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If you love contract marriage stories… then READ MINE! (But warning: this is not your typical contract marriage tale — especially after the first few chapters ) Tara: “Why did you marry me, Mr. Suryavanshi?” Vikram: “To watch you suffer.” Tara: “Wait right there, Mr. Suryavanshi. Let me show you what real suffering is.” And from that day onward… Vikram didn’t just lose his ego. He lost his peace, his sanity — and maybe his spine too. Yes, they hurt each other. Yes, they love each other. Yes, Tara might've emotionally bulldozed him... but hey — there’s also fire, tension, crazy chemistry, and buckets of laughter (because where Tara goes, comedy follows). So go read my story "The Coldest Wedding Night" …and if it made you laugh, cry, or scream into your pillow — 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.

a horror story that will take you with him.

Chad and Brick have it all -- a fairy tale beginning and, against all odds, a great life and each other. But what they fear most is starting to happen. With Brick's genetic disorder becoming more progressive, Chad and Brick uproot their lives to start fresh, to live only for each other.<br><br>What they don't count on is the sexy pizza delivery boy who is soon delivering more than pizza in their lives.

Tara has never been one to cook and orders take out for most of her meals; so when the new restaurant It Can Pizza opened just down the street from her apartment building she was more than ecstatic. Little did she know she was in for more than a delicious dinner when she met Rose, her pizza girl.

My boyfriend, Miguel Rossi, called himself an old-school man. For our tenth anniversary, I gave him a vintage Patek Philippe watch I had spent ages searching for. In return, he gave me a rusty, counterfeit Zippo lighter. "That watch is all flash, no soul. Must've cost a fortune! But look at what I got you—this is practical. It's got history. It's got a story." Miguel promised to make it up to me. He’d throw us an engagement party at his nightclub, he said, and even invite my parents and family—a gesture he knew meant the world to me. We arrived at his club, buzzing with anticipation, only to find a table laden with cheap draft beer and frozen pizzas in a service corridor behind the VIP lounge. "You know me. I came from the streets, I'm not about all that fancy stuff. This? This is keeping it real. Not many guys like me stay true to where they came from!" The faces of my older family members hardened. My parents’ expressions were a mask of pure humiliation. I could only force a brittle smile, a silent plea for them not to storm out. But the moment I stepped out of the club, I received a notification from my bank. The four hundred thousand dollars my family had transferred to his account for the party had been withdrawn in a single transaction. At the same time, Miguel's childhood sweetheart, Gia Bellucci, was flaunting on her Instagram the Maserati he had just bought for her birthday. "I told Miguel I wanted to celebrate my birthday, and not only did he buy me a Maserati, but he also booked the entire venue to throw me the most lavish party! "When a man truly loves you, he gives you the world, he doesn’t teach you how cruel it is. A real old-school man knows how to spoil his queen!" I gripped my phone, my knuckles turning white. As I looked back at Miguel, the man who constantly preached about staying true to his roots, the sheer exhaustion of maintaining this unequal relationship hit me like a physical blow.

After the revelation of his late parent's Will that in addition held a letter about his 'Promise To Mother' he made years ago about his protection to his sister(s), followed by a shocking revelation about his family's inherited possession which was discovered to be abundantly blessed and rich with minerals- Dave's poor life is to be changed for the better or worse regardless his uneducated status when entrusted to protect the inheritance land as the last Wills in the bloodline - In a world filled with fierce power and wealth-hungry adversaries.

Inspired by the Nickelodeon game shows and the Food Network game shows, a teenage schoolboy, named Sean Gratewarloni, enters the Green Pizza Masters game show, makes three green pepperoni pizzas in each of all three levels and wins fifty-thousand dollars and a metallic green trophy with a green star-shaped pepperoni pizza on top, a green pepperoni pizza slice with a golden #1 on it and a Green Pizza Masters logo.

Dont let your dreams be dreams_ work for them. Sorrow and happiness are the general drama of life. Be patient towards your goals.

When you've travelled far and wide with Death herself. Would you consider her your friend? The mark on your hand means something to you. The black x with a line running clean through it runs from the back of your hand to your wrist. Will she respond like she said he would or will she leave you to die. Well then, it's a good thing she owes you a favor then isn't it.

Yunyun is reincarnated into a post-apocalyptic novel with a powerful female protagonist. Unfortunately, she isn’t the heroine. She’s just a minor cannon fodder character… destined to die early. But after awakening memories of the novel, Yunyun accidentally reveals the future through her thoughts— [Mommy, boohoo… your scumbag husband has been cheating on you for years and even has a child with another woman. In the end, they’ll join forces to cripple and torture you to death!] [Uncle, you’ll be betrayed by an ungrateful subordinate and driven out of your own luxurious home, left to freeze to death in the snow!] [Grandpa… Grandma…] In the original story, only her young aunt—the novel’s female lead—survives to the very end, killing her enemies with her own hands… only to live on as something neither fully human nor a ghost. Before they can recover from learning their fates, another thought leaks out— [Sigh, the apocalypse is coming soon. As a three-year-old cannon fodder, can I go offline early? I don't want to suffer through the end of the world…] Looking at the little milk dumpling in their arms, pretending to be silly just so she can laze around… What else can the Bai family do but spoil her? They hoard supplies, renovate and fortify their home, and prepare in advance for the coming apocalypse. Meanwhile, little Yunyun follows her protagonist aunt, accidentally kicking off the base-building plot and helping create a super base where food and clothing are abundant, even in the apocalypse. Step by step, the Bai family rises to power. In the end, Yunyun is dumbfounded: [Wait… wasn't I supposed to be cannon fodder?! Why does this feel like a "pampered lucky baby" story?!] The Bai family: Their little Yunyun is, indeed, their precious lucky baby.