"Are you wet, dimple ?" Sara Vijay has everything except her freedom. Desperate to escape her father's political stranglehold, she blackmails her coldest rival, Zavian Moretti, into marriage. Zavian is a celebrated professor and the enigmatic owner of the Morvane Clinical Institute-admired, untouchable and far more dangerous than he lets the world see. Sara thinks she's forcing his hand. In reality, that's not even close. Will she finally submit to his dark desires or will she be the one to break him first? ~~~ A DARK ROMANCE NOVEL Tropes Dark romance Touch her and die Villain gets the girl Spicy romance Forced marriage Childhood rivals She hates him Obsessed villain Morally grey Murder mystery Psychological thriller Professor x student ( 2 years age gap ) Contains mature content, readers are advised to read only if they are comfortable! #2 in top 10 india on 15,16 /5/26 🧿 #6 in top 10 india on 20,21 /5/26 #5 in top 10 Indian on 22 /5/ 26 #4 in top 10 India on 12/ 7/ 26 #3 in top 10 India on 13/7/26

Power. Promises. Perfidy. Power is meant to be taken. Promises are meant to be broken. Perfidy is meant to hurt. A dirty world built on fake promises, betrayal, and the grief of broken trust - the very world he belongs to. Growing up in an atmosphere where everything came easily gave birth to a dangerous belief inside him: that everything he desires already belongs to him. Aarish Ahuja - the man who hides behind calm expressions and practiced smiles, using charm as a weapon while concealing intentions far darker beneath the surface. Anyone could fall into the trap of his charisma, but those who truly know him choose to stay away. Holding one of the highest positions in the government of Uttar Pradesh, his presence alone is enough to make people tremble. No one dares to meet his eyes. No one dares to question him. Until her. The girl who glares back at him without fear. The girl who dares to point fingers at the man the entire world bows before. She knows exactly what she is doing - until fate forces her into a marriage with the very man she vowed to hate. Not just him, but the corrupt system he represents. Her rage toward the government has always been obvious, but somehow, every ounce of that hatred finds its way back to the man sitting on the throne - him. A girl who blooms like flowers in spring and silently prays for every ambulance that passes by. Hatred barely exists inside her heart, and when it does, it is never truly for the person - it is for the ugliness of their mindset. Her soft, delicate heart was never meant to fight against the government. Yet she continues to do everything she is warned not to do. But what happens when hatred slowly begins to feel like love? What happens when two people standing on opposite sides of power start falling for each other? Will it be politics... or love? Because where love ends, politics begins. SIYASAT~

She is just a girl; she always wonders, meanwhile for him, she is a celestial grace. It means she has a heavenly beauty, like an angel or a goddess. Something rare and beautiful, like the stars in the night sky. She is too hard to love, and people choose not to, but him loving her deeply in every possible way makes her feel like she isn't too hard to love for him. She doesn't like him or hate him either, meanwhile, he lives his life just to make her feel loved. She chooses to give up when she is jealous, meanwhile, he owns her in a way that even in his absence, people mention their names together. She teases him with Sanskrit nicknames, so he made one for her, even though he doesn't know Sanskrit. He is a stone, people say, but for her, he is the softest person who just acts like a demon because the world made him feel like one. She overthinks a lot, while he over-explains a lot. He loves her, and she loves to hear him say it every day. He is too easy to make jealous, and she loves to do that over and over again. "Suniye Prannath," she called, teasing him with a Sanskrit nickname. "Sunaiye Prandharini," he created a beautiful nickname for her. "Aapke bina jee nahi paayenge hum," she said, looking into his eyes. "Hume toh aapko apni nazaron ke saamne dekhe bina... marna bhi manzoor nahi," he said and kissed her forehead. "She is just a maid..." she tried to explain. "And I'm just jealous," he confessed. "Main galat hoon par... main kiski hoon?" she said, making innocent faces. "Meri," he said. "Haan toh, galti bhi aapki hui na," she said, and he didn't know whether to be angry or laugh. __________________________________________________________________________________ ~Trophes~ Chaotic couple Sunshine × Grumpy He fell first, and she fell harder Love at First Sight Arranged × Forced marriage Innocent FMC Shameless MMC

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE The CEO of Rathore & Groups. Born into wealth and power, Abhimanyu Singh Rathore is the heir to one of India's most influential business empires. At a young age, he became one of the country's most influential businessmen, handling multi-million-dollar deals with ease. Tall, handsome, and effortlessly commanding, he is the kind of man whose mere presence silences an entire room. To the world, he is cold, ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to approach. Emotions are a weakness he buried long ago, and trust is something he rarely gives. Yet beneath his hard exterior exists a fiercely protective heart that emerges only for the people he truly cares about. "Just six months, Miss Rishikesh," His gaze passing over her as if she were a ghost. "Yeh contract khatam hone do... and then I'll throw you out of my company myself. I won't have to see your face, and you won't have to deal with a 'heartless' man ever again. Mark my words." AKSHITA MEHRA A simple girl from Rishikesh. Kind-hearted, cheerful, and full of dreams, Akshita Mehra moves to Udaipur to build a better future for herself and her family. After a painful chapter of her life that still haunts her, she is determined to start over and leave her fears behind. But fate has other plans when she becomes the personal assistant of Abhimanyu Singh Rathore-a man as cold and powerful as she is warm and compassionate. "Mujhe toh bas aisa koi chahiye jo mujhe waise pyaar kare jaise Shiv Ji Maa Parvati se karte hain. Someone who looks at me and sees his entire world, someone who can find the rhythm in my endless chatter and the silence in my soul." Two completely different worlds. One unexpected love story. But are they truly meant to be?

AKSHIT X AVANYA It was their first night after marriage and he came inside She looked at him and picked nearby vase "Don't you dare to force yourself upon me... I'll break this vase on your head" Hurt by her words, he took step back "You really think so low of me.. I'll never touch you without your consent sunshine" She scoffed and said "Says consent who married me forcefully . . I hate you and your presence Mr. Akshit Singh Rathore" ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇ ⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　⋇⋆✦⋆⋇　 Join the story of Akshit Singh Rathore and Avanya kapoor!! Tropes: CEOxEmployee Forced Marriage richxmiddleclass Strong and sassy female lead He fell first, she fall harder... First sight love

𝑨𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 ୨ৎ 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 🎀 𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗨𝗡𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗔𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 ──୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ── 𝘚𝘕𝘌𝘈𝘒 𝘗𝘌𝘌𝘒 Suddenly, I felt a wave of hot shame rush to my face. My cheeks burned. I was officially tied to this man, this handsome stranger standing right in front of me, and yet I still didn't know who he was. I knew I had to ask. I forced myself to speak, even though my heart was pounding. "Excuse me," I said softly. He turned toward me, waiting for me to continue. I couldn't look him in the eye. I kept my gaze fixed on the shiny marble floor, my head bowed in total embarrassment. "What is your name?" I finally managed to say. My voice was so quiet I could barely hear it myself. The silence that followed was agonizing. It felt like an eternity. I was sure he was judging me. What kind of wife doesn't even know her husband's name? I thought, feeling more humiliated by the second. Then, I heard a low, deep chuckle. It wasn't a mean laugh; he sounded genuinely amused. When he finally spoke, his voice was smooth and calm. "Agastya. Agastya Singhania, Anya." ──୨ৎ────────୨ৎ────────୨ৎ── Copyright © 2025 Our Unwilling Alliance All rights reserved

RAJVEER X SIYA❤️🔥Rajveer Rathore controls everything. She bows to no one. In a dangerous game of obsession and desire... who will ruin whom first? 😈 Siya Rajgor has built an empire in cybersecurity-brilliant, fearless, and utterly untouchable. Until an arranged marriage forces her into the deadly world of Rajveer Rathore, a ruthless mafia king who rules with an iron fist. Neither of them knew who they were marrying until it was too late. With no way out, Siya lays down a condition: the marriage will last one year, nothing more. Rajveer agrees, believing that a year is all he needs to own her, break her, make her his. But Siya isn't a woman who submits. She meets him head-on, challenging his control at every turn. To Rajveer, Siya isn't just a wife-she's a weapon, a key player in his dangerous game, a queen meant to stand beside him. But her defiance ignites something dark in him. He doesn't just want her obedience. He wants her soul. 🔥 "Why do you keep doing this, Rajveer? If I'm just a pawn, why does it feel like you'd burn the world down for me?" 💀 "You think you can walk away from me, Mrs. Siya Rathore? You were mine the moment you entered my world. And I don't let go of what's mine." But when a deadly enemy targets Siya, the game turns lethal. Rajveer swore he'd never lose control, but she's the one thing he refuses to lose. Siya isn't blind. She knows Rajveer still sees her as something to own. And if there's one thing she won't allow, it's being someone's possession. The contract is ending. The walls are closing in. Now, Rajveer must decide-will he let her go, or will he ruin her just to keep her? ⚠️ Enemies to lovers. Arranged marriage. Obsession. Power play. Read at your own risk. 🔥

𝘈 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘧𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘈𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘣𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘥𝘰𝘳𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥, 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘴. ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱɪᴛʏ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ

"𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙗𝙮 𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 " ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ─── Kyra Rajvanshi, a sweet soul who has a love of writing, is a literature major in the city of Delhi. She lives with her two siblings and the rest of the Rajvanshi family. Her life is carefree, independent, and joy-filled, until the series of her brother's wedding pulls her into a cast of love. But unaware that she will need to play Cupid, watch as Kyra goes through the trouble to unravel not only her own but also her friend's love stories. Who is the man Kyra falls for? Will Kyra end up with the boy she fell so deeply in love with? Will her friends find a way to their soulmates? How will Kyra face the difficulties of the tasks of being Cupid? And most importantly, will everyone have a happy ending? Step into the Whispers of Eternity to find out ( English Translation Available )