She returned for dreams, love, and a life far from power... But fate had other plans. Darker. Obsessive. Unforgiving. Fresh from London, Kaira Sharma returns to India with stars in her eyes-a dream to launch her interior design firm and marry the man she's been engaged to for two years. She wanted a sweet life away from political shadows. But fate doesn't honor fairytales. She didn't know she had already caught the eye of Madhya Pradesh's most powerful man. It rewrites them-with fire. Chirag Randhawa, Madhya Pradesh's 30-year-old Chief Minister, is power personified. An orphan who rose from the dusty railway tracks to rule half the state, he is feared, worshipped, and utterly untouchable. Cold. Calculated. Merciless. Relationships were never part of his blueprint, until her. She never wanted to belong to this world. He never thought he'd crave someone outside his empire. But the moment his eyes find her, he doesn't see a woman-he sees what's his. Kaira's refusal to play by his rules only tightens the noose of his obsession. Her kindness taunts him. Her laughter haunts him. And her innocence? It's the spark that lights up every dark desire he never acknowledged. He doesn't chase. He hunts. And when Chirag Randhawa wants something-he doesn't ask. He takes. Now caught in a storm of desire, danger, and obsession, Kaira must choose: run from the shadow that wants to claim her-or walk into the fire, knowing she might never come out the same. In a world where love is a weakness and power is everything... can she survive being wanted by a man like him? Tropes:- Arrange marriage Forced marriage Pasts and betrayals Slowburn romance Green flag leads Chief Minister x Artist He fell first and harder Touch her and die Sweet & Spicy Romance

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞'𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐝. "𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐣 𝐭𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚, 𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢." "𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐮𝐬𝐬 𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐛𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐡𝐨 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐦𝐞 𝐧𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐣 𝐭𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐧𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚, 𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚." 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 🌸𝕋ℝ𝕆ℙ𝔼𝕊🌸 ~𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ~𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ~𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 ~𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫. ~𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐗 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 #1 𝐢𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐧 16/11/25 #1 𝐢𝐧 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 26/12/25 #1 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐧 31/12/25 #2 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐧 24/12/25

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐗 𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐈) "𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠." 🌹 When 𝑽𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂, an outspoken doctor, dares to challenge 𝑯𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚, the ruthless and power-hungry chief minister, she unknowingly seals her fate. Her defiance ignites his fury, and in a move of revenge, he forces her into a marriage she never wanted. But Vaishali isn't one to surrender-if he wants a battle, she's ready to give him one. What begins as a war of dominance turns into something far more dangerous as secrets unravel and hidden identities come to light. Beneath her white coat, Vaishali carries a past that could shake the very foundations of power Hemansh stands on. As the lines between love and hate blur, so do the rules of the game they're playing. In a world where power is everything, will love be their greatest strength-or their ultimate downfall? 📚✨ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬! 🙏 📖 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭! 💖

Ikroor Shehgal, 26 the iron-willed heiress of the Shehgal empire. Raised to be unbreakable, she is the perfect successor to Shehgal Industries, cold, precise, and untouchable. Beneath the polished façade of legality, she secretly reigns as the silent queen of a hidden cannabis empire, ruling the weed kingdom without mercy. She speaks little, feels less - at least that's what the world believes. Her parents receive nothing beyond necessary words, while only her dadi holds the key to the fragile pieces of her heart. She despises her younger sister, seeing weakness where she was taught strength. Emotionless by design... yet somewhere in the shadows of her guarded soul, Ikroor quietly longs for a love she was never allowed to have. Agastya Raghavan, 32 the golden heir of the powerful Raghavan dynasty. To his parents, he is their flawless prince - gentle, obedient, and impossibly composed. To the world, he is a ruthless nightlife magnate, ruling casinos and shadowed empires with a single calculated glance. Calm. Strategic. Untouchable. Beneath his legal throne lies a darker truth - the unseen mastermind of a feared international syndicate, merciless in power and betrayal. He does not forgive. He does not forget. But behind closed doors, for the few he loves, Agastya is warmth wrapped in steel - fiercely protective, quietly possessive, and devastatingly loyal. He does not give his heart easily. But when he does... it is forever.

Aditya Singhania is a ruthless business, feared and admired in corporate world. With power and wealth he could get everything he want Avni Rajput is the perfect contradiction, his enemy and yet his obsession in ways he could never imagine. What happens when they both are bounded in a business marriage? Read to find out....... 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙱𝙴 𝙰 𝚂𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 🔪 (𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚕)

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙭 𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙝𝙨.... 𝙃𝙚 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧. It was supposed to be fake. Just a deal. A contract. He needed a wife for six months. She needed the money. But Ira didn't expect her cold, controlling boss to become so... possessive. "The contract ends in six months, Mr. Malhotra," she reminds him. His dark eyes flicker with something dangerous. "Then why do you feel like mine already?"

𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 -𝟏| 𝟐𝟏+ To be EDITED. - - - "You think you can buy me off like the rest of your pawns, Reyansh?" "I don't need to buy you, Athira. I'll break you... make you beg. And you'll fucking love it." - - - To the world, Athira Roy is perfection-a golden girl, the epitome of grace, smiles, and charm. But the moment Reyansh Sehgal enters the room, her light extinguishes into a dim flicker. They say power is everything, but what happens when the rich heiress is forced to marry the heir to the most dangerous mafia empire? When love, hate, and dominance blur together until the lines don't exist? When secrets buried so deep, they were never meant to be uncovered, come crawling to the surface? Their worlds were never meant to collide-but when they do, it's destructive, chaotic, and inevitable. Because once those secrets start unraveling. They'll be bound by more than just fates. And neither of them will be able to escape.

#2 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 To all the people who thought no one could read their masked emotions. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. "GET. THE. FUCK. OUT. OF. MY. HOUSE." The heavy voice of Abhishek Malhotra echoed in the room, and I flinched but didn't let it come to notice. I whispered, "Do you know what is the biggest regret of my life is?" "Falling for a sadistic bastard like you." And I left." .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. .⋆｡⋆˚｡⋆｡˚｡⋆. Ps- Read the extended Prologue from below.

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Alana and Zavian were cousins. Then friends. Then... oops, husband and wife. It all happened way too fast - one second she's applying to universities, the next she's trying to figure out how to make chai without burning the kitchen because rishta culture won. Alana's a certified grumpy girl, beautiful, moody, and lowkey a menace with the softest heart. Zavian? First-year business student, full-time chill guy, part-time chaos - and somehow now in charge of being a whole husband. They didn't plan this marriage. But now they're stuck figuring it out - with cousins spying, aunties whispering, and feelings creeping in faster than either of them expected. It's halal. It's hilarious. It's chaos with a nikkahnama. -- CRINGE AF