Kavya Singh has spent her life trapped in abuse, living only for her sick little sister. Saurav Chauhan, a charming and devoted Flight Lieutenant abandoned in childhood, hides his loneliness behind warmth and a gentle smile. One drunken night brings them together. A brutal lie tears them apart. Threatened by her family and by her sister's life, Kavya files a false case against Saurav, destroying his honor and his world. To end the scandal, his family offers money but her family demands marriage. Forced into a union built on hatred and betrayal, Kavya and Saurav begin a journey from burning resentment to unexpected love, where dark secrets, buried pain, and powerful emotions change everything.

FOR A GIRL WHOSE TRUE WORLD BLOOMED WITH IN THE VIBRANT LANDSCAPE OF HER IMAGINATION, DESTINY HAD A STARKLY DIFFERENT PATH LAID OUT: AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE (Suryansh×Saloni) Saloni Malhotra finds solace in two things: the pages of her dark romance novels and her dream of a career. But in a home where her worth is measured by her skin tone and her obedience, her dreams are a luxury she can't afford. When her family forces her into an arranged marriage, she expects a life of quiet misery. Suryansh Ranvijay Randhawa is a billionaire tycoon known for his ruthless heart of ice. His only soft spot is his four-year-old daughter, Samaira. When his mother gives him an ultimatum-find a wife or one will be chosen for him-he makes a cold, calculated decision. He will marry, but it will be a business transaction. Nothing more. Their worlds collide in a marriage neither wanted. He offered a contract. But love had other plans. Can a gentle bookworm melt the heart of a man who believes love is a weakness? Can a man haunted by his past learn to trust the woman his mother chose? And when a secret from Suryansh's past threatens to destroy everything, will their marriage of convenience shatter-or become the one thing that saves them both? This is a story of clashing worlds, unexpected love, and the healing power of a little girl's smile. "She had always been...sensitive. A gentle word could bring tears to her eyes; a sudden loud noise could make her jump. And this - this tender exploration of the space between them - was a symphony played on those very strings of sensitivity. The butterfly in her stomach took flight, its delicate wings brushing against her insides, a dizzying, exhilarating sensation. He touched her bare waist and roaming his hand towards her blouse strings and started playing with them and the next sentence made her heart skip "BREATH MI CARIÑO"

Love followed by Lust. .................................. "ahhnnn.......sarkar......please slow down...." "Your previous actions are enough for me to fuck you raw and hard, don't make it more difficult for you."

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

The One she loved left her a day before her marriage The ones she cared humiliated her,despised her and blamed her for everything but what will happen when she will be forced to marry a mere stranger Aditi Sharma a 24 year old aspiring CA an ambivert who loves her family Daksh Agnihotri a 30 year old businessman, introvert doesn't like to express his emotions, lives with his only grandma [Dakhs: you wanted to see me married right? Grandma: yes beta I'm dying to see ur bride who will bring joy to our empty lives Who will fill this quite mension with the sounds of her anklets (Tears gathered in her eyes) Daksh:Then I'm getting married Her eyes widened Grandma: what when did you meet he-, What's her name , what's her age, how does she looks Daksh: I Don't know Grandma: WHAT THE- U're getting married to her and you don't even know her name??????]

Previously known as "Destined Love" "𝑨 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔-𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔" Second book in Destined series

This is the journey of love that happen in journey of Roadies. Hope you guys will enjoy reading it 🙇‍♀️

Jiya Choudhary never expected her world to shift because of a single moment. A dropped phone. A fleeting touch. A gaze that held too much. Yogesh Rawat wasn't supposed to be more than a name-a face she admired from a distance. But now, he's right in front of her. Real. Intense. And impossible to ignore. There's something about him-the way he watches, the way he smirks, the way his presence demands to be felt. And no matter how much she tries to fight it, an undeniable pull keeps dragging her back to him. She doesn't believe in fate, but fate seems determined to entangle them. The tension is slow, suffocating, impossible to escape. Every accidental encounter feels too precise, every touch lingers too long, and with each passing second, the invisible thread between them tightens. But Jiya isn't ready to lose herself in something she doesn't understand. Not yet. And Yogesh? He's waiting. Watching. Because sooner or later, she'll have to accept the truth-some connections can't be broken. Some emotions can't be ignored. And this? This isn't just attraction. This is an unexpected entanglement

"We can't be friends But I'd like to just pretend" Some people arrive ready to fight the world. Others arrive ready to carry it. Veda is the second kind. Quietly commanding, emotionally perceptive, and far stronger than she gives herself credit for, Veda moves through the competition with a softness that often gets mistaken for weakness. She feels deeply - too deeply, some would say - and she never turns away from someone else's pain, even when she's barely holding herself together. She comforts, protects, absorbs. And yet, beneath her composure lies a persistent doubt: the fear that she hasn't earned her place, that she's surviving on faith rather than proof. She doesn't crave attention. She craves meaning. And that makes every moment heavier than it needs to be. Then there's Yogesh. Intense. Unfiltered. Impossible to ignore. He walks into the game like he owns the ground beneath his feet - sharp-tongued, physically dominant, emotionally guarded. He thrives on pressure, pushes back when challenged, and refuses to be underestimated. Where others hesitate, he moves. Where others break, he hardens. Control is his armor, and confidence his weapon. Until it isn't. Because when Veda is in the same space, something shifts. Their dynamic is subtle at first - glances held a second too long, conversations charged with something neither names, closeness disguised as habit. They orbit each other carefully, both aware and pretending not to be. Veda sees through Yogesh's bravado more than he expects. Yogesh notices Veda's silences more than she realizes. They are opposites in instinct, similar in depth - two people who feel intensely but express it differently, drawn together in an environment that punishes vulnerability and rewards control. Neither of them enters looking for connection. Neither of them plans for attachment.

Her entire world was built on his lies. When that crumbled, she burned it all over till ashes remained.