Aastik Raichand . But the cruel and devilish man sitting in front of her was paying no attention to anything Arunima said. Looking at her angrily, he said, "Girls like you only exist for satisfying desires in bed! So don't even mistakenly think that I will accept you or this 'symbol of your sin'... You should be grateful for my favor that I seated you beside me on the throne and made you the queen here. But you are not even worthy of it. After all, you too are just 'tainted blood'... So pack your things and get out of here, before I take your life and that of the child growing in your womb." This was nothing less than a shock for Arunima. She was looking at her husband, who had used her and was now abandoning her in this condition. She takes a deep breath, wipes her tears, and says, "Thank you, Raja Saheb. You have reminded me of my true place... And from today onwards, you will never see me again, because I am no longer a puppet in your hands... Thank you for giving me back my freedom." Saying this, Arunima signs the divorce papers and leaves. As soon as she leaves, Aastik, in a fit of rage, destroys the entire palace. This was the fire of his hatred that he wanted to unleash on Arunima. But until the very end, that girl crushed his arrogance and walked away, and this was something the 'monster' Aastik Raichand could not bear. A king of a princely state, Aastik Raichand, marries a simple girl from his own state, Arunima. After torturing and using her for a year, he throws her out of his life while she is pregnant. But why? Why does Aastik hate Arunima so much that he made her life hell? To find out, keep reading тАУ "Marriage With A Monster".



рдбреЙ. рдХрд╛рджрдВрдмрд░реА рдмреЛрд╕ тАФ рдПрдХ рдРрд╕реА рд▓рдбрд╝рдХреА рдЬреЛ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдкреЗрд╢реЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдЬреАрддреА рд╣реИред рди рдбрд░, рди рд▓рд╛рд▓рдЪтАж рдмрд╕ рдПрдХ рдЬрд╝рд┐рджтАФрдорд░реАрдЬ рдХреЛ рдмрдЪрд╛рдиреЗ рдХреАред рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдпреЗ рдЕрд╕реНрдкрддрд╛рд▓ рдирд╣реАрдВтАжрдпреЗ рдорд╛рдлрд┐рдпрд╛ рдХреА рдХреИрдж рд╣реИред рдЙрд╕реЗ рдЕрдЧрд╡рд╛ рдХрд┐рдпрд╛ рдЧрдпрд╛ рд╣реИ рдПрдХ рдРрд╕реЗ рдорд░реАрдЬ рдХреЗ рдЗрд▓рд╛рдЬ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП, рдЬрд┐рд╕рдХреА рд╕рд╛рдВрд╕реЗрдВ рдХрд┐рд╕реА рдЕрдВрдбрд░рд╡рд░реНрд▓реНрдб рд╕рд╛рдореНрд░рд╛рдЬреНрдп рдХрд╛ рднрд╡рд┐рд╖реНрдп рддрдп рдХрд░реЗрдВрдЧреАред рдФрд░ рдЗрд╕ рдЦреЗрд▓ рдХрд╛ рд╕рдмрд╕реЗ рдЦрддрд░рдирд╛рдХ рдирд╛рдо рд╣реИтАФрддрдирд┐рд╖реНрдХ рдмрд░рд╛рд▓рд╛ред рдорд╛рдлрд┐рдпрд╛ рдХрд╛ рд╡реЛ рд▓реАрдбрд░,рдЬрд┐рд╕рдХреА рдПрдХ рдирдЬрд╝рд░ рдореМрдд рдХрд╛ рд╣реБрдХреНрдо рдмрди рдЬрд╛рддреА рд╣реИредрдЖрд░реНрдбрд░ рд╕рд╛рдлрд╝ рд╣реИтАФрдЗрд▓рд╛рдЬ рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рдж рдбреЙрдХреНрдЯрд░ рдХреЛ рдЦрддреНрдо рдХрд░ рджреЗрдирд╛ред рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рдитАжрдорд╕рд▓рд╛ рдпреЗ рд╣реИ рдХрд┐ рдХрд╛рджрдВрдмрд░реА рдбрд░рддреА рдирд╣реАрдВред рд╡реЛ рдЭреБрдХрддреА рдирд╣реАрдВредрдФрд░ рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдЖрдВрдЦреЛрдВ рдХреА рдорд╛рд╕реВрдо рд╕рдЪреНрдЪрд╛рдИтАФ рддрдирд┐рд╖реНрдХ рдХреА рд░реВрд╣ рддрдХ рдХреЛ рдЪреАрд░ рджреЗрддреА рд╣реИред тАЬрддреБрдо рдЬрд╛рдирддреА рд╣реЛ, рдЗрд▓рд╛рдЬ рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рдж рддреБрдореНрд╣рд╛рд░реА рд╕рд╛рдВрд╕реЗрдВ рдореЗрд░реА рдорд░реНрдЬрд╝реА рдкрд░ рд╣реЛрдВрдЧреА?тАЭ рдХрд╛рджрдВрдмрд░реА рдиреЗ рд╣рд┐рдореНрдордд рд╕реЗ рдХрд╣рд╛.. рдЪрд╛рд╣реЗ рддреЛ рдореЗрд░реА рдЬрд╛рди рд▓реЗ рд▓реЛ рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рдореЗрд░реЗ рдорд░рдиреЗ рдХреЗ рдмрд╛рдж.. рддреБрдореНрд╣реЗрдВ рдЕрдкрдиреА рд╕рд╛рдВрд╕реЗ рдкреВрдЫ рд▓рдЧрдиреЗ рд▓рдЧреЗрдЧреА редтАЭ рдЬрд┐рд╕ рдкрд▓ рддрдирд┐рд╖реНрдХ рдХреА рдмрдВрджреВрдХ рдХрд╛рджрдВрдмрд░реА рдХреЗ рд╕реАрдиреЗ рд╕реЗ рд▓рдЧрддреА рд╣реИ, рдЙрд╕реА рдкрд▓ рдЙрд╕реЗ рдПрд╣рд╕рд╛рд╕ рд╣реЛрддрд╛ рд╣реИтАФрдпреЗ рд▓рдбрд╝рдХреА рдЙрд╕рдХреА рд╕рдмрд╕реЗ рдмрдбрд╝реА рдХрдордЬреЛрд░реА рдмрди рдЪреБрдХреА рд╣реИредрдФрд░ рдЙрд╕реА рдкрд▓тАФ рддрдирд┐рд╖реНрдХ рд╕рдордЭ рдЬрд╛рддрд╛ рд╣реИтАжрдпреЗ рд╕рд┐рд░реНрдлрд╝ рдПрдХ рд╕реМрджрд╛ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реИред рдпреЗ рдЙрд╕рдХреА рддрдмрд╛рд╣реА рд╣реИред рдпреЗ рдХрд╣рд╛рдиреА рд╣реИтАФрдореЛрд╣рдмреНрдмрдд рдФрд░ рдореМрдд рдХреЗ рдмреАрдЪ рдлрдВрд╕реА рдПрдХ рдФрд░рдд рдХреАред рдФрд░ рдЙрд╕ рдЖрджрдореА рдХреА, рдЬрд┐рд╕реЗ рдкреНрдпрд╛рд░ рд╣реЛ рдЧрдпрд╛ рдЙрд╕реА рд╕реЗтАж рдЬрд┐рд╕реЗ рдорд╛рд░рдирд╛ рдерд╛ред



рд░рд┐рдпрд╛рдЬрд╝ рдорд╛рд▓рд┐рдХ рд╕реИрдпрджред рдЬреЛ рд╢реМрдХреАрди рд╣реИ рдЦреВрдмрд╕реВрд░рддреА рдФрд░ рдЦреВрдмрд╕реВрд░рдд рдЪреАрдЬреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ред рд░рд┐рдпрд╛рдЬрд╝ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рд▓рдбрд╝рдХрд┐рдпреЛрдВ рдХрд╛ рд╢реМрдХ рдПрдХ рдирд╢реЗ рдХреА рддрд░рд╣ рд╣реИред рдФрд░ рд╡рд╣ рд╣рд░ рд░рд╛рдд рдПрдХ рдирдП рдирд╢реЗ рдХрд╛ рд╢реМрдХреАрди рд╣реИред рд▓реЗрдХрд┐рди рд░рд┐рдпрд╛рдЬрд╝ рдХреЗ рд╕рд╛рдордиреЗ рдЙрд╕рдХреЗ рджрд╛рджрд╛рдЬреА рдиреЗ рд░рдЦреА рдПрдХ рдРрд╕реА рд╢рд░реНрдд рдЬрд┐рд╕рдореЗрдВ рдЙрд╕реЗ рдПрдХ рд▓рдбрд╝рдХреА рд╕реЗ рд╢рд╛рджреА рдХрд░рдХреЗ рдЙрдирдХреЗ рдЦрд╛рдирджрд╛рди рдХреЛ рд╡рд╛рд░рд┐рд╕ рджреЗрдирд╛ рд╣реЛрдЧрд╛ рддреЛ рд░рд┐рдпрд╛рдЬрд╝ рдкрд░реЗрд╢рд╛рдиреА рдореЗрдВ рдкрдбрд╝ рдЧрдпрд╛ред рдкрд░ рдЬрдм рдЙрд╕рдХреА рдирдЬрд░ рдкрдбрд╝рддреА рд╣реИ 19 рд╕рд╛рд▓ рдХреА рдорд╛рд╕реВрдо рд╕реА рдЗрдирд╛рдпрдд рдкрд░, рдЬреЛ рд░рд┐рдпрд╛рдЬрд╝ рдХреЗ рдкрд╛рд╕ рдорджрдж рдХреА рдЙрдореНрдореАрдж рд▓реЗрдХрд░ рдЖрдИ рдереАред рддреЛ рдХреИрд╕реЗ рдПрдХ рдкрд▓ рдореЗрдВ рдЙрд╕рдХреА рд╕рд╛рд░реА рджреБрдирд┐рдпрд╛ рдмрджрд▓ рдЬрд╛рддреА рд╣реИред рдорджрдж рдХреЗ рдирд╛рдо рдкрд░ рд░рд┐рдпрд╛рдЬ рдиреЗ рдЗрдирд╛рдпрдд рдХреЛ рдЕрдкрдиреЗ рдЬреБрдиреВрди рдХреЗ рдкрд┐рдВрдЬрд░реЗ рдореЗрдВ рдХреИрдж рдХрд░ рд▓рд┐рдпрд╛ рдерд╛ред рдХреНрдпрд╛ рд░рд┐рдпрд╛рдЬрд╝ рдХрднреА рд╕рдордЭ рдкрд╛рдПрдЧрд╛ рдХреА рдЗрдирд╛рдпрдд рдХреЛрдИ рдЗрд╕реНрддреЗрдорд╛рд▓ рдХрд░рдиреЗ рдХреА рдЪреАрдЬ рдирд╣реАрдВ рд╣реИ? рдФрд░ рдХреНрдпрд╛ рдЗрдирд╛рдпрдд рдХрднреА рд░рд┐рдпрд╛рдЬрд╝ рдХреЗ рдЗрд╕ рдХреИрдж рд╕реЗ рдирд┐рдХрд▓ рдкрд╛рдПрдЧреА? рдЬрд╛рдирдиреЗ рдХреЗ рд▓рд┐рдП рдкрдврд╝рд┐рдП,



He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.

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