'𝑯𝑬𝑹' Series book one 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭... ˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ 𝑨𝑫𝑽𝑨𝑰𝑻 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑲𝑯𝑨𝑾𝑨𝑻- 29 years old, He is the rich, handsome and the king of Rajasthan Mewar. He is the CEO of the biggest company which makes rare jewelleries 'Jewels' his family is the most prestigious and powerful family in the Rajasthan He loves his family and 'Jewels' more than anything. He is a perfect personality to be the king of Rajasthan. He never knew that his life with take a drastic turn on the day of his marriage and he will be bonded to some unknown girl for his life. ˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ 𝑴𝑨𝒀𝑨 𝑹𝑼𝑮𝑯𝑽𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑯𝑰- 24 years old, She is the perfect metaphor for 'Beauty with brains'. She is a Architect and the CEO of 'Arch'. She has designed numerous monuments and all are like a fine piece of Art. She is never loved by her parents, that's what she thought but there's more to the story to get revealed... She came to India from Greece to attend the wedding of her half sister but ended up being the bride herself. ˚⋆𐙚｡⋆𖦹.✧˚ "You can't make me wet even if you go down on me" I teased him. He smirked and took long strides towards me and held my both hands and pinned them on the head board. Then he leaned down and brushed his cold lips against mine and said huskily "I don't even need to go down on you pearl, I kiss you on your lips, you will go wet down there" he pressed a long wet kiss on my neck and I'm sure he left a mark there and with this he dashed out leaving me hot and bothered only for him. Do I like this proximity? NO... Hell YES,

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞✮ ⋆˙ The priest instructed him to apply the vermillion. He took a bit in his hand and paused just a few centimeters away from her forehead. He asked her in a slow voice, "Tara, bhar du na?" (Tara, shall I apply it?) "Nahi bharna chahte hain aap?" Tara asked, her eyebrows furrowed. (Don't you want to?) "I don't do divorce. Reh logi bina pyar ke?" he asked softly. (I don't do divorce. Will you stay without love?) "Pyar ke bina toh reh lungi. Lekin Rudra aap, Yuvraj aur Yashvi toh mere sath rahoge na?" Tara asked, smiling. (I can stay without love. But Rudra, will you, Yuvraj, and Yashvi stay with me?) ༻❁༺ As secrets are revealed, tangled destinies begin to unravel, changing relationships for better or worse. The story follows Rudra and Tara's intertwined lives, their healing, and the born-again power of love. [Translations in English are available.]

[Mature Content] What do you do when everything is taken from you? After being arrested for her involvement in drugs, Jaanvi's life seemed to reach the dead end. Her ex-fiancé, Arjun had called off the wedding and her parents had disowned her. The people whom she truly loved, gave up and she saw no possibilities of happiness in her life. Her true love was gone. Moving on from her first love was something she never thought could be possible. But getting trapped in the devil's possession, was a bigger challenge. Wrapped in his arms, she had no escape from his cell of love. Forcefully, she was trapped without a choice in the web of deceit. Sinfully crafted by the hands of the devil, Vikram was one of them who the devil was scared to mess with. But Jaanvi, managed to touch his darkest side. --------------- "You touched the wrong nerve inside me, Jaanvi." He gripped her throat and pushed her into the bed. He stared right into her eyes and unbuttoned his shirt hastily. His eyes were bloodshot, searing fires inside her soul. Jaanvi never imagined that she would see a day like this in her life. "I a-am sorry... Please don't do this." she cried. "I swear.... From this day onwards, you will regret every single second of your life. This is my promise." his words were like a lava burning into a bouquet of roses. Harsh to see and heavy to bear. Like a photographic image, his words managed to carve a spell on her life. Betrayal, affair, cheating and heartbreaks.... Crushed by every negative force in the world, Jaanvi had nothing but bitterness to offer. The love she saw in her life had led to nothing, but destruction. Will she ever succeed? What happens when a strong man meets a strong woman? Book 3 of the Jewel series. Can be read as a stand-alone. Warning: Mature Content - Harsh Language, Violence, force and sexual content. People below eighteen are advised to avoid this book.

The worst mistake that Sneha could do was to save a girl from getting assaulted. That is because the girl whom she saved was none other than the sister of the Mafia boss of Mumbai. Turned out that the mafia boss started doubting Sneha for being an accomplice of the assault. But, when her innocence was revealed, the unfortunate had already happened. The mafia boss had developed a beautiful infatuation with her. And, he would not stop until she is his. This is the story of Sneha, who comes from a humble family and wants to have a simple life. But, life threw her straight into the arms of a lively hurricane...the boss of Mumbai Mafia. How will she try to free herself from the chains of the man who is determined to have her in his life? Or will she succumb to his passionate desires? (Regular Updates) {Beginning: 1 Oct 2021}

He is darkness; she is his light He is the beast; she is his beauty He is Hades; she is his Persephone He is the king; she is his queen❤️ "ᴀᴀᴘᴋᴏ ᴄʜAᴀʜᴀɴᴀ ᴋᴀ ʜᴀQ, ᴀᴀᴘᴋᴏ ᴄʜᴜɴᴀ ᴋᴀ ʜᴀQ ᴀᴀᴘᴋᴏ ʜᴀꜱᴀɴᴀ ᴋᴀ ʜᴀQ, ᴀᴀᴘᴋᴏ ʀᴜʟᴀɴᴀ ᴋᴀ ʜᴀQ ꜱɪʀꜰ ᴀᴜʀ ꜱɪʀꜰ ʜᴀᴍᴀʀᴀ ʜᴀɪ, ᴊᴀᴀɴ!!!ꜱʀɪꜰ ʜᴜᴍᴀʀᴀ!!" _____ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 "ʏᴇʜ ᴢɪɴᴅᴀɢɪ ʜᴀᴍᴀʀɪ ɴᴀʜɪ ʜᴀɪ, ʀᴀɴᴀꜱᴀ, ʏᴇʜ ᴛᴏʜ ᴋᴀʙ ᴋɪ ᴀᴀᴘ ᴋɪ ɢʜᴜʟᴀᴍ ʙᴀɴ ᴄʜᴜᴋɪ ʜᴀɪ!!" ____ 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞

𝙋𝙇𝙊𝙏 𝙋𝙐𝙍𝙀𝙇𝙔 𝘽𝘼𝙎𝙀𝘿 𝙊𝙉 𝘼𝙐𝙏𝙃𝙊𝙍'𝙎 𝙄𝙈𝘼𝙂𝙄𝙉𝘼𝙏𝙄𝙊𝙉. 𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈, soft like monsoon rain - gentle but impossible to ignore. Graceful in her silence, resilient in her softness. Her smile blooms like dawn, even with a heart stitched from storms. She speaks in warmth, forgives like fireflies forgive the night, and still dares to believe in love. Anvesha is poetry in motion - fragile only in appearance, fierce in the soul. She is the kind of calm that heals what noise cannot. 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 , a quiet storm - composed, unreadable, with eyes that echo unspoken wars. Strength cloaks him like shadows at dusk, calm but never cold. His love isn't loud, but once given, it consumes - fierce and unwavering. He walks like a man carved from silence, yet his presence roars. Beneath the sharp edges lies a soul that once burned for love, still smoldering, still waiting to be seen again. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ They were never written in the same sentence, yet destiny kept placing commas where it could've ended. He was silence wrapped in steel; she was softness stitched with storms. And somewhere between broken hearts and borrowed time, they found a kind of love that didn't arrive loudly- it lingered like a secret prayer, echoed like a familiar song, and stayed like a home neither of them knew they were searching for. But not every love story is written in ink. Some are carved in scars. And theirs? The world will have to bleed a little to read it. Join the journey of Anvesha and Rudraansh in my book, 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄-𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝!

Heartstrings - Book 2 Can be read as a standalone "Tum pyar ke bina rah logi?" He asked, his eyes glistening with something I couldn't understand. Was he about to cry? Did I see tears in his eyes of was it just my imagination. I nodded, my love should be enough for us as long as we are by each other's side. "Shayad aapke bina nhi rah paungi par." I mumbled softly, not meant for him to hear but he did anyways. "Irisha," My name from his mouth gave me butterflies as I smiled at him, a full blown one and forwarded my hands to him. "Here, find your name in my mehndi. You win if you are able to find it and if you don't I win and as far as I know Veer Singh Raichand doesn't loose." He chuckled and then softly whispered, "And yet it feels like I am loosing to you." I opened my mouth to say something but the others joined us and I decided not to say anything as he easily found his name on the side of my ring finger and everyone hooted. 𓇼🐚☾☼🦪 Veer singh Raichand, is known for his reserved demeanor and icy facade. His family means everything to him, and he will go to any lengths to protect their legacy. Irisha mehra, a warm-hearted, free spirited girl who finds solace in her small bakery. Her family cherishes her, and her baked delights are her life. When fate orchestrates an arranged marriage between the 'one that shines brighter than the rainbow' and the 'one who who is immersed in darkness' their worlds collide in a storm of emotions. Veer, a man of few words, is baffled by Irisha's cheerful nature, which disrupts his carefully constructed life. Irisha, with her innocence and resilience, captures his attention and when hearts clashes, ruin is bound to happen.

Afterglow - Book 1 Can be read as a standalone "In a world where appearances often deceive and hearts remain shrouded in mystery, meet four remarkable souls on a journey unlike any other. 𓇼🐚☾☼🦪 Sia Singhaniya, a beacon of goodness with a heart as soft as the morning dew, daydreams and clings to the belief in fairytales, despite the hardships that have tested her resolve. Aavyansh Singh Raichand, the epitome of perfection, handsome, smart, and impossibly rich yet harboring an enigmatic, cold exterior that conceals the darkness of his past. The only ray of light in his world? Sia and his family. ⋆⭒˚｡⋆ Shraddha Sharma, a dreamer with a fire in her eyes, toils relentlessly to shape her own destiny, dismissing fairytales as mere fantasies. Shaurya Singh Oberoi, the life of the party, oozing charm and charisma, concealing the wounds of a heart in need of healing. 𓇼🐚☾☼🦪 As their worlds collide, Shaurya and Shraddha find a unique connection based on trust and belief. In a bustling metropolis, Sia and Aavyansh navigate the complexities of family and self-worth. Four resilient souls, each wearing a mask to face the world, their smiles a façade concealing profound scars. Can they find solace and love in each other's arms amidst life's trials? Will they script their own happily ever after, or are they destined to sabotage their shot at happiness? Prepare to embark on an extraordinary journey with Sia, Aavyansh, Shraddha, and Shaurya - a tale of love, laughter, and the relentless pursuit of a better tomorrow. Will they emerge from the shadows and embrace the chance for a brighter future, or will their pasts forever define them?"

BOOK ONE OF THE SWEET AND SOUR SERIES Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she found solace in her studies and books. Now at 25, Vanya stands at a crossroads when her mother asks her to settle down. For someone who has lost faith in love over the past few decades, marriage for Vanya was a needle lost in a stack of hay and so was allowing her mother to choose her a life partner. Taking matters into her own hands, Vanya decided a contract marriage would be the best thing to escape from the inevitable chaos. Enters Mahir Oberoi, 30 the CEO of an advertising agency. With beliefs as strong as a mountain and desires as dark as night, Mahir was always ready for whatever life meant to throw at him. But not this time. He wasn't ready for the sudden threat to his position, the prospect of marriage or the five-foot-two brunette that came slamming into him along with it. With the only thing common between the two being their passion for work, Vanya and Mahir found themselves at odds. But, as the saying goes, reality is fleeting. Amidst the sudden wedding and passionate bickering, Vanya and Mahir soon realised, that the beliefs they had all this time were wrong and the reality of it all was all too sweet since the beginning. Tied together into a marriage of convenience, read as how they turn their bitter everything into sweet nothings. ◦°•✩•°◦

!! 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦- 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !! " 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. " ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ I despised chaos. Loud annnoying noises that disrupted my peace. All I craved was serenity, a sanctuary from the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, she entered my life. she was a storm of chaos, who flipped my peaceful world completely upside down. I couldn't stand her. She was embodied chaos itself, and I was determined to despise her until the very end. But little did I know that her chaos would become the only essence of my peace. The chaos is 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯. I have had my fill of dictators in my life. Everywhere I turned, I encountered coldness. All I yearned for was warmth. The cozy feeling that wraps around you like a soft warm blanket after being drenched in the rain completely and going numb. I have already had enough coldness and dictatorship in my life and the last thing i needed was another person adding to it. He was the epitome of frigidity, capable of freezing you with a single glance. I despise dictators and the chilling aura they bring. And I absolutely despised him. I couldn't stand him one bit. But little did I know that the warmth I was so desperately searching for would be found in that Antarctica of a person. The dictator is 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤.