✦ ────────────── ✦ "You said I don't have talent," she whispered, voice trembling though she tried to sound seductive. "Let me show you what I do have." The silk slip slid down her body and pooled at her feet. He lifted his gaze slowly. Dark eyes. Sharp. Cruel amusement curling at the corner of his mouth. "So that's what you think acting is, little girl?" ✦ ────────────── ✦

#2 His Bride Series "Dev." She said his name the moment he entered the room, just as he was heading straight to the washroom without looking at her. He stopped in the middle and looked at her. She took a deep breath and said, "I...I am ready." She tried to sound firm. But failed drastically at it, and she knew it. He looked at her for a few seconds. He already knew what she meant but still asked, "For what?" She bit her lip. Why is he doing this now? But the words wouldn't leave her. He said simply, "It's late. So jao." And took a step toward the washroom. "Dev, please..." He turned and looked at her. He already knew why she was saying this. He noticed how stiff her body had already gone. She wasn't looking at him. Her lashes were lowered. Fists tightened. He took slow, deliberate steps toward her - and with each one, he noticed her growing more stiffened, more frightened, yet still trying to hide it. Two steps away, she closed her eyes. Too tightly. Her breathing turned slow. He took another step and could literally hear her heartbeat - fast, shallow, loud in the silence between them. He feared if he took one more step she would push him away. So he stood at his place - not moving, not closing the distance - only watching her. She didn't move. Didn't open her eyes. He asked quietly, "Do you still want it?" She gathered her courage and said in a low, almost whispered voice, "Yes..." He raised his hand to cup her face. Just that. Nothing more. But her reaction to just that bare touch made his heart bleed in raw pain. Something tore open inside him. Not cleanly. Not the sharp, merciful kind of pain. The raw kind - the kind that bleeds slow, that settles into the bones and stays there, that does not announce itself but simply exists, heavy and permanent and aching.

The city of Mumbai buzzed with life, its skyline shimmering like a crown of ambition and desire. Amidst this world of luxury, power, and deceit, two destinies were about to collide... Agastya Khatri-a name that commanded power and respect. A ruthless multibillionaire known for turning everything he touched into gold, except for his own heart-cold, impenetrable, and ruled by logic. For him, emotions were liabilities, and relationships were nothing more than profitable deals. On the other side of the world of wealth was Shanaya Aggarwal-the spoiled, reckless daughter of a powerful business tycoon. Selfish and impulsive, she treated life like a playground meant for her amusement. Consequences were stories for other people. And then there was Siya Chaudhari-Shanaya's childhood best friend, the girl next door who believed in love, loyalty, and destiny. With her simple life and innocent charm, she was everything the elite world of power despised-and secretly craved. --- The story began the night Shanaya refused to meet Agastya, her father's business partner's son. Annoyed by the idea of an arranged alliance, she shoved the responsibility onto Siya, asking her to pretend to be "Shanaya" just for one meeting. Siya hesitated, unaware that this one lie would change her life forever. Dressed in borrowed elegance, she walked into the exclusive restaurant, heart pounding, hoping to survive the night unnoticed. But fate had other plans. Agastya Khatri was expecting arrogance and entitlement. What he found instead was innocence wrapped in elegance, vulnerability hidden behind hesitant smiles. He was intrigued. She was terrified. He saw a challenge. She saw a mistake. But destiny saw... a story worth telling. Two souls. One lie. An impossible love tangled in a world of deceit, power, and desire...

BOOK 1 OF BRIDE SERIES #1 in Top Ten in India #1 in Reluctant _____________________________________________ Aina Deshmukh's name meant "mirror," yet her life reflected nothing but pain and turmoil. Far from the delicate image her name suggested, Aina's existence was marred by a painful past, leaving her wary of love and reluctant to trust anyone, especially men. Her heart had long been shattered, and the idea of happiness felt like a distant dream. Shaan Singh Rathore, whose name meant "pride," was a man whose success spoke louder than words. Ambitious, confident, and indifferent to the concept of love, he built his empire on the belief that emotions only made one weak. To him, love was a fantasy-a notion he dismissed without hesitation. Can Shaan, the man who never believed in love, finally admit that Aina is the one who has the power to change everything?

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

Alyana Rajput - the royal princess of Jaipur. Trained in kathak, fluent in the language of grace, and raised amidst palace courtyards echoing with tradition. Behind her poised smile lies a heart that had always belonged to one man: Krishvardhan Singh Shekhawat (𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡). Heir to a powerful political legacy, Krish left behind his flourishing international business empire to shoulder the weight of his family's name in Rajasthan's turbulent political landscape. Sharp, disciplined, and bound by duty, Krishvardhan (krish) is a man haunted by a past love - one that refuses to fade. Their marriage was not just an alliance, but Alyana's long-awaited dream. But in the corridors of power, silence is deeper, and love takes time to speak. As tradition clashes with desire, and past shadows with present promises, Alyana and Krish must find their way to each other - through power, pain, and untold longing. A story of royalty, responsibility, and the slow-burning ache of unspoken love. ༺✿༻ Starting date: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.

In the Yaduvanshi family, wealth, power, and status know no limits. But love? Warmth? They're nothing but a mansion full of frozen hearts. They can rule empires with ruthless hands... yet can't hold each other when the nights get cold. And then came Mythili Ashutosh Chakraborty a woman in love. People say a woman in love is foolish... maybe she is. Because for the happiness of her love, she dares to dream of stitching this shattered family back together, holding on to a fragile hope gifted by someone just as broken as everyone She believes warmth can heal. But she's bound for life to Vidharth Singh Yaduvanshi the cold, unbending eldest son, a man who wears the skin of a human yet rules like the king of devils. Will he protect her wings... or tear them apart? Will she melt hearts of stone... or lose herself in the fire? This isn't just a romance. It's love tangled in betrayal, pain laced with hope, and a desperate attempt to piece together a soul that may never be whole again. Step into a world where every silence hides a secret... and every touch can heal, or destroy.

Roop I was a witness to a murder. Now, I'm a spirit in a gilded cage. My life ended the night I saw too much in that bar. But then he found me. Prithvi Chauhan. The man who offered me a name, a ring, and a lie. He wants a wife to appease his family. I want a future where I'm not looking over my shoulder. The deal is simple: One room. One secret. But every time he looks at me, I forget that this is just a deal. ※※ Prithvi I don't do charity. I do business. My family wants a bride? I'll give them one. Roop was supposed to be a tool. A witness I could keep on a leash. She's a bar dancer with no past and a dangerous future. I told her I'd be a gentleman. I told her I wouldn't touch her. But watching her move through my house is a slow-burn torture. She thinks she's a prisoner in my cage. She doesn't realize I'm the one being held captive. My friend wants her silenced. My family wants her perfect. But I'm keeping her. Because she owes me her life, and I'm coming to collect. ※ ※ ※ Ruin & Reverence is a standalone age-gap, forced-proximity romance. It contains a guaranteed happily-ever-after and no cheating.

What had I done? Rajveer Pratap Ranawat was a crime lord, king of the fucking underworld and I was here, in his den with nothing but a notepad and a pen. His presence was suffocating, bone chilling. "You think you can uncover my secrets, Miss Sharma?" His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're playing a dangerous game." I squared my shoulders, trying to muster the same bravado that had carried me into this lion's den. "I'm not playing," I retorted, my voice betraying a hint of defiance laced with unease. "I'm here for the truth, no matter how deep it runs." A predatory smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with something that sent a chill through me. "Oh, I know your kind," he murmured, taking a slow step closer until his presence enveloped me. "Bold on the surface, trembling underneath." "I'm not afraid of you," I insisted, though the way his fingers brushed against my arm sent a jolt of electricity through me. His expression hardened, his grip tightening just enough to convey his power. "You should be," he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. "In my world, fear is survival." His eyes bore into mine with a primal intensity, a challenge and a warning wrapped into one. "You are already in deeper than you realize," he murmured, his voice softening imperceptibly. "And now that you are in, there is no turning back." The room seemed to close in around us and then is when I realised that I had stepped into a dangerous game-one where the lines between adversary and attraction blurred dangerously, threatening to consume me in ways I never imagined possible. "And you, my Dove," Rajveer's voice cut through the thick silence like a blade, chilling me to the core. His tone held a possessive edge, cold and commanding. "look like you are meant to be mine. And what is mine," he paused, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, "stays with me."

She hadn't meant to be noticed. Delhi was supposed to be simple, a new college, a rented room, and a life that finally felt like her own. No relatives asking questions. No expectations wrapped in concern. Just space. And then there was Advay Arora. The boy who moved through life with quiet precision, composed, disciplined, always a step ahead. The kind who didn't get distracted. The kind who didn't look twice. She wasn't supposed to cross his path. He wasn't supposed to matter. But some connections don't arrive loudly. They happen in libraries. In accidental conversations. In shared silences that feel a little too comfortable. And sometimes... they follow you home. Because somewhere between restraint and unspoken curiosity, something begins to grow. Not in grand confessions. Not in dramatic declarations. But in glances. In pauses. In everything they don't say.