❝𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.❞ In the blink of an eye, she became my obsession, a dazzling enchantress I couldn't resist. From that very moment, I swore to make her mine. Even if it meant faking my love for her, marrying her or locking our fates in a binding contract. ~Aaryavir Malhotra He entered into my life, and like a perfect artist, painted it with the colors of love and fiery passion I always craved. Little did I know, it was all smoke and mirrors. I was spellbound by him, while he purchased my heart through a contract. How did I think of his obsession as love? ~Roop Agnihotri What deal did Aary strike to claim Roop as his? What will unravel when Roop stumbles upon the contract's hidden truths? Will the truth shatter their bond or will they defy all odds to choose each other above everything else? Dive into the pages of the book to uncover the answers.

𝐒𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ~ 𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. [NOT YOUR TYPICAL INNOCENT SHIT TYPE] "What do you want for dowry?" She asked bluntly. The question hit him so hard that he nearly choked on his tea. He coughed, patted his chest and glared at her but she didn't even blink. There's no sympathy, no apology, just that calm, annoying composure. "Do I...Fuck!" He rasped, reaching for water then asked,"Do I look like that kind of person to you?" "Language, Mr. Rajput." She shot back, folding her arms. The sheer boldness of her tone almost made him laugh but he's enjoying it. "Logo ko dekh ke pata chal jata toh kya hi baat hoti, nahi? Who knows, you might torture me after marriage for not bringing any dowry?" She asked with a smirk. He stared at her for a moment then leaned in just to retort, "And what makes you think that even after getting dowry, you'll be safe?" Her throat went dry, but she didn't look away,"Exactly. In my opinion, shaadi is equal to barbaadi. So please, back out of this marriage and do both of us this favour." He smirked then slipped on his sunglasses,"I don't want anything from Mr. Rana... except his blunt-mouthed daughter. So yeah congratulations, soon-to-be Mrs. Rajput." He walked away, leaving her fuming and slightly breathless as she muttered,"Arrgh....arrogant idiot! " A soldier who hides his heart and a researcher turned assistant professor who denies hers, tied in a marriage that turns into the most sacred bond of all.

MATURE: 18+ When destiny calls, even a princess must face her fate... Avantika Indravati Solanki, is the beloved princess of Solankgarh, celebrated for her grace, intelligence, and beauty. But her whole world shatters with a single tradition. The swayamvar. She's not ready to be bound to a stranger, risking life as a mere prize, a political pawn, or worse-a wife among many. This is not the life she imagined. Vishnuvardhan Devraya, the Yuvraj of Devgarh, is beloved by his kingdom, fearless in battle, and admired by all. An obedient son and a doting elder brother, content with his duty. He was never supposed to attend her swayamvar. But an unexpected glance. One Arrow. One stolen moment. Ignites a fierce fire. Their worlds collide, yet love in the shadow of duty is dangerous. With kingdoms on the brink of war, and enemies lurking in every corner, their hearts may pay the ultimate price. Duty. Love. Fate. War. This is the story of Rajkumari Avantika and Yuvraj Devraya-where love is fragile, passion is a weapon, and destiny alone will decide who survives... and who loves.

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

Stuffing a hand in his pocket, he tilted his head. Biting the corner of his lip, he took a thorough overview of her body before looking back at her teary honey orbs. She felt chills, watching that obnoxious deadliness in his oceanic orbs. He started walking back, making her feel uneasy. She continued to stare at him while he kept walking backward but halted at the door. He gave her a sinister smirk, and she saw a turbulant havoc emerging in his gaze. Her senses alerted when he clutched the doorknob. Before she could say or do anything, he slammed the door shut with a thud, and her eyes widened when she heard click of door locking. "Taehyung.. What the hell is this!!" Y/n exclaimed, rushing towards the door, but her heart sank, finding it already locked. "Why did you lock the door?!" She aggressively twisted the doorknob, but her movements paused, whereas her whole body shuddered in sheer terror hearing his dark soul-shivering chuckle from outside. Her throat went dry, and her soul trembled, not knowing what madness he was about to unleash. "Open the door, Taehyung!!!" She banged her fist on the door, growing more terrified by the second. "Taehyung, please!!" She shouted, banging louder. Her heart started thudding against her chest when she heard him hissing from outside. Mockery and evilness were lacing in his tone, which made her more afraid and desperate Taehyung leaned against the doorframe and crossed his arms against his chest, his left heel against the door as he smirked viciously. "Calm down.. Little doll..." His cavernous, serene voice made her feel cold chills running through her veins. "Just take rest until I come back to you.. because trust me... " He paused and tilted his head, looking over his shoulder. "Tonight, I'll come back to ruin you in ways you'll beg to be undone... but only after I erase Jeon Jungkook from this world - slowly, painfully, and so mercilessly, even hell will flinch." Highest Ranking #1 - Passion genre

- जिजीविषा च मुमुक्षु ― The will to live, the hunger for release. Gauri Nimbalkar lingered somewhere in between. Time did not take her - it sentenced her. One moment, love cradled in her arms; in the next, she was cast into a world that worships her name but does not know her soul. Bound to a love that dissolved like sand through her fingers, punished for a sin she never intended, and haunted by the remnants of a life stolen from her grasp- she walks as both a trespasser and a tether of a divine past. But fate is a script she refuses to follow. If the past has stolen from her, she will steal from destiny itself. Let the gods watch - for Gauri will decide whether she bends or breaks; whether she wills to live or to liberate.

People say love destroys friendship and one shouldn't fall in love with their best friend, unknown of the fact that if it works out you'll have your best friend as your life partner for the rest of the life ! 𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀 ; He's what you call a gentleman. He's sinfully handsome, ambitious, intelligent, smart and is blessed with everything a person aspires to have in his life. He respects and values everyone and is grateful for everything he has. He had never been in a serious relationship and doesn't even want to because the failed marriage of his sister broke all his belief in love until he started developing romantic feelings for his best friend. Will he acknowledge them or just ignore them ? 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐈 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐌𝐀 ; She's a living example of how to create a life for yourself. She's pretty, kind and beautiful inside out. She's strong and bold who lives for little moments. She treasures them and wants nothing but to spread happiness through her delicious delicacies. She has been all alone as far as she remembers but was never lonely as she has always found him by her side. She fell for him first and now the question is will he fall harder and if he does, will that workout or will they part ways breaking their friendship ? ~♡~ "Adi, just stop these things okay." She roared and pushed me a little. I was shocked. I have never seen her this raged. Her face got red and tears flowed from her eyes. "What do you think of yourself ? That you will just come and ask me to marry you and then initiate a passionate kiss, play with my feelings." She said while sobbing and my heart pained. "What do you want from me?" She again asked, weeping badly. "Just a chance." I mumbled to which she just stared at me and her chocolate brown eyes are captivating. 𝐼 𝑤𝑜𝑛'𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑚𝑦𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎose eyes.

-:𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃:- -This book moves a bit faster than my usual pace. Some events might feel slightly fast-forwarded, but I've done that to keep the essence tight, the emotions raw, and the story impactful without unnecessary dragging. . . He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Roop, shaadi kisi majboori mein nahi ki jati." (Marriage isn't something that should happen out of compulsion.) A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Yahi toh farq hai tumhari aur meri zindagi mein, Anirudh. Tumhare paas choice hai, mere paas nahi." (That's the difference between your life and mine, Anirudh. You have a choice. I don't.) His expression darkened. "Main tumhari family se baat karunga-" "Nahi!" I cut him off, my voice sharp with desperation. "You won't understand. You've never seen helplessness, Anirudh. You don't know that when a girl has no options, she only looks for survival." A strange silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken pain. Anirudh sighed and leaned back against the bench, his fingers tapping against his knee. "You're telling me you'd marry any stranger just because you have no other way out?" I stiffened. "You're not a stranger." His lips quirked up, almost amused. "Until a day ago, I was." I clenched my fists. "I don't care who you are. I just need to accept this match, or the other option will destroy me." Anirudh fell silent, his gaze steady on me. The playfulness in his eyes faded, replaced by something more intense, more thoughtful. Finally, he asked, "And what if I tell you that I don't want to marry you either?"

This Story is about Nisha the young woman who is married to a introvert man Vedang they have been married for 11 years she was just 19 when she got married to him when he was 28 Nisha Vedang Vishwanathan she is the wife of Vedang Vishwanathan the rich business man with a lot of patience and arrogance fill in him he is man of words he never takes no as a answer if he wants it has be to his Nisha who was the mother of 3 children she is a very calm lady with maturity but she is lost in the role of mother daughter in law and wife she is woman who is craving the love of her husband she has always been a understanding wife always there to support him she knows he loves her but she wants him to express she was tired being the understanding one

𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙈𝙚 (𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙-𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚)