"How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

MATURE: 18+ When destiny calls, even a princess must face her fate... Avantika Indravati Solanki, is the beloved princess of Solankgarh, celebrated for her grace, intelligence, and beauty. But her whole world shatters with a single tradition. The swayamvar. She's not ready to be bound to a stranger, risking life as a mere prize, a political pawn, or worse-a wife among many. This is not the life she imagined. Vishnuvardhan Devraya, the Yuvraj of Devgarh, is beloved by his kingdom, fearless in battle, and admired by all. An obedient son and a doting elder brother, content with his duty. He was never supposed to attend her swayamvar. But an unexpected glance. One Arrow. One stolen moment. Ignites a fierce fire. Their worlds collide, yet love in the shadow of duty is dangerous. With kingdoms on the brink of war, and enemies lurking in every corner, their hearts may pay the ultimate price. Duty. Love. Fate. War. This is the story of Rajkumari Avantika and Yuvraj Devraya-where love is fragile, passion is a weapon, and destiny alone will decide who survives... and who loves.

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 - 𝔄 𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔫-𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Krish Rathore, the college golden boy, always got what he wanted. Fame, a glittering cricket career... and Riya Mehra. But Riya was different. Fierce, guarded, and terrified of love. She hated him when they first met. Yet despite herself, she came to see him as the light at the end of her tunnel. They once had everything: love, passion, and a future that burned bright. Until fate tore them apart and left nothing but ashes behind. Seven years later, Krish is a national cricket superstar, adored by fans and haunted by scandals but missing the one thing he truly desires. Then Riya walks back into his life with a tiny little surprise. But this isn't a sweet reunion. This time, they hate each other. This time, the wounds run deeper... and the fire burns hotter. And yet, beneath the anger and the bitterness, the spark refuses to die. One look. One touch. One scandal. And everything they buried threatens to explode. Bound by a marriage of convenience, can two people who burn each other alive find a way to love again? Or will the past consume them before their love can ignite once more? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #4 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Sitara Bose is the quiet storm. The girl with glasses, the one who always plays the side character in everyone else's story. She's endured more than her share of storms. Cruel betrayals, relentless bullying, and the sting of broken trust. But no matter how many times the world tried to break her, she refused to fall. Rudraksh Suryawanshi is a man who thrives in control. A ruthless businessman with a past buried under layers of secrets, he carries a darkness that no one dares to uncover. But the moment he lays eyes on Sitara, something inside him snaps. She's his angel, his obsession, his only desire. There's just one problem: She's meant to marry his brother. As the wedding looms closer, fate twists in ways neither of them expects. Betrayed by those she once trusted, Sitara is left shattered. But Rudraksh has already made his choice. He will have her, no matter the cost. As tension simmers and boundaries blur, their connection becomes an unstoppable force, dark, passionate, and inevitable. But with every stolen moment, every heated glance, they walk the fine line between love and destruction. Did the stars align for them, or were they doomed from the start? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

"Why do you even like me, Zayan?" "I'm a spoiled Woman with too many shoes and zero capacity for real feelings." "Fuck the shoes, Aiyanna." "I like the fire. The tantrums. The way you walk into a room like it belongs to you." "You make chaos look like art. You're not just worth it, Aiyanna. You're it" - - - Aiyanna Acharya was born with everything-money, fame, and the kind of beauty that turns heads without trying. At 22, she's a spoiled, sharp-tongued supermodel with a designer closet, millions of followers, and zero patience for men who think they're special. Until him. Zayan Oberoi is seven years older, unfairly handsome, and dangerously charming. A former Air Force pilot who'd rather chase the sky than headlines, he has a smile that disarms and timing that's always perfect. Their families are best friends. Their paths were always meant to cross. To her, he seems like a stranger with an irritatingly perfect smile. To him, she's the girl who ruined every woman after her. He flirts. She scoffs. He calls her Love. She rolls her eyes. But Zayan never plays a game he doesn't intend to win. And when charm meets chaos, someone's bound to fall.

When two strangers cross paths, neither expects the kind of spark that could set their world on fire. Rishi Sehgal isn't just a man-he's a presence. A London-born heartthrob with deep roots in Delhi and Hyderabad, he walks the tightrope between old-world charm and modern grace. At 27, he's built a life many only dream of-confident, magnetic, and always in control. But even he can't predict what happens when fate throws him into Aarna's orbit. Aarna Hegde is a storm wrapped in sunshine. The youngest daughter of one of Hyderabad's wealthiest families, she's spoiled, yes-but self-aware, razor-sharp, and never sorry about who she is. She doesn't chase trouble. She is trouble-with a smile that stings and eyes that dare. Their worlds collide at the bachelorette of Aarna's sister and Rishi's cousin in Hyderabad. For Rishi, it's another family event. For Aarna, it's her spotlight. But between stolen glances and teasing sparks, something real begins to rise. He wasn't planning to stay. She wasn't looking for anything real. But love doesn't ask-it entangles, it tests, it ties knots around hearts and refuses to let go. And as wedding season spins on, so does their fate-twisting, burning, binding. They were never looking for love... But sometimes love finds you. Wild, messy, electric-and impossible to undo.

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.

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 From high school politics to running a nation, she's always been a master of manipulation, using her wit and tactics to navigate the dark world of power. Unbeknownst to her, someone has been watching-ruthless ruler who despises politicians. When their worlds finally collide, a dangerous game of manipulation and strategy begins. Will she outsmart him, or will he claim victory in their battle for control? Or will they let their guards down for the first time? 𝗔𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗕𝗮𝗶𝗴 𝘅 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘀