Nandhi Shrivastavnot, born in the sacred lanes of Banaras, where every breath feels like a prayer-lives for one thing: her devotion to Shivji. Love, for her, is pure, selfless, and divine... something she gives without ever asking for it in return. Rudra Singh Chauhan is everything she is not. A man hardened by life, who doesn't believe in love, faith, or God-because to him, belief only leads to pain. Two souls, completely opposite, yet bound by the same fate. A girl who sees God in everything... And a man who refuses to see anything at all. When their worlds collide, her unwavering faith begins to shake his disbelief, while his darkness tests the strength of her devotion. Will her love be enough to make him believe? Or will his broken reality destroy everything she stands for?

𝗔𝗡𝗨 𝗔𝗠𝗘𝗬 𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗟 A girl with a soft smile and eyes full of secrets. Innocent. Graceful. Loved by everyone. A Maharashtrian girl raised in Rajasthan, cherished as a daughter, protected as a sister, admired as a friend. No one ever suspected the strength she carried. No one ever imagined the storm she was becoming. All she wanted was freedom. What she got instead... was a destiny tied to danger. 🖤 𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗬𝗨𝗧 𝗥𝗨𝗗𝗥𝗔 𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗬𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜 A man born into royalty, power, and shadows. Cold. Controlled. Untouchable. To the world, he is a respected businessman - one of the youngest billionaires of the country. To those who know better, he is a ruler who never forgives betrayal. There are only two things Vidyut Suryawanshi bows to - his family... and his responsibilities. Love was never part of his plans. Until he forced the fate to place her in his path. ❤️❤️ After I finished, I stood up. "Done." He held my hand, bent slightly, and kissed my knuckles. "Thank you, wifey." I rolled my eyes. "Welcome, husband. And keep the kit back." I had barely reached the door when an idea struck. I turned back, walked up to him sweetly, wrapped my arms around his neck. "Vidyut ji... I wanted to say something." His hands went to my waist instinctively. And then- Rip. I pulled off the button I had just stitched. His eyes widened. "ANU?!" I laughed and ran. "This is your punishment for lying to me!" Behind me, I heard his voice - amused, dangerous, and very certain. "Run while you can, Mrs. Suryawanshi."

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.

Adirath Singh Rathore × Sanskriti Sharma Healed Hearts Series: Book 2 Can Be read as Standalone Adirath Singh Rathore, the Hukum of Rajasthan. A king feared by men and obeyed by institutions, Adirath lives by unbreakable rules forged by witnessing cruelty within his own family. He despises lies, refuses emotional dependence, and believes love is a weakness capable of destroying order. Sanskriti Sharma, a girl blamed for her mother's death, starved of affection, denied safety, and surrounded by men who either ignored her suffering or exploited it - learns early that survival means becoming invisible. Her only protectors are her brother, Rohan, and her nani. And when her nani dies, the last shield disappears. Their worlds collide through fate and force. The first time he sees her, something primal awakens inside him - an instinct to claim, to protect, to make her his own. He forces her into marriage. It is a story about power being undone by gentleness - and a woman learning that love does not have to be earned through suffering.

*Multiple couple*~ Raizada. The name itself sends shivers down the spines of all of Rajasthan. Feared and respected in equal measure, they are the ruling family of the land-descendants of kings, heirs to power, and guardians of legacy. REYANSH SINGH RAIZADA - the soon-to-be king. Ruthless, feared even by his own family, yet soft and protective with the one person who owns his heart completely-his baby sister. For her, he would lay down his life without a second thought. ------ RITVIK SINGH RAIZADA- the quiet storm. An introvert to the core, but dare anyone threaten his family and he becomes an unstoppable force. His sister is his world, his princess, and he would kill without hesitation to protect her. ------ RUDRANSH SINGH RAIZADA - the heart of the trio, the unpredictable heir. He treats you the way you treat him. Step into his favor, and you are safe; cross him, and it might be your last day on earth. His sister holds the key to his heart-his soft spot, his everything. ------- One sister. Three brothers. And she is the most important person in their world.✨

"𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬." ⋆˚࿔ 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 ⋆˚࿔ ᥫ᭡𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬ᥫ᭡ Fate writes everyone's story, doesn't it? Fucking bullshit.He wrote every damn chapter of her life, etched her name into his heartbeat, and left her burning in his story. Five years ago, something happened, and everything fell apart. He chose revenge. She lost everything. And two other hearts never even got the chance to begin. Now, fate drags them back into a story that was never truly over. Unspoken truths, unforgotten wounds, and secrets buried so deep even they don't know they exist begin to surface. This isn't just about broken love, it's about a past that's been waiting, written long before they ever met.A past that binds them in ways they could never have imagined. To the world, they are power, pride, untouchable legacy...but beneath the surface, it is the 𝕾𝖎𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙 that hold them together... and threaten to tear them apart. Step into 'Sins of Heart', where secrets, betrayals, and a love that refuses to die collide. When old wounds bleed and forbidden desires awaken, will The Reckoning set her free... or prove she was always his?

𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨... 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮. "𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙈𝙚𝙝𝙧𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙨, 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙮𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙋𝘾𝙊𝘿, 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙗𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙪 𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 - 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛𝙛

तुम्हें पाकर ना खोने का जूनून सर पे है, कब से है मुझे नजरों में रखलो तुम कहीं कहना ये तुमसे है तुम्हें अपना बनाने का जुनून सर पे है, कब से है सर पे है, कब से है ~Dhwani Love, It used to be a word I could say without fear. Now it lives only inside me, unspoken, unheard, but painfully alive. Sometimes I wonder if love truly needs a voice. Can't it exist in glances, in silent understanding, in the way a heart reacts without permission? And then there is Shlok. I don't know when my feelings began to shift. Maybe it was in the small things, the way his eyes soften when he forgets to guard them, the way his presence changes the air around me. He may never see it. How could he hear what I cannot say? Yet my heart still dares to hope. Not for dramatic confessions. Not for perfect romance. Just for one thing. That one day, he won't see my silence as a limitation... but as a part of me worth loving. ~Shlok I always believed it was built on conversations. Late-night talks, shared laughter, words that bridge distances. Love, to me, had a sound, a voice, a rhythm, an exchange. And then there is Dhwani. She stands before me like a question I was never prepared to answer. Her silence used to unsettle me. I mistook it for the absence of expression, of connection, of everything I thought a relationship required. I told myself I could never belong in a world where words could not flow freely. But lately... Something feels different. There are emotions in her eyes I cannot ignore. A quiet strength in the way she carries herself. A strange pull that makes me pause, makes me notice, makes me rethink things I was once so certain about. When she looks at me, there is no demand. No accusatio

Two strangers One unwanted marriage. Now, fate binds them together in an arranged marriage neither asked for. He wants nothing from this relationship-no love, no emotions, only silence. She still dares to hope, to believe that maybe... love can return. Between cold stares, painful pasts, and unspoken feelings, their story unfolds. A journey from betrayal to trust, from distance to desire, from strangers to soulmates. Because sometimes, the love we stop searching for... finds us again.