Two women chasing peace. Two men willing to burn the world for them. Between justice and obsession, love finds its way. Each heart in this story breaks the rules. Each one... an Illegal Heart.

My Husband, My Tormentor I never imagined my life would take such a sharp turn. Everything seemed to be going well-I had escaped from my past to start fresh in a new country, a new city. But he ruined those plans. His entry into my life was unexpected-maybe even unwanted. I agreed to marry him, foolishly thinking he would tire of me and set me free, that I'd slip back into the life I'd dreamed of. But he flipped my world, locked every door, and cut off every path. Now, there's no way out. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go but back to him. Still, I cling to a sliver of hope. can I escape from him? Can I... or can't I? | | Mature content 18+| |

I never intended to become entangled in their politics- let alone in the bed of their prince. I crossed deserts and seas, driven by a single hope; to save my brother, the only family I have, from a foreign land. He was captured and chained by the King of Hind during our war of conquest. But to free him, I became bound to the man who snatched everything from me. The Prince whose very name fills me with rage: Rawal Ekagraj. A single night with him shattered my honor and binded me to a fate, I never chose for myself. As the crowned Empress of Arabia, I could never betray my people. Yet, he makes me falter. Why? His eyes-deep, dangerous, and impenetrable red eyes that pulled me closer to a destiny I could never escape. Now, I am his bride. A forbidden bride trapped by vows I never wanted and held captive in a kingdom that sees me as the enemy. I lived with the fear of dying any moment there. He was never meant to be mine, just as I was never meant to be his. If we ever fall in love, which was always impossible, it would be as forbidden as it is undeniable. Because it would set against my lucious world steeped in Magic, Betrayal and War. But Rawal was not the only danger I had to face. Something was there which I didn't know. Something which nobody knew. Something dark and destructible. And when it came- we all fell on our knees. It destroyed and shed rivers of blood. But someone was there who was still not satisfied. My past haunted me, my brother's life was slipping away, and the Prince- my captor, my enemy- became the only solace I knew. He seeks peace in me, and in his arms I feel a dangerous flicker of love. This is a tale of love, betrayal, and the ultimate battle between magic, loyalty, and destiny. How can two souls bloom when faith divides them? And when the moment comes to choose, will we sacrifice our hearts to honor the lands we came from? Or will we defy fate itself to survive its wrath?

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK Sara Rajawat has walked half her journey for vengeance alone. Things are getting tougher. More dangerous. More brutal. She might not be prepared to control the tsunami of consequences threatening to engulf her. So he steps in. With a wedding ring in his hand. Her ex-husband, the King of Jaigarh, a man feared by all, defied by none. And offers her his power, his throne, his sword, wanting nothing in return. Or so she is made to believe. Because once the Queen obliterates all the pieces on the board, the King is taking her for himself. *Content and Trigger warning: gore language, violence, graphic description of sex, mentions of suicide, past trauma.

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK In the wake of her return to her home country, Sara Rajawat wanted only two things: to help her brother achieve his revenge, and get started on her own. In the span of twenty years, she had very meticulously planned out the five cold blooded murders of the five monsters who had stolen the light of the day from her sister's eyes. It's time, for once, she sleeps peacefully now. But then enters Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, her ex husband, with a set of his own questions, still wearing their wedding ring. In the six months they were married, he had never glanced at her, let alone speak to her. Except for when they fought, with weightless things and hateful words hurled at each other so loud even the palace walls had shuddered. Their marriage was a disaster, and the only sane decision was to walk out of it. So what makes him think she owes him any explanation? But if she knows one thing about her ex-husband apart from being an uptight and the most unempathetic person to ever walk on the face of the earth, then that he's stubbornly in hate with her. She knows nothing about where his hatred stems from, neither does she care. She never did. He is an insignificant fragment of her past, and she wants him to stay as such. But maybe that's exactly what's keeping him hooked to her. Because Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, for anyone, is unforgettable.

Rudra Rana Singh Rawal was abandoned at the age of two. Stolen name. Stolen identity. Stolen crown. He has lived the life of a thief despite being a Prince. There's only one thing he is surviving for: Revenge. And there's only one person he's living for: His Esther. Who's more important? The reason that's keeping him alive, or the reason he hasn't given up for? He's afraid he'll have to steal one to win another. But revenge is a war. It cannot be stolen. It should be won. And this time, he's determined to rise as a winner. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse, child molestation, and suicide

Taranya Singh Chauhan stands between two truths. Both wearing a mask. Which one will she believe? The one wearing the night, or the one doused in light? Will she make a right choice? Or will she make a choice at all? *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse, child molestation, and suicide. Cover Image SRC: Pinterest Cover Image Credit: © Mike Heath

Secret: The most fatal weapon of the mankind. But careful, for it depends on whether you're capable of wielding it. Taranya Chauhan never was. She wasn't ready for the world awaiting her, neither for the secrets it held. But when she was shoved headfirst in it, she knew she had to swim up to not drown. Now it's a matter of time before she finds out who's pulling her underwater and who's helping her on the surface. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse and child molestation.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

Their love was forbidden, bound by social violations and silenced by class differences. She was like an angel but was pushed into a dark world and she found it better to accept death than to accept its reality. He belonged to a rich family who knew how to buy things, gems and people with the power of money. She was an entertainer of men and he was very famous among women. She had no right to refuse. He had the right to make his own choice. Her wings were clipped and she was never able to fly. He was free and could make his own decisions She was the life of the party. And his presence added colour to the gathering. She was Pari of the brothel. And he was the king of the palace. Different worlds. Different society. Different surroundings. There was only one similarity, both were alone. The moment his eyes fell on a tender flower he decided that she would just amuse him, attend him and be touched by him only. She always found the looks of men dirty, but he was the only one whose gaze made her feel incomplete if they did not fall on her.