Krutarth Raichand - is a man of logic, cold hard cash, and iron-clad discipline. In the boardroom, he is the "Ice King"-formidable, untouchable, and entirely devoid of sentiment. He built his empire from nothing, and he has no intention of letting "messy emotions" compromise his fortress. Preksha Mehra - was born into the lap of luxury, but she didn't stay there. Cast out by her elite family and forced to trade her diamonds for double shifts, she has transformed from a pampered princess into a woman with a "spine of steel." She doesn't want charity, and she certainly doesn't want the mercy of the family that abandoned her. She only wants a future for her son. Then there is Anay. At five months old, he is the only person on earth who can make the great Krutarth Raichand freeze with a single tug on his expensive silk tie. With his chubby cheeks and soulful eyes, Anay is the silent bridge between two guarded souls-one who refuses to love, and one who is afraid to trust again. ​In a world of corporate wars and family betrayals, can a cold billionaire and a resilient mother find common ground? Or will their pasts tear them apart before they realize that their hearts now beat for the same tiny human? Kya hoga ​Jab inhe milawayegi ek nanhi dhadkan.

She was never loved. Not by the world. Not even by her own father the man who tried to sell her when she was only seven. Growing up unwanted, she stopped asking for fairy tales. She stopped believing in miracles. All she ever wanted was simple to be chosen. To be kept. To be loved just once in her life. So when marriage came, she thought maybe this was it. Maybe this was her escape from a childhood filled with betrayal. Maybe her husband would finally see her worth. But she didn't know the truth. The man she married wasn't looking for love. He was looking for revenge. Haunted by the death of his parents, he vowed to destroy the man responsible. And when fate placed the daughter of his enemy in his hands, he made a promise she would suffer for her father's sins. To her, he was hope. To him, she was punishment. In a marriage built on revenge and innocence, can love survive? Or will hatred burn everything before it even begins?

A 28-year-old heir to the throne of Rajasthan..bound by law, discipline, and a heart turned cold..never believed in love... until he crossed paths with her. A girl born within the suffocating walls of a brothel, where dreams were forbidden and dignity was stolen. Yet she dared to be different. A prostitute's daughter who dreamed not of escape alone, but of becoming a doctor..of healing lives in a world that never cared to heal hers. But fate was cruel. Her dreams were shattered the day she was forced into a marriage she never chose... bound to the very man destined to rule a kingdom. A queen in name, yet a prisoner of expectations. A title forced upon her, a life she never desired. The world judged her. Questioned her worth. Mocked her existence. And he... remained distant, bound by duty, blinded by pride. Will this forced marriage survive the weight of truth and pain? Will she ever reclaim her dreams... her identity... her justice? And will a man who never believed in love... learn to love her?

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

(His series #book 1) And suddenly SHE became the only thing that consumed me whole. I shouldn't be in love with her. Not after knowing that she is not my type. But yet I did, insanely that consumed me whole. But what about her??? Will she ever love me after the things I have done to her, will she ever accept my love for her, will she ever give me a chance to prove myself to her, will I ever have her in my life after those miserable things I have done in our relationship??? :⁠‑⁠) Mira Nagar, A sweet innocent girl with a soft heart who is a village girl. After she turned 19 her parents decided to get her married to an landlord from their village, who is already 4th time of her age at the verge of dying, but for money they became soo greedy that they decided to get married Mira to that old man. But what they didn't know was that this marriage is going to change the life of Mira for forever. Ashrit Rathore, CEO of Rathore textiles, a not soo sweet guy complicated with many morals and rules of his own. He believes in hardwork and because of his hardwork Rathore Textiles became India's most famous Textiles company, he is a workoholic and barely manage to come home he mostly stayes out of the country. What will happen when he will visit his maternal grandfather house for a marriage and got stuck in an unwanted marriage. Give this book a chance to know more about this story.

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

"TUMHE LAGTA HAI TUM MUJHSE DUR BHAAG SKTI HO"? ...Thud!!! she slapped him hard on the face "WRONG MOVE JAAN" Troupes:- •Grumply x sunshine •Enemies to lovers •Dark romance •Strong MML & childishFML(only for her loved once) •Touch her or even look at her in disgust way means dig your own grave!! This story is just a fictional one, it has nothing to do with reality!! And this is my first story, so I don't know how to write a story, it just came to my mind and I started writing this story...!! "Wanna know what happend after that slap"...?? If yes then read this story to know about what happend..!! Start:-21 September 2025

An aarange marriage story of abhimanyu and aaradhya.🧡 Yaduvanshi Haveli does not forgive mistakes. And tonight- Aaradhya forgot her veil. She steps out of their room in a soft cotton saree, hair loose down her back, sindoor bright in her maang, unaware that the air itself has shifted. Then- A voice behind her. Calm. Measured. Not loud. "Aaradhya." She freezes. Not because he shouted. Because he didn't. She turns slowly. Abhimanyusingh Yaduvanshi stands at the end of the corridor, hands clasped behind his back, eyes steady. The kind of steady that doesn't blink. His gaze does not move to her face first. It moves to her uncovered head. A pause. Then he walks toward her. Unhurried. Each step deliberate against marble floors. She instinctively lifts her pallu halfway, flustered. "Woh... main bas paani lene-" He stops in front of her. Close enough that she can smell sandalwood and authority. He gently takes the loose end of her saree from her trembling fingers. Not harsh. Not angry. Precise. He lifts it himself and places it over her head, adjusting it carefully until it shadows her forehead. His fingers linger for one second too long. Then he speaks softly. "Tumhe pata hai, is haveli mein ghunghat sirf kapda nahi hota." She swallows. "Ji..." He tilts his head slightly. "Yeh maryada hoti hai." His thumb lightly presses the edge of the veil near her temple. "Yeh izzat hoti hai." She lowers her eyes automatically. He leans closer. His voice drops, almost intimate. "Yahan ki auratein bina ijazat dhoop tak nahi dekhti... aur tum bina ghunghat dehleez paar kar gayi." It isn't a threat. It's information. She whispers, "Galti ho gayi..." "galti ki saza bhi milegi, Aaradhya" "is saza ke baad aap kabhi bhul ke bhi galti nahi kar payengi " Trope✨ arrange marriage arranged by him obsession addiction mature content

Suddenly the door to the closet opened and Vivaan stepped inside ruffling his hairs, sighing. He looked up and stared at me. "What?" His hard voice echoes on the silent atmosphere. "Why haven't you changed yet?" His voice goes rough suddenly. "Are you waiting for me to take off your clothes and provide you with the pleasure of our first night" Hearing him my eyes go wide. ☘︎☘︎☘ When only pain remains, will your heart skip a beat? She was ready to heal his broken soul because she knew that behind the façade of his Nightmare self, he was just a broken person trying to survive battles of his haunted past. But what she didn't knew that there was a lot more pain she has to suffer in her journey. Maybe pain was what that bonded them together ☘︎☘︎☘︎ • book one in the billionaire's obsession series ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀs sᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏɴᴇ

"If I hate something, would you hate that too?" she murmurs, eyes lifting to his like she's asking for a vow. Alonzo doesn't even blink. "Abso-fùćking-lutely. I wouldn't just hate it- I'd destroy it." She exhales, a tiny shaky breath. "And if I love something... you'd love that too?" His jaw flexes. "Depends." "Would you love it for me, Alonzo?" she repeats. "...I can try," he whispers, like it's the closest thing to surrender he's ever given anyone. "I love you, Alonzo." ◇◇◇ We all have heard the stories of mentors and students. Of knowledge passed down, discipline shaping ambition. But what happens when the mentor is more than what he appears to be? He is Alonzo Accardi, the youngest managing partner of Accardi Law Firm. Brilliant, Cynical, Unreadable. In boardrooms contracts are signed under his name, some written in ink, some in silence and some in blood. She is Iraanya Kashyap, sent to his mansion to prepare for her Law exam under his guidance. She thrives on feral curiosity and pure recklessness. And yet, in her defiance, she finds herself entangled in codes she isn't aware of, written on paper and power. She is not only a student. He is not only a tutor. This is not only a lesson. And many questions are yet to be answered. Together they step in a world where knowledge is not innocent, where lessons leave scars and where every answer only sharpens the question. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚