She came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞...𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. (English translation available.) 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐗 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 Her lips parted slightly, a whisper escaping before she could stop herself. "Abhimanyu Singh Rathore..." The man - Abhimanyu - looked up from her resume, his expression unreadable. "Akshita Mehra," he said slowly, as if tasting her name on his tongue. She sat straighter, pretending her heartbeat wasn't thundering in her ears. "So you're from Rishikesh, huh?" He leaned back again. His eyes gleamed with coldness. "So tell me, Miss Rishikesh... why should I hire you?" Her throat went dry, but she forced her words out. "Sir, my main focus will be on growth and development of the company-" He raised one eyebrow, cutting her sentence like a blade. "By fighting with the CEO?" A low chuckle slipped from his lips as he tossed the resume back on the desk. The sound made her blood boil. "You know what I want to do right now?" His tone turned sharper, colder. "Kick you out of my company. But... but..." He leaned forward suddenly, his elbows on the desk, his eyes boring into hers. Her breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze. "I have an offer for you, Miss Rishikesh." Her brows furrowed. "O-Offer?" "Yes. An offer to work as my P.A." Tropes: Boss × Personal Assistant Grumpy CEO × Sunshine Girl Cold, Short-Tempered Male Lead Soft-Spoken but Strong Female Lead Anger Issues with a Soft Spot Possessive Yet Protective Hero Enemies to Lovers Slow Burn Romance Office Romance & Workplace Drama Emotional Walls & Healing Love "Touch Her and Die" Energy He Softens Only for

"Royal Secrets (Shhhhh)" unveils the shadowy tale of a royal family, where the ancient palace of Rajgardh guards centuries-old mysteries within its walls. Secrets so dark they could have shattered generations, buried alongside long-gone kings, whisper through the corridors. Now, in the 21st century, a new king reigns-but he's an enigma, a puzzle wrapped in power. Is he a reflection of his ruthless ancestors, or does he hide something even more dangerous? Meet Rana Samar Pratap Singh, the King of Jaipur and a rising politician, recently crowned the youngest MP in the country. A heartthrob to the youth, a charismatic speaker, and a ruler who commands both throne and politics with ease. Yet beneath his charm lies a web of secrets. What has Rajgardh concealed within its four walls for the past seventeen years? And what of the forbidden, one-sided love story of Dhara, a humble maid of Rajgardh, whose heart beats silently for a king she can never claim? In this dark, royal, forbidden romance, every whisper holds a truth, and every shadow hides a lie. Shhhhh... some secrets are meant to stay buried. **Cast:** Rana Samar Pratap Singh Sisodiya Dhara Singh **Most Impressive Rankings:** #1- coldhearted (5-06-2025) out of 4.23k #1-thewatty2024 (17-O4-2025) #1 - Best Dark Royal Story #1 - WattpadIndian (10-08-23) #4 - Awards (08-07-23) #5 - Manan #10 - Darkstory

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐𝟐 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

For 18 year old Tara, the desert had never been kind. It was a cruel master-one that took more than it ever gave, leaving behind stories etched in sand: tales of survival. Tara was one of those stories. Abandoned by fate. Forgotten by the world. Forgotten by *him*-the man she had loved with every thread of her being, for whom she would have become anything. He throwed her aside as if she had never belonged to him at all, as if her love had been nothing but dust in the wind. But that was two and a half years ago. Now, she had changed-and so had her heart. She wasn't that girl anymore. Or so she thought. Because he wasn't finished with her. And neither was the desert. •••••••• This story is intended for mature audiences. If you're uncomfortable with erotica or themes involving forced relationships, I recommend skipping this book. Age-gap. 🔞🔞

I'll die instead of doing marriage but here I'm standing at door of his hell becoming the wife of the King of Mafia. He fisted my hair tightly and pushed me roughly and I fell down on ground. I look up and found men looking at me with lust I move my head back and look at him. " Remember one thing this is my territory and the one who has come here once, never goes back " the Devil said. I swear one day he'll himself let me go. ______ "You won't touch me" my voice come out confident like I wanted, he didn't answer me. " Why? Are you not man? " I mocked him with a slight chukle. Have you seen Saitan? I have and the moment I saw his eyes I know this is my end. Pure black colour. I just simply close my eyes and release my breath waiting for the consequences. It won't take much time and I feel a harsh grip on my hair like his is ripping them off he pushed me forward and I fell on something soft. " What did you said bitch? He growled in my ear, I just fisted the sheets. ____ " Move your eyes down" he growled at me. I bend according to his every wish, every demand neither raise my voice nor my eyes but now that's enough he took away the reason of my life now I'm not afraid of death. " Ab toh na yeh sar jhukega or na yeh ankhen" I said looking in his eyes I can see the strom rising in his deep charcoal eyes. { Now neither my head will bow down nor my eyes} " Bohot gurur hai tumhe bas kuch din, in kuch dino tumhare gurur le sath sath tumhe bhi tod denge" he said through clehched teeth stepping in closer to me establishing his dominance but I didn't move back. { You have so much ego just few days, in these few days I'll break you with your ego} " Dekhte hai " { Let's see} _____ I'm standing infront of his hell first time I was forced to come here but this time I come with my choice. " Swagat karo mera" I look at the huge iron door of his hell which is front of me. { Welcome me} " Tumhari maut aayi hai" I smriked. { Your death has come}

"When obsession knocks, it doesn't ask permission" Anya Singh Shekhawat lives a life full of luxury, power, and respect. She is the one and only daughter of a ruthless businessman-Vikram Singh Shekhawat. She walks gracefully in a world that adores her beauty, unaware of the dark secrets and dangerous desires that follow her every move. Years ago, Shivaay Singh Rathore burned for Anya with a passion so fierce it consumed him. But betrayal shattered his world, leaving him presumed dead. He rose from the ashes as a mafia king-the king of shadows, building his empire on blood and vengeance. Shivaay has returned from the dead, more powerful than ever, with a desire to claim 𝘼𝙣𝙮𝙖 as his. As Anya becomes lost in her father's sinister web of lies and traps, she says yes to marrying an arrogant man she hates. In the shadows, someone is watching, waiting, stalking. When secrets unravel and old wounds bleed fresh, Anya finds herself caught in a twisted waltz where love and obsession blur into one. Can Anya escape the dark web woven around her? Or will she surrender to the man who claims her body, her soul, and every last breath-whether she wants to or not? Read now and get lost in a world of dangerous passion, deadly secrets, and a love that refuses to die. _____________________⚚____________________ ❝𝓡𝓾𝓷, 𝓯𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽, 𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓲𝓼𝓽 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓽... 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓲𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓭 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓵𝓵 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓶𝓮, 𝓼𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝓪𝓵𝔀𝓪𝔂𝓼 𝓭𝓸.❞ _____________________⚚____________________ ⚠️ 𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿: This story contains mature themes, dark romance, intense theme, romcom and emotions. Reader discretion is advised. ✨ 𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗 𝗔𝗧 𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗢𝗪𝗡 𝗥𝗜𝗦𝗞

"When loyalty becomes a weapon, and love becomes a war..." 👑⚔️💔 Two kingdoms... Two ancient thrones carved in pride, vengeance, and secrets. And in between them - two souls destined to collide. 🌿 Vanshratngarh - a land of fire and discipline, where swords speak louder than hearts. 🌸 Devgarh - a kingdom of grace and shadows, where even a smile can be a trap. --- 🔥 ANIRUDH SINGH RAJPUT The silent flame. Heir to Vanshratngarh. A prince raised with blades, trusted no one - loved no one. But beneath that ruthlessly calm exterior, lives a boy who lost his mother to a betrayal that still bleeds. He believed war could give him justice. But what will he do when his sword trembles... in front of her? --- 🌙 KASHVINI RATHORE The forbidden heartbeat. Devgarh's crown princess - graceful as moonlight, deadly as silence. She was trained to serve her kingdom, But fell for a stranger she wasn't even supposed to meet. His eyes haunted her. His silence spoke louder than the world ever did. For 8 years, she wrote letters filled with a love no one knew existed. 📜💌 For 8 years, he never replied. Until one day... He answered. With war. 🩸🔥 --- As kingdoms crumble and loyalty is questioned, She must decide: Will she obey her bloodline... Or betray the world - for the only man who ever made her feel seen? And him? Will he burn down everything that wronged him - Or surrender to the one soul who could melt his fury? --- 💫 A saga of stolen thrones, poisoned pasts, and love that defies blood and destiny. 💔 A story where the enemy you were raised to destroy becomes the only reason you're still breathing. > "She was never meant to love him. He was never allowed to need her. But destiny? Has its own rules."

"𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐛𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐨, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐮𝐚...𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚." ~~~~~ Her breath was ragged as she ran through the night, the cold wind biting at her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest like a drum, every step haunted by the sound of his footsteps behind her. She glanced over her shoulder...his eyes glowed in the darkness, burning with a madness she couldn't escape. A low chuckle pierced the silence...his voice, smooth yet terrifying. "Running again, are we?" Her pulse quickened. She pushed harder, adrenaline coursing through her veins, but just as she reached the end of the forest, a cold hand wrapped around her arm, pulling her back with a force that sent her crashing against his chest. "Guess I have been too lenient on you." ~~~~~~ Dhriti Verma, a gentle and pure girl. Dhriti's kindness is her strength, but in a world dominated by darkness, it also makes her a target. Her heart is full of hope, but when she finds herself trapped in an unwanted marriage to Abhimanyu, her life turns into a nightmare. As his obsession turns to madness, Dhriti begins to realize that escaping him might be the only way to save herself-if she can survive the hunt. Abhimanyu Singh, a billionaire with eyes like ice and a heart colder than any storm, Abhimanyu is a man whose presence chills the air. Ruthless and terrifying, he controls everything around him with an iron fist. But behind his impenetrable exterior lies a dangerous obsession-one that has consumed him. His love for Dhriti is not love, it's possession, a twisted need to break her, to bend her to his will. To him, she is his prize, and he will go to any lengths-destroying anyone, crushing anything-that dares to stand in his way. Fear lingers wherever he goes, and for Dhriti, he is the storm she cannot outrun.