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Vansh and Roshni are college friends. Vansh was a business man who had a bad childhood with his parents having a unhealthy relationship which made him not believe into marriage or love. Roshni was a fashion designer and a girl full of life but unlucky in relationship which didn't really bother her too much. When her best friend Aadhya got married, her mom started pressurizing her for marriage so she came up with a plan to escape this pressure. She decided to fake date with Vansh because he was the only guy from the group who was single. She thought that by doing this her Mom will have a guarantee that she will marry after few time and meanwhile she will come up with an idea to get rid of marriage but the tables are turned. Her mom now pressurize her double than before and now they have to marry each other. Roshni is not really happy about it but Vansh was because he liked her since college days but kept denying it. Both of their lives were never perfect and perfection was almost a myth for them. It's interesting to see how this marriage will turn a myth into a reality and how they fall for each other. Will this marriage be a success or will their marriage fail and break into million pieces? Note: This story contains smut. This story will make more sense if you have read the other two sequence of 'I don't believe' series. If you haven't then no worries it won't be a much problem.

An Indian household which has a very strong belief in astrology, undergoes a major relationship change amongst the Father in law, mother in law, daughter and the son in law. lots of turns and twists in a real life situation enough to make the readers of any ethnicity captivated, smiling, excited and a teary eyed sometimes. please do enjoy and appreciate by liking commenting and following.

#1wattpadindia #3wattpadromance #2india #5adultthemes #3matureaudience Age is just a number... but how valid is that when it comes to love, especially when it's tied to a lifetime commitment? Abhimanyu Singh Ranawat, a 40-year-old self-made billionaire and workaholic, enters into a marriage of convenience with Samayra, a young, 20-year-old model. Their union isn't born from love, but from a business deal with her father-a strategic partnership, nothing more. For Samayra, the young and beautiful model, the marriage feels like a prison. Torn between her own sexual desires and the cold, distant reality of her marriage to a man twenty years older, she struggles to find meaning in a life that seems doomed from the start. But can she learn to find love in a marriage she never chose? Can she spark something within a man who, while successful, is emotionally distant? And how will Abhimanyu come to terms with the truth of his own feelings? What will it take for him to see that what started as a business deal could bloom into something deeper? In this dark romance filled with power dynamics, secrets, and complex emotions, both Abhimanyu and Samayra will learn that love is never as simple as it seems. To find out how their journey unfolds, dive into Mrs. Ranawat. Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder MATURE THEME ©2025 Gauri0320

Story written by: Alisha It was raining heavily when he arrived at his sister-in-law's (bhabhi) home. As luck had it, he didn't have any suitable clothes to wear that led him to wear something that his bhabhi gave him. One thing led to another and he fell in love with a girl. She became good friends with him but unfortunately, that girl does not know that he is a boy.

"Who says your life ends only when your heart stops? It ends even when there's a celebration around you." A marriage. To a man who had saved my parents' life. Their respect, their businesses, their home ... But at a cost. The cost being me. I was to be wed to a stranger. A Yade. His nationality, species, colour, eyes, skin... none of that ever mattered. The only thing that has ever mattered to me was that the man I marry be the man I have been dreaming about for six years. Six glorious years spread apart with memories that set my soul on fire and light my life up. Hope was a beacon and love was a companion I had lived with in every life. And now, I was to marry a stranger to save my parents' life. There was no real choice to make. Why show me how glorious my life could be, if I were never meant to live it?

𝐀 𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 . ꒰ᐢ.𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐄𝐓𝐒.ᐢ꒱ 𝘈 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘦-𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦, 𝘭𝘶𝘴𝘵, 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘦𝘷𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘐𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘶𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 𝘌𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘴 𝘯𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘰𝘯𝘴. 18+| contains mature and triggering content ©revvvraaaz

18+ NSFW Kyle's life was supposed to change the day he turned 18. He was set to inherit a vast fortune, one that would have allowed him to live a life of luxury and freedom, far removed from the complexities and struggles of his past. But a small, seemingly insignificant clause in his late father's will changed everything. Instead of stepping into a world of wealth and independence, Kyle finds himself caught in the web of his stepmother Erica and her daughter, Chloe. At first, they were the picture of affection, showering him with love and attention. But as the months passed, things took a darker turn. Now, with the weight of his inheritance hanging in the balance, Kyle must face the unthinkable: to claim his wealth, he must first meet the conditions of his father's will, conditions that demand more than he ever anticipated. What begins as an innocent request from Erica and Chloe soon becomes a twisted game, where Kyle is forced to endure humiliating transformations, forced to take on a role he never asked for, and subjected to their control in ways he never imagined. They dress him, control his every move, and withhold the inheritance he longs for, all while making sure he remains unsure of his future. As Kyle is pushed further and further into his transformation, the question remains: will he get what was promised to him? Or will Erica and Chloe's ulterior motives cost him everything? Every step Kyle takes on this painful journey leads him deeper into uncertainty, as he finds himself becoming something he never thought possible-and worse, unsure whether he'll ever be free to claim what's rightfully his. This is the story of a young man trapped in a second life, forced to play by rules he never agreed to, and the battle he faces to reclaim his identity, his inheritance, and maybe even his dignity.

"Will you marry my Disabled son?" "Oh! Fuck No! I am a straight guy, I cant marry another man" "I will pay you 10 million dollars for it💰💰💲" "Do you want me to wear a Lehanga or saree at my wedding?" It was a simple choice for Ishan, a financially struggling guy in his 20s burdened with family responsibilities. He would do anything to be rich.. Even sacrifice his sexuality and masculinity in the process. !!!!Warning!!!! The story contains some mature elements that are marked with 🔞, which have minor impact on the overall story. Please skip the chapters if you don't like smut.

Twenty-four-year-old Kashvi Acharya doesn't want to get married. Especially when she's at the turning point of her career. She wants to work, progress her career and build a life for herself beyond the confines of home and kitchen- unlike the women in her family. Definitely no marriage in her plans right now. Unfortunately, her conservative family didn't get the memo. Now Kashvi finds herself in a dilemma, be the obedient daughter that she always has been and marry the handsome stranger who fascinates and scares her at the same time... or run away to her freedom. Just so you know, latter option comes with a certain jilted groom who might be out for a revenge. Excerpt: "Antarang," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I'm sorry I hurt you." My words shattered the moment. The Rage and hatred in his eyes were back. My heart clenched. His grip on me tightened, almost hurting me and grounding me in a reality I didn't want to face. "Princess," he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. The once-affectionate pet name now sounded like a curse, and I hated the way it made me feel-ashamed, broken. "Your sorry doesn't mean shit. You made your choice and now it's time to pay for it." Before I could respond, before I could process his words, he released me. My knees buckled slightly, and I pressed against the wall for support, trying to catch my breath. By the time I looked up, Antarang was already gone.