❛You all must have heard that a ray of light is definitely visible in the darkness which takes us towards light. But what if instead of light the devil is seen in the darkness?❜ ✧ AVAYAN SINGH RATHORE, A twenty eight years old handsome, but arrogant and short tempered man. Apart from anger he has no other emotion. For everyone he is the chair person of 'Rathore Group of Construction', but in actuall he is a Mafia King, The Mad Wolf, whose name is enough to make the world tremble but no one knows the face behind this dangerous name. He never thought that a girl would suddenly come into his life and with her arrival, he would be able to feel the beats of his dead heart, he would be able to feel the emotion of love in his hate-filled dark life. ♡ NITYA SINHA, A twenty two years old beautiful, sweet and innocent girl. She lost her parents and her stepmother has made her life hell. She wanted to sell her for money. She has a lot of love for everyone in her heart but she never got anyone's love. But she never thought that someone would come into her life who would love her the way she always wanted. ✧ The story of two broken souls who healed each other through the feelings they had for each other. BOOK #01 in series 'DEATH GAMER'

She was never meant to be his. Aarohi Mehra's life was signed away in a deal she never agreed to-forced into a marriage with Rishab Rathore, a man as powerful as he is dangerous. Cold. Calculated. Untouchable. He didn't ask for her love. He didn't need her trust. He only expected obedience. But Aarohi was never built to surrender. What begins as a war of control slowly unravels into something far more complicated-stolen glances, unspoken emotions, and a pull neither of them can deny. Between power, revenge, and buried truths, the lines between hate and desire begin to blur. Because the man she feared the most... is slowly becoming the only place she feels safe. And the woman who once tried to escape him... is the only one who can destroy him. In a world where loyalty is currency and love is a liability- what happens when two broken people start to become each other's home? "In a marriage built on power... Love is the greatest Rebellion."

"D--Don't...!!" She wasn't afraid but her fumbling in front of him was because she couldn't believe it. But he shamelessly smiled at her. Putting his one foot near that disshelved girl on bed. "Why, Rebel...? It was indeed a worthy night." He commented smirking. While grazing his lips on her earlobe he further said-- "And must I confess. You were.... Awesome." His voice was husky, but mockery filled a bit more. "The way you wanted me to touch you..." He brushed her unkempt hair with his fingers, removing them from her face. "And I swear...Your pale body in my arms was looking so---" "No !!!! Just shut up !!!" She jerked his hand off. Her face red with embarrassment. Embarrassed of her own self ! "I won't do any such thing--" "Oh believe me darling, you were doing, or I must say, begging to do such things ! Begging me to..." He once again brought his lips near her ear. "To wash all your sins by touching you. And I don't think a man can touch a woman better then...this---" "Oh just stop !!!" She said, her eyes blazing. Tears rolling down her eyes. "You are a pathetic man Thākur Rāghavendra Nārayan Agnihotri !! I didn't think you can be this lowly !!" "And I don't care about what you think, Inaayat Khan ! All I know is..." He trailed, both his words and his finger on her cheeks. "I liked you, atleast in bed last night. So from today onwards you'll be spending your nights in my room. And I repeat ! I don't fucking care, where you are whole day, but your nights should be with me." He said with a serious face. "Dear wife..." "No !!! That's not how men treat their wives, Thaakur saahab !! This is how they treat their whor---" She couldn't complete. "One more word, and I will show you how I treat my whores !" His dangerous voice sent shivers down her core. But disgust overpowered it ! And he left..... Descending down the stairs, he looked up. That must be enough.🖋️

Their love was forbidden, bound by social violations and silenced by class differences. She was like an angel but was pushed into a dark world and she found it better to accept death than to accept its reality. He belonged to a rich family who knew how to buy things, gems and people with the power of money. She was an entertainer of men and he was very famous among women. She had no right to refuse. He had the right to make his own choice. Her wings were clipped and she was never able to fly. He was free and could make his own decisions She was the life of the party. And his presence added colour to the gathering. She was Pari of the brothel. And he was the king of the palace. Different worlds. Different society. Different surroundings. There was only one similarity, both were alone. The moment his eyes fell on a tender flower he decided that she would just amuse him, attend him and be touched by him only. She always found the looks of men dirty, but he was the only one whose gaze made her feel incomplete if they did not fall on her.

Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

𝑾𝒂𝒒𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒕𝒂𝒒𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊. Parthvi never chose this for herself but she became the price for a crime she never committed. Rana Rudra Adhiraj Raisinghania is cold, powerful but and broken by the past and wants only one thing, payback. He is meant to be her punishment and she is meant to pay. But when does anything go according to your plan when god has one of his own and sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight inside ourselves. But they are not fighting a battle, they carry the whole damn war inside themselves.

|𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈| 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴. "Junoon ban chuki ho tum. Ishq ki tapish se bhi tez aur pagalpan ki har hadon se paar. Is qadar beyhadh ki tumhari rooh tak qaid karne ka irada hai." Upon stumbling with "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆" Aarav on her cousin's wedding, Mishika struggles to keep the dark secrets hidden under the veil. However fate has always been cruel to her. Betrayed and tricked by her own extended family, she finds herself at the altar, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 the man who was supposed to be her cousin's husband-to-be, the same man she had hated for 6 years. Threatened to take 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 on the very first night by her forced husband, she was pushed and pulled between the past she can't get over from and the practicality of life. When she scramble to figure out her expectations and boundaries in the hopeless marriage, she was left shaken when her 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦-𝘧𝘰𝘳-𝘢-𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 confessed about being 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 with her since 8 years. An obsession he strived years to bury and get over with. But will it be so easy for 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 to incarcerate his favourite 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 when somewhere deep he knew that 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 ? her heart was latched with HATE his mind was tainted with LUST? ❌No Cheating Between The Leads❌

Complicated. That's the only word powerful enough to describe the legendary Rathore Royal Family of Marwar-where crowns are heavy, hearts are heavier, and love is the most dangerous battlefield of all. Three brothers. Three marriages. And a web of emotions that threatens to destroy the very empire they rule. Abhimaan Pratap Singh Rathore-the ruthless king, the cold-hearted CEO, the man who rules an empire but guards his heart behind unbreakable walls. Two years into marriage, he remains untouched by love, leaving his queen Aadiya of Mewar-the proud eldest daughter-in-law-fighting a lonely battle for a place in her husband's frozen heart. Abhimanyu Pratap Singh Rathore-the loyal second son, bound by duty and gratitude to his elder brother. Married to Naina, a woman who once believed her destiny was tied to the wrong brother. Trapped between marriage vows and forbidden feelings, Naina's heart harbors a love she was never meant to have. And then there is Rudraveer Pratap Singh Rathore-the youngest prince, reckless, protected, and unapologetically rebellious. When duty demanded a royal bride, he chose love instead-marrying Samaira, a servant's daughter, shaking the very foundation of Rathore royalty and igniting whispers, rebellion, and scandal across kingdoms. In a world where power outweighs emotions, where love is forbidden, and loyalty is tested at every turn- how long before hearts rebel against crowns? Welcome to the Rathores- where every relationship is a war, every marriage hides a secret, and love may just be the downfall of royalty itself.

A cycle of falling in love, marrying, and falling out again leads to love. Because love is the endgame. __________ The Chauhan's are one of the most influential families in India. Having spread their ties to Healthcare, manufacturing, social services, and Global investments, they are leading the business world along with pulling up the image of a picture-perfect family. In the office, the eldest son owns the reigns but at home, they are bound by the rules of the matriarch - Gayatri Devi Chauhan. She has a set of rules and her children are shackled by them. In the midst of breaking out of them, they make up arrangements. But making an arrangement is easy, and following through is difficult. Join in the journey of the Chauhan siblings diving into complicated relationships that started with an arrangement and ended on the same. __________ Anirudh Chauhan "Dhwani..." He tried stopping her from leaving. "You want 6 more months, right?" She stopped and looked at him past her shoulder "I will give you nothing. You lost all your chances and I have nothing more to give you, not even time." *********** Vidyut Chauhan "You, your presence soothes me in this weird way that I keep coming back to you." She completed with a content smile. "Tara." He took her name gravely as once again his knuckles tightened around the wheel "I am a fraud. An imposter." *********** Rakshit Chauhan "It wasn't a hickey." He started bashfully and her eyes narrowed. "It was a blister I got from the hot water steam. I swear, Shreya. It was nothing but a wound. I did not cheat on you. I will never." "It doesn't matter if you do." She looked away bitterly. *********** Tropes: - Married Strangers - Bestfriends turned enemies - Grumpy × Sunshine - Marriage of convenience - Fake engagement - Forced proximity - Arranged marriage - Multiple lovestories. Updates twice a week Start date: 1st July 2023

𝓣𝓾𝓶 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸, 𝓲𝓫𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓽 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝔀𝓸 𝓫𝓱𝓪𝓰𝔀𝓪𝓷 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓪 𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓾 𝔀𝓸 𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓶 𝓱𝓸... 𝓩𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓲 𝓴𝓪 𝓭𝓪𝓻𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓽𝓾𝓶, 𝓪𝓫 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓸... ♡ 𝓣𝓾𝓶 𝓓𝓲𝓵 𝓴𝓲 𝓽𝓪𝓭𝓪𝓹 𝓱𝓸, 𝓴𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓸... 𝓙𝓸 𝓴𝓲𝓼𝓲 𝓼𝓮 𝓷𝓪 𝓱𝓾𝓪 𝔀𝓸 𝓹𝓮𝓱𝓵𝓪 𝓹𝔂𝓪𝓪𝓻 𝓱𝓸... 𝓒𝓪𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓷𝓪 𝓽𝓱𝓲 𝓽𝓾𝓶𝓼𝓮 𝓳𝓾𝓭𝓷𝓮 𝓴𝓲... 𝓹𝓪𝓻 𝓪𝓫 𝓶𝓮𝓻𝓲 𝔃𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓪𝓰𝓲 𝓴𝓪 𝓽𝓾𝓶 𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪𝓪𝓶 𝓱𝓸... 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙇𝙞𝙚, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙖𝙨𝙩, 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙏𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝,𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚,𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙛𝙞𝙡𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝘾𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚....𝗢𝗿 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲.... ~𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒~ Grumpy × Grumpy Morally Gray Hero Broken Heroine Mutual Emotional Damage Touch-Her-and-Die Vibes Forced Proximity Emotional Slow Burn Possessive but Devoted Hero Beauty and the Beast Dynamics