BOOK 1 OF REDEMPTION SERIES Adhvait Singh Rajvanshi is a successful businessman.....at least, that's what the world believes. In reality, he's a dangerous and calculating mafia lord, hidden behind a mask of wealth and power. Vengeance drives him, and nothing, not even love, will stop him from destroying those who wronged him. When Rajesh Gupta, a man who holds a dark secret about Adhvait's past, forces him into a marriage with his daughter, Mishka, Adhvait's world shifts from one of ruthless control to a battlefield of hearts and lies. Mishka Gupta has adored Adhvait since she was twelve, but the man she's loved from afar vanished without a trace after their college days. When she finds out that her marriage has been arranged to the very same man, her heart soars. But what she doesn't know is that Adhvait is not the man she dreams of.....he's a weapon of destruction, and their marriage is part of a much larger scheme to tear her father apart. In the heart of a web of lies, power, and revenge, Mishka will learn that her love for Adhvait is the price she'll pay for her father's sins. And Adhvait? He will find himself caught between the man he wants to destroy and the woman who has unwittingly become the center of his dark plans. What happens when a love so pure collides with a desire for vengeance that runs deeper than blood? Can love truly survive in the shadow of a war that no one can win? The part two of this book has been published and completed! Do check it out, its the continuation of this book. https://www.wattpad.com/story/393812308-ashes-of-us

"How does it feel to see your love holding a weapon?" Hurt. Betrayed. A failure. That's everything Rajveer felt in that moment. Staring into Vanya's eyes, all he could see was hate. Ten years of waiting- ten long years of pain and unanswered questions-had led him to this. And now, he stood face-to-face with her, a woman he once loved, who now seemed to be his enemy. "I have waited for ten years... a whole fucking ten years just for this moment. Now, I will not let this slip away. The person standing in front of me is nothing but a murderer. I don't care about love anymore. If someone stands in my way, I swear, I won't hesitate to split their neck-even if it's my own love." But Vanya had her own battles to fight. Betrayed by the one person she trusted the most, her heart had turned cold. In Rajveer, she saw nothing but rage and vengeance. The misunderstanding that tore them apart years ago had left wounds too deep to heal. "How could the person who once promised to protect me be the one ready to destroy me? You don't understand, Rajveer... you never did. And now, all I see in you is a stranger with a sword." Love and betrayal collide in a storm of misunderstandings and heartbreak. As their paths cross again, will the truth finally come to light, or will vengeance consume what little remains of their love? Rajveer x Vanya CEO x Doctor Grumpy x sunshine Forced marriage

"Ye maine kya kiya... ye maine kya kiya... Allah! I ruined him.. Azhaan." [What have I done... what have I done... Allah! I ruined him.. Azhaan.] She fell to the floor. "I am sorry! I am sorry! Azhaan! I am sorry!" She cried her heart out. ________ Hareem was older than Azhaan, but he never cared. For him, age didn't matter. Love mattered, and he loved her beyond her imagination since they were kids. He always expressed it, but she never cared. His tease, his smile, his love-filled eyes only irritated her - but still he just kept loving her, quietly, year after year. Then one day, one misunderstanding, one lie she believed with her whole heart destroyed his happiness, his dream, his life, completely. He paid the price for the crime he never did. The Azhaan everyone knew was happy, full of life, always smiling. He laughed easily and loved without fear. But after that day, he changed. He stopped smiling. He stopped feeling. The boy everyone loved slowly disappeared, and a quiet, broken man took his place. Hareem doesn't know it yet, but she will find out the truth - and when she does, it will break her completely. Because by then, it will be too late to undo what she did. And somewhere in her guilt, something she never expected starts to grow - a quiet love for the boy she destroyed. A love she has no right to feel. A love she can never speak of. She watches him. Every day. Carrying a secret that could destroy his life even more if it ever came out. This is not just a love story. This is about guilt. About silence. About a girl who has to live with what she did - and a boy who lost everything because of a lie. ★★★★

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?

🌹✨ His Queen, His Cage ✨🌹 A Royal Dark Revenge Romance by @kiara_azira03 👑 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘧𝘪𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦. 🩸 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳. 💍 𝘈 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦. 🪷At 23, Shanaya Singhania thought she had finally found someone who saw her and not her father's name. Neel Kapoor quiet, charming, the man who became her safe place. The man who held her hand under the desert moonlight and whispered promises of forever. But promises shatter. And Neel was never what he seemed. Because behind the soft smiles and stolen moments... he was the King's deadliest weapon. The secret agent sent to burn her father's empire to the ground. And tonight, under the ancient mandir's sacred fire... he's here to make her His pawn. His revenge. His wife. 🔥 Neel Kapoor 🔥 The ruthless shadow of Maharaja Rudraksh Singh Raghuvanshi. A man carved from vengeance and violence. And the man who will drag Shanaya into a marriage she can't escape. "Tumhare Baap ne meri zindagi mujh se cheeni the, Shanaya..." He leans close, his breath burning against her skin, his sindoor-stained fingers gripping her jaw. "Ab main tumhari tumse cheen raha hoon." ⚔️ Between cult secrets, betrayal, and a fire that refuses to die... Shanaya realizes this isn't about love. It's about war. And in this war... she's the price. ⸻ 💔 He wants her trust. 🔥 He'll weaponize her heart. 🩸 And when the vows are taken... there will be no turning back. ⸻ ✨This is the second novel from the Empire of Obsession 📖 If you haven't devoured the first book yet... baby, you're missing the real sin 👀 😈 Buckle up, little demons this ride is gonna be bloody, filthy, and addictive.

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

"You can't just break into my room. If my father finds out, your family won't even have a body to bury. He will tear you apart," she growled, watching him lounge in her chair, casually leafing through one of her books. "Does your father know what kind of... guilty pleasures his innocent daughter keeps?" he asked, tracing a finger over a specific paragraph. She shook with rage, the mockery in his voice like a blade. He rose, crossing the room with the predatory grace of a demon closing in on his next meal. She held her ground, glaring daggers. "I will never give you what you want," she hissed. "My little cobra, trust me-if I don't have you, no one will." He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "You started this game of seduction without realizing what kind of fire you were lighting. Now, you'll burn in it." He gripped her jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. "You thought you were the hunter, Arshia. Now you'll learn how it feels to be the prey." 🔶 Arshia Khurana- The woman who never learnt to bow in front of anyone taking up on his father never learnt to forgive her enemies. She is spending her days in the shadow of the stalker she knows nothing about, her every step observed and recorded. She was known not only for her beauty but her sharp tongue and actions. Dakshit Duhan does not merely rule; he dictates the very gravity of his world. Where others scream for authority, Dakshit commands it with a silence so heavy it suffocates. He is the master of an empire built on the bones of his enemies, governed by a hatred so ancient and profound that it has replaced his soul, becoming his only absolute truth. When she saw him first, she knew her doom was near, for she wasn't able to look away again. Not knowing the danger she was willing to come across to when she crossed Dakshit Duhan who didn't just marked but consumed her very existence. 'She played with fire. He became the flame!'

"Samay ne unhe alag kiya. Samay hi unhe fir milaayega" 🪔🦚🐚🪕🦢 Some stories are written once. Theirs is written every lifetime. She is a filmmaker drawn to forgotten legends tales of star-crossed lovers, cursed rivers, shadow-beings, and divine echoes. Stories no one remembers... yet feel strangely familiar to her. Then there is him the man who appears in places he shouldn't, who knows paths she hasn't taken, and whose eyes hold a silence older than memory. Every story she uncovers pulls them closer. Every step they take awakens something the world forgot. And somewhere between past and present, dreams and waking, destiny and choice the Kaalchakra, the eternal wheel of time, begins to stir. Some bonds return with every birth. Some truths wait for the right moment. And some loves... refuse to end. KAALCHAKRA - a dark, timeless tale where myth bleeds into the modern world, and two souls walk a path written long before they were born

She knows that she loves him from her childhood but she doesn't know that is her biggest mistake . She thinks that he is love her that way she do . But it's her misunderstanding . The time more pass ..the distance between us more . He becomes rude and cold towards me and always insults me . He is not the one who i love . I don't why . In our children we used to play and make promises but now he is even disgusted himself if i touch his things ..... If you want to know what happens!! Then you should read. I can say this story doesn't waste time when you read it .. Male Lead : Aarav Oberoi. Female Lead : Meera Sharma. =========🍁🍁🍁🍁========= The cover photo is not my . I take the photo from Google. English is not my first language . So , ignore my grammar article mistake . It's my original story . So , don't cover it . Or i have to take steps .

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 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.