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THE COLDEST WEDDING NIGHT

What happens when two strong-headed.who can't even stand each other's existence—are suddenly bound by the most sacred yet coldest bond of all… marriage? Welcome to the world of Tara Bansal, a smart, spirited, and emotionally rich girl with a sarcastic tongue and a heart that often hides behind her sass. And meet Vikram Suryavanshi, the cold, controlled, and commanding CEO who doesn’t just walk into a room—he owns it. Their wedding night wasn’t a dream—it was a disaster. No candlelight, no love, just icy silence, shared glances of irritation, and a mental checklist of regrets. They didn’t choose each other. Destiny—or rather, family drama, power games, and past secrets—chose for them. But what starts as a deal, slowly begins to crack open. --- Inside the Suryavanshi mansion, drama simmers behind every closed door. Tara, the new bride, tries to adjust between fake smiles and real heartbreaks. She isn’t here to impress anyone—not Vikram, not his Dadi, and definitely not the high-class whispers of society. Yet somehow, her natural warmth begins to thaw frozen hearts, even the one Vikram claims he doesn’t have. Vikram, despite being sharp and stone-hearted, finds his carefully curated world disturbed by Tara’s unexpected presence. Her words trigger him. Her silence haunts him. And her vulnerability—though she hides it fiercely—touches him in places he didn’t know existed anymore. Their chemistry is chaotic. They fight. They taunt. They draw pillow walls in bed. And yet… they wake up hugging each other without even knowing how it happened. --- But this isn’t just about a cold marriage turning warm. It’s about: Unspoken traumas Unintentional care Growing attachment masked as hatred The fear of love and the fear of losing it When Tara laughs with kids, Vikram watches. When Tara gets close to Prithvi—Vikram’s rival—Vikram burns with jealousy he can’t explain. And when almost-kisses turn into real confusions… the heartbeats grow louder. But just when things begin to shift—when stolen glances almost become confessions—life throws a twist. Prithvi’s growing closeness. Vikram’s bottled-up pain. And Tara’s unknown storm that still hasn’t hit the story yet… The journey from hate to hesitation, from awkward eye contact to sleepless tangled nights—is slow, spicy, and stunningly emotional. --- This isn’t a love story. It’s a battle of egos that falls into something dangerously close to love. It’s The Coldest Wedding Night— Where hearts collide. Secrets hide. And love… doesn’t knock. It breaks the damn door.
khushipriya · 6.9K Views

The Villains Must Win

I’m a proud NEET who’s devoured every romance novel, manga, webtoon, and otome game out there. Just when I thought I’d conquered it all, a black bunny appeared in my dream. “Congrats! You’ve been chosen to help villains win across multiple worlds!” “Like a game?” “Uh . . . sure.” “Great, I’m in!” And just like that, I became an agent of the Villain System. Time to rewrite some happily-ever-afters—villain style. **[NOTE!]** This novel features multiple short arcs, each exploring different tropes such as ancient China, the modern world, beasts, werewolves, vampires, fantasy, school romance, idol groups—you name it! The twist? Each arc focuses on our MC making the villain (male) triumph over the male and female leads. The story is written primarily in 2nd and 3rd person POV for a dynamic and immersive experience. || Excerpt || [WARNING! MATURE Content Ahead!] “Then serve me . . . properly.” The command was both sensual and authoritative, and Xue Li’s pulse quickened under his intense gaze. The air between them grew heavy, her trembling hands faltering as she began to run the sponge across his chest, her touch featherlight against his scars. “Y-yes your majesty.” Han Feng leaned back slightly, watching her through half-lidded eyes, his expression unreadable. “Slower,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that made her pulse skip. “You’re trembling,” he said, his voice velvet smooth, making her flinch. “I-It’s the steam, Your Majesty,” she stammered, though she knew it was a poor excuse. Han Feng chuckled softly, the sound deep and rich. “Hmm . . . Is that so? Then you have no problem cleaning my cock right?” Xue Li's eyes trembled, on the verge of tears, which seemed to please Han Feng. His smile grew wider as he urged her on. "Go on. You're going to serve me properly, aren't you?"
MiuNovels · 637.9K Views

Bride of the Forgotten Prince: Wedding Behind Bars

"To survive a death prison, she married a broken prince. To protect him, she played nurse, wife—and shield. But in the end, who saved whom from the deathly prison, where life itself is a game?" ... When Yan Shuixin transmigrates into a novel, she wakes up in a dungeon—midway through a wedding to the infamous Prince An. The empire believes he’s a traitor. Blinded in one eye, disfigured, and crippled, Prince An was thrown into a death prison where nobles gamble on which inmate will die next. He's the royal everyone mocks, the man no one dares to stand beside. But Yan Shuixin knows the truth. She’s read the book. Prince An’s scars were earned saving the emperor, not betraying him. The prison itself is a trap—engineered by the ambitious Prince Jin to eliminate rivals and seize the throne. In six months, the emperor will uncover the truth and send a rescue. But by then, only a handful of the 330 prisoners will still be alive. And the prince’s new bride? Buried with the rest. Now cast in that doomed role, Yan Shuixin has one goal: survive. So she tends to the prince’s wounds, warms his bed, shields him from enemies, and refuses to fear the man fate discarded. She doesn’t expect him to care. She only hopes he lets her live. But when the rescue comes, so does his former fiancée—begging for forgiveness. Prince An only tightened his hold on Yan Shuixin and said coldly: “The mistress of Prince An’s manor is her. Anyone who dares covet her—will be disfigured.” And just like that, the girl who clung to him to stay alive... Had stolen the heart of the forgotten prince. ... Ever since Xiao Ye Heng lost his sight and was disfigured, his heart had turned to ashes. Then came the shattered leg—and with it, his descent into hell. He had long given up on living. He simply waited to die within those prison walls. Until Yan Shuixin appeared—like a beam of sunlight cutting through the gloom. She lit up the life he thought had lost all color, warmed the heart he believed had frozen beyond redemption. She became his reason to live. His obsession. His fate. My Other Works: 1. The Imperial Concubine is the Most Favored in the Harem 2. How to Stop the Villain from Going Crazy
Lotus_Scripts · 3.1K Views

The Billionaire's Dangerous Redemption

Three days. That’s how close I was to marrying Alistair, the man I’d loved for six years, the man whose life I’d literally saved with my own rare blood. I was just admiring the final pearl on my wedding dress, a gown I’d poured my soul into, when he called. The wedding? Off. He was marrying my stepsister, Ivy. Her dying wish, he said. Six months to live, maybe less. The kicker? He’d already taken my wedding dress from my studio for her. Just like that, six years, countless transfusions, our shared dreams – all tossed aside for the girl who’d made my life a living hell since childhood. He even offered me “compensation,” as if my future had a price tag. But if Alistair and Ivy thought I’d just crumble, they seriously underestimated me. They wanted my fiancé? Fine. But it would cost them. First, our multi-million-dollar fashion company, Evening Gala – built on my designs, my vision. He signed it over. Then, a cool million for the stolen dress. He paid. Another million for the wedding jewelry they dared to ask me to hand over for Ivy. Cha-ching. You’d think they’d learn. But no. Their next proposal was the most insulting yet: Alistair actually suggested that I should just wait. That after Ivy’s ‘inevitable’ passing in a few months, he and I could just pick up where we left off, have an even better wedding. Seriously? Enough was enough. If Ivy wanted to play bride with my life, she was going to get a taste of what happens when you push someone too far. Let's just say her hospital room celebration involved a lot more smoke, water, and screaming than she bargained for, all thanks to a little wedding gift from yours truly. Now they know I’m not the same Hazel they could walk all over. I’ve got my company, a pile of their cash, and a whole lot of scores to settle. They think this is over? This game of revenge is just getting started. And believe me, I play to win.
Claire Winters · 306.7K Views

Cantastrophe

Siapa peduli dengan sesosok yang tidak berguna ini? Semuanya tau jika sosok ini sangat tidak berguna, sosok beban yang tidak punya pendirian. Sesosok manusia yang seiring berjalannya waktu akan tetap terjebak di lubang yang sama, sosok yang tidak akan bisa keluar dari bayangan bayang masa lalu, selalu berputar di siklus yang sama seumur hidupnya. Sialan... Kisah hidupnya pun tidak ada yang menarik. Hanya bertemu teman baru, dekat, tapi tak lama kemudian orang itu menghilang. Entah itu si-teman yang menghindari ataupun sosok itu yang menghindar karena takut mengganggu hidup si-teman. Semua orang memanggil sosok itu pembawa rasa sakit, tapi yang mereka tidak ketahui adalah sosok itu yang paling tersakiti. Mereka tidak pernah tau rasanya ditusuk berkali-kali oleh orang yang dianggap sosok itu teman. Apa itu teman? Seorang manusia yang datang bila ia kesakitan dan pamer disaat ia mendapat kesenangan? Orang yang meninggalkan sosok itu dikala ia terpuruk? Orang yang selalu menjudge sosok itu dikala ia menghilang sebentar dari peradaban karena sedang berusaha memulihkan luka trauma yang datang berkali-kali? Tidak ada seorangpun yang akan tau bagaimana rasanya menjadi sosok itu. Dikala sosok itu sedang berusaha membalut luka lama, luka baru terus berdatangan hilir berganti. Yah hidup penuh luka juga tidak buruk bagi sosok itu. Dunia selalu menyalahkannya hingga membuat sosok itu bungkam seribu bahasa. Tapi sosok itu selalu membuat seribu bahasa lainnya, mengukir cerita yang tidak mungkin ada dihidup sosok itu. Pembohong. Yah, mungkin itulah deskripsi yang cocok untuk sosok itu. Hidup sosok itu selalu dikelilingi bercak hitam yang tidak akan pernah bisa terhapus. Kebohongan adalah satu satunya jalan yang bisa sosok itu tempuh untuk bisa membuatnya tetap hidup, bohong kepada orang lain akan kesenangan di hidupnya, bohong pada dirinya sendiri bahwa sosok itu mempunyai banyak sekali teman yang peduli pada sosok itu, bohong pada Tuhan bahwa sosok itu masih punya kekuatan untuk hidup, bohong kepada dunia bahwa hidupnya dipenuhi kesenangan, banyak sekali kebohongan yang sosok itu buat. Pada akhirnya satu satunya yang membuat sosok itu bahagia adalah kesendirian, kehampaan, dan dunia fiksi.
Win_Moon01 · 2.6K Views
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