She was trained to protect lives. Not to marry into one that would never accept her. Riyanshi Rathore , a fierce and decorated police officer, has spent her life hiding the wounds of her past. Blamed by her only brother for the tragic death of their parents, she has no one - just her uniform, her pride, and a quiet ache for a family she believes she'll never have. When she's assigned to protect Vivan Singh Rajput, heir to one of India's most powerful royal-industrial families, her life takes a turn she never expected. Vivan is cold, untouchable, and ruled by tradition. He's never allowed a woman near him - except for his mother and sister. Riyanshi is the last person he wants shadowing his every move. But when his high-profile wedding falls apart in public scandal, Riyanshi is forced into an unthinkable position - to step in as his bride, not for love... but to protect his family's honor. She becomes Rani Riyanshi Singh Rajput, in name only. Welcomed by the royal family but Unloved by the man she married. Yet through her quiet strength, fearless loyalty, and unshakable dignity - she slowly wins their hearts. And soon, the man who once saw her as nothing... begins to crave her as everything.

Ira Ranawat lived a quiet, secluded life in London. She did bartending at night, was a librarian in the day. It didn't pay her bills, but money wasn't what she worked for. For her, life had always been bound to the four walls of her room. Being born in an influential family as a bastard child doesn't allow you much freedom. So, when she was set free, she took the chance and never looked back. The only rule she had to follow? Never step back in India. Easy, right? It was. Until one fine evening, at the stroke of midnight, the sturdy door of the club opened, revealing the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Ira made a mistake. She fell for the man she was never destined to meet, let alone find a happy ending with. And lo and behold, loving someone, as always, only took from her. Leaving her abandoned, again. Tragic, isn't it? Well, that's how all epic love stories end.

Just a Book that feels like this song from 90's :- "Pehla Nasha, Pehle khumaar, Naya pyaar hai, naya intezaar, Kar lu me kya apna haal, haye ye dil-e-beqaraar, Mera dil-e-beqaraar tu hi bata, Pehla Nasha, Pehle khumaar" (The first intoxication, the first hangover, This love is new, this wait is new, What should I make of myself, oh restless heart, My restless heart, you can only tell me, The first intoxication, the first hangover) Not a typical Arrange marriage story. The plot is rollercoaster. Looking for soft romance to clean your dirty mind, then you are at right place ARRANGE MARRIAGE First book of 'Was it was' series

What are the odds of a love happening between a man with failed parents and a woman who is a failed parent? In a normal setting, none. However, there's was no normal setting. When the second-in-line Prince of Jaigarh starts receiving death threats from a patient's husband he recently operated on, the royal palace goes into chaos. He's immediately appointed a bodyguard, who much to his chagrin, happens to be his brother's closest loyal. They don't see eye to eye. And they cannot stand each other. But bound to his brother's words, he accepts the woman, on a condition that she stays at least five feet behind him. And it was supposed to stay that way. Before he comes face to face with someone from the past, someone who had told him he'd die single. As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is how he ends up introducing his bodyguard as his new girlfriend who he's so besotted by. In a nutshell, it's a set-up. So what could go wrong? Turns out, when feelings get involved, everything. cover credit: @mystwhizzpuzz on IG

Nothing prepares you for heartbreak that lands only hours before your wedding. One moment you are celebrating the last hours of single life, smiling at a future you trust. The next, you are staring at proof that the man you love has betrayed you. He says he is sorry. He pleads. Yet the picture of love you held so tightly fractures in an instant. Sports agent Fiorella Barella has more than one truth to uncover, and with her closest friends beside her, she is ready to pull at every thread until the whole story unravels.

Important Note: This book is a sequel to Phobia and cannot be read as a stand alone. "Look at my wife, pretending she is single." "I'm not your wife!" She snarled. Rehan chuckled darkly and stepped forward, caging her against the wall, blasé to the party happening out in the hall. "Step back." "Make me," he leaned in, his dark grey eyes hooded with unquenched lust. "I'll scream." She threatened. "Do it." He dared. "With my name." A chilling smirk appeared on his face. She scoffed. "You're impossible." Rehan's eyes softened. "Not for you, Mea. Not for you." ------ When Valerius Siciliano, the infamous Tempter of Mafia fell in love, not as Valerius, but as Rehan Malik, the past he had tried to hide, let go of and bury six feet under, crawled back from dead, and caught him in the labyrinth of his own lies. He has lost her. His salvation, the only good in his life, no matter how bad she was for him. She promised she will never let him go, she broke it. Probably, she forgot. How bad, he did not. And he'll make sure she remembers it too. He is not something you can forget, he is a breathing calamity, a destruction, an incurable addiction. He needs her back. His Mea. She belongs to him. And hell will freeze over before he gives up on her.

Siya Raichand was protected, cared and loved all her childhood. She had a perfect family, a perfect house, and a perfect life. Until one fateful night. Now she didn't feel safe out of her father's arms, touch wasn't appreciated if it wasn't her mother's and eyes seemed to be holding alternate motive if it wasn't her family looking at her. Siya had long back realized world only believes what's on surface, never does it try to go beyond it. And she, she had a depth of an ocean that no one was willing to explore. She wasn't just the epitome of cruel smirks and cold glares, no, there was gentleness hidden within but no one seemed to believe that. So she didn't bother either. Because it didn't deserve what she was within, it deserved her ruthlessness and that's what she gave, in abundance. If it feared her eyes, she didn't stop herself from throwing daggers through her empty glares. If it feared her mouth, she retaliated with filthy words and sarcasm. If it feared her memories, she gave them nightmares to dream about. The world perceives her as a cruel, sanctimonious, greedy, and a sadist woman? Fine, that's what it'll get. And she was determined to live by that, had it not been him barging into her life with his eyes darker than grey sky, his smile gentle than moonlight, his touch tender than a rose petal and his lips, those damn lips, so fucking kissable, that always spoke with undaunted courage and leveled sarcasm. He wasn't intimidated like the rest of the world. He didn't entertain her status like the money sucking leeches did. He was him, and that was her favourite fucking thing about him. The moment their bare fingers had brushed and she felt her heart skyrocketing, in a good way, she knew she couldn't let go of him. He was her salvation. He was her medicine. He was her change. And he belonged to her. And hell would freeze over before she gave up on him.

Important Note : This book is a sequel to The Sinner and not a stand alone book. | • | Her love was like an unicorn. Something that he didn't believe in. Something that he didn't want to believe in. It was surreal, just like her. While he, he was someone who didn't even believe in the reality. But she managed to make him believe in her love. And she managed to make him believe in unicorns. He still remembers the depth of her brown eyes, it was a bottomless abyss. He remembers her gentle touch on his skin, it was a silken caress. And he remembers her smile, oh she held the entire universe in the uplift of her lips. Love for him before her was just a comfort zone. Now without her, without any promise or her bodily presence, it is still the reason that his heart races and emotions spiral in a whirlwind of ecstasy. Yes he has lost her, and he is hell bent on winning her back. But he has to Redeem himself before that, because he don't want to be The Sinner anymore. Content and Trigger Warning: This story depicts mental health issues, trauma, violence and self-harm.

Taken down at 10M+ views, 410k votes. "I am not a killer but touch another guy, he dies fucking even look at another guy he fucking dies-and you know I don't make false promises." "But wh-y the fuck would you do that?" I tried not to stutter but my voice broke a little. "Because you're off fucking limits." He hissed against my mouth. "You're mine, My girl." he said looking at my eyes, "As soon as you accept it, it will be better for you." ༺❀༻ paperback soon

A Man ruling the political world with his evil presence. A man with a face to fool the ones with eyes. A man with an army of his own. A Women raised in mud. Destined to be the wasp. But she holds bigger dreams and bigger intentions. That can end all. They say don't scare the one who don't fears, something same was Muqda, never scared. Never going to give up; Aamira is not going to fight a war that she knows she will never win. She choses to live in now. And when these lives were collide with the Agnivanshi brothers, how is anything which has never been in place itself will turn worser? Unimaginably.