𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐱𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯 × 𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐓𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐢 Russian mafia×Indian girl Saanvi Tiwari♡ She is 20 years old, talkative and bubbly girl who argues like a child with everyone. In Banaras, there's not a single person she doesn't know. She's a kind-hearted soul who helps others, even in the smallest ways.She is the bright light of her family, bringing joy to everyone around her. Alexander Ivanov ♡ He is 29 years old russian mafia boss, who is extremely cruel to everyone except his family, always giving orders and getting whatever he desires, while being very possessive of his possessions.He never allowed the word "love" into his life and never humbled himself before anyone. Tropes: • Mafia Romance • Russian mafia and his brothers • Videsi • Desi x videsi • Age gap • He fell first, she fell harder

ROYAL SERIES #5 (Short Chapters) Don't forget to read ' WOUNDED VOWS ' & ' FATED LOVE ' before you start this story.... Life is a delicate balance, not simply a bed of roses nor entirely filled with thorns. It encompasses a journey of ups and downs, much like the vastness of an endless ocean. Advait Pratap Singh, 27, is on the cusp of becoming the king of Jaipur and the CEO of PRATAP Industries. He once held a beautiful dream of sharing his life with someone who captured his heart the moment he laid eyes on her. But a painful conspiracy shattered that dream, leaving him with a deep sense of loss and a soul as he navigates his future. Adrita Rajvansh, just 20, is the youngest daughter in her family and a college going girl. She has always viewed life through a lens of innocence and wonder, imagining it as a beautiful garden filled with roses, where she could play, chase butterflies, and cherish every vibrant color of the rainbow. Tragically, dark shadows have begun to invade her once-bright world, snatching away her joy. Can these two souls find a way to heal each other and rediscover hope amidst their pain? #1 2025(02/02/2025) #1 adultromance(23/03/2025) #1 adultlove(01/06/2025) #1 adultlanguage(21/08/2025)

ROYAL SERIES #7 If you are looking for a beautifully arranged marriage story, you've come to the right place. This story will not disappoint you. Aashwith Rajput is 28 years old and is soon to become the king of Jodhpur. He is the CEO of the Rajput Empire. His influence extends beyond Jodhpur; he is one of the richest men in India, wielding considerable power both in the financial market and among political leaders. Although he appears ruthless, arrogant, and merciless to the outside world, he is soft-hearted when it comes to his family. Little do they know that a man like him can easily be softened by just one person. Vishakha Singh Rathore is 23 years old, the princess of Udaipur, and has completed her undergraduate studies while pursuing additional degrees. She is well-mannered but has a playful and mischievous side. Known as the apple of her family's eye she hides deeper emotions that nobody seems to recognize. Join us as we explore how Aashwith and Vishakha discover each other...

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

Book 2 of "Arranged Marriage" Series Here is the story of a couple who were arranged to marry eachother. And lived together fighting, loving and caring. ✨She was the lightning to his thunderous life, which he never saw coming his way ✨He was the fragrance of love to her colourful life, which lacked it, which she never saw coming that too from her bestfriend's elder brother . . . . "DON'T FUCKING ACT IN FRONT OF ME....... YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING FOOL THAT YOU THOUGHT I WOULD BELIEVE THIS ACT LIKE MY FAMILY DOES... BLOODY GOLD DIGGING BITCH...." he shouted at me holding my arms in a tight grip "What are you even saying?" I asked as I am hell confused and tried to yank my hand back but his grip tightened "You wanted money right? So you become a Raizada by marrying me..... But listen to me very fucking carefully...... YOU ARE NO FUCKING ONE TO ME. I WON'T EVER ACCEPT YOU AS MY FUCKING WIFE AND DON'T EVEN THINK OF EXPECTING ME TO ACT AS A HUSBAND BECAUSE I WON'T" he yelled I don't know what he is saying but I am not tolerating this thing. He even called me a bitch. My arms are also burning by his hold. I am angry now. I took a deep breath calming down myself and said, "I don't know what you are saying-" "Of course you won't..... You are such a naive and innocent girl after all.... YOU ARE A FUCKING GOLD DIGGER, A WOMAN WHO MARRIED SOMEONE FOR MONEY AND-" "ENOUGH!!!!" I yanked my arms from his hold and pointed my finger at him "I don't know what are you referring to but you can't fucking say whatever the fuck you want... SO BE IN YOUR LIMITS" I seethed and at the end raised my voice. His eyes darkened and in a swift motion he held my wrists and locked it behind my back and held my throat in a firm grip "Raise your voice at me again and see what happens next" he said against my face. No against my lips. His breaths fanning my face..... . . . . . Arrogant x Sweet CEO x Professor South Indian girl Strong female and male leads Grumpy x Sunshine

A college romance... Aisha Sharma - A carefree, innocent, shy butterfly. She is less talkative but she did have friends back in her school but non of them were closest to her and currently she is going to start her college life. "But did she knew what her fate holds for her?!" Abhimaan Singh Shekhawat - A dominating man just in his last year of college. The son of one of the most richest man in the world. "He has set his eyes on her will he let her go?" "What will happen in their story? What will be the future of it?" Let's read to find it out~ Trope - Grumpy × Sunshine Untouched male and female lead Senior × Junior Dark romance Possessive and obsessive male lead Mafia × student Stalker romance Touch ger and you're dead.

**Contain mature scenes, strictly not for minors** Zandro Fontanella- being labeled as one of the young billionaires by Forbes magazine. His wealth, irresistible charm and good looks makes him the epitome of every woman's dream. Everything happens according to his liking. Well, that's what everyone thinks about him. Because the truth is... there's a void part of him that he's still searching for an answer. Ysabelle Finn- a woman who want a simple life. After all the misery she had been through in the past, all she want is to stay low to hide her biggest secret. A secret that will change everything!

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Aarna never thought two pink lines could shake her world. She stood frozen, staring at the test in her trembling hands. Pregnant. A word she had longed to hear, yet feared the most. Would he accept it? Or would he push her away again, just like before? The door creaked open. Her heart pounded. Sharad's sharp gaze met hers. "What are you hiding?" Her breath hitched. She wasn't ready for this. Not yet.

Vedha was holding her baby in her arms, her back resting against the inclined hospital bed adjusted for her comfort. The baby was nursing at her breast, tiny gulps filling the quiet room. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed the baby's forehead. She touched her daughter's tiny hands and feet, still in disbelief that this life had been growing inside her just hours ago-and now, here she was, her newborn nestled in her arms, suckling gently, a moment of pure, painful beauty cradled in her arms. "You are filth... an unwanted filth in my life," Vedha whispered. With that, she jolted awake. She was alone in her hospital bed, the dream fading into the sterile scent of the hospital room. Her mother, Radha, who had been sitting in the chair beside her, panicked at the sudden movement. "Vedha, what happened?" she asked anxiously. Vedha, still dazed, shook her head slowly. She glanced down at her breast-it was leaking milk. Her breasts felt swollen and painful. Her body had begun to produce milk. Even though she had rejected motherhood, her body hadn't. "Amma, look at this. Do something," Vedha said, her voice edged with discomfort. The urgency in her daughter's voice snapped Radha out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor," before hurrying out of the room. Inside the doctor's cabin, Radha explained the situation. The doctor listened patiently and then said, "Since you're already a mother of two, I don't need to explain to you the importance of breastfeeding. Try to convince her husband to bring the baby, even if just for a few days. It will ease her pain and be good for the child. If feeding isn't an option, we'll have to start medication to stop the milk production. The choice is yours now." Radha nodded thoughtfully and left the room. She had made up her mind to speak to Arjun-one last time.

The air crackled with tension as Emma uttered the harrowing words, "I was pregnant, Chris." The weight of her confession seemed to trigger something within Chris as if his internal system shut down the moment those words reached his ears. His throat felt parched as he struggled to comprehend the gravity of her revelation, his fists clenched tightly at his sides. "What do you mean you were pregnant?" His voice resonated with a mixture of disbelief and anger. Emma, visibly recoiling from his intense reaction, braced herself to disclose the truth about their son. She knew that delaying it any longer would only complicate matters further. Before she could continue, Chris lunged towards her, grabbing her and pinning her against the wall. The force of his actions caused her to wince from the pain that shot through her back and head. "Now," Chris demanded, his gaze piercing into her with fiery intensity, "start explaining yourself. You were pregnant? When?" His voice held a commanding edge as he pressed for answers. "It's been over a year, and Blue is six months old," Emma managed to say amidst the tension. "Blue?!" Chris's exclamation hung in the air, reflecting the profound shock and realization that washed over him. The story delves into the intricacies of the relationship between the billionaire, Christopher, and his mother's maid, Emma, and their secret child. As the narrative unfolds, it raises the question of whether Christopher will eventually reveal the existence of his secret baby to the world or keep the truth hidden forever.