They say finding a soulmate is the hardest thing in the world. Out of seven billion hearts beating under the same sky, choosing the right one feels like chasing a mirage. But love - love never asks for the right time, the right place, or the right person. It just happens. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝟐𝟐-𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡. When the world welcomes the first-ever 𝑴𝒊𝒙𝒆𝒅 𝑶𝑫𝑰 𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝑪𝒖𝒑, history takes a new turn. Men and women, side by side - playing not against each other, but with each other. Boundaries blur, rules change, and amidst the sound of roaring crowds, something far deeper begins to bloom. 𝑺𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝑽𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒂, twenty, shy yet dazzling, carries the calm of the moon and the fire of dreams. A cricketer whose bat speaks poetry, whose silence hums strength. She never sought fame - only freedom between the wickets. And then comes 𝑨𝒃𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒌 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 - twenty-five, the nation's golden boy. Charming, confident, and reckless with both bat and heart. Where she is restraint, he is chaos. Where she hides, he shines. Where she listens, he commands. They are poles apart - destined to collide. And somewhere between rivalry and rhythm, between boundaries and hearts, they'll discover that love, like cricket, is all about timing. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1 𝙤𝙛 "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨" 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨! 𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆-𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆, 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗽𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮 has always been the girl who blends into the background. A shy, soft-spoken 19-year-old from a modest family, she has spent her life believing that love-grand, passionate, all-consuming love-is meant for someone else. Not her. On the other hand, 𝗔𝘃𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗮 is a man who stands out in every room. A charming, confident 24-year-old pilot born into privilege, he's spent his life soaring through the skies, seeking excitement in every adventure. But beneath the easy smiles and playful flirtations, he's searching for something real, something that anchors him. When a single swipe on a dating app throws them into each other's orbit, neither expects the connection to be anything more than a fleeting spark. Yet, as their late-night conversations turn into something deeper, as stolen glances grow into unspoken confessions, they begin to unravel each other's hearts in ways they never saw coming. But love isn't just about butterflies-it's about weathering the storm. As doubts and differences arise, will Shivanya see her own worth, and can Avyansh prove his feelings are real?

❝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.

❝𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞... 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.❞ 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 lives by medals, mission reports, and the silence of secrets while 𝐃𝐫. 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 breathes through research papers, lab results, and the noise of questions. Their first meeting was a disaster. It was hate at first sight. She mocked his 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 and he dismissed her 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. It was full of sharp words and stubborn pride, both swearing they could never stand each other. But fate worked in quiet ways as it bound them long before they realized it and met again. It was in the most desi way possible. 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. Now that destiny tied them together, sparks don't fly because they clash like fire and ice as they turned it into a bet. She calls him emotionless. He calls her stubborn. She prays for his postings to keep him away while he silently yearns for a chance to pull her closer. 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.

-: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?"