This is a story of four brothers. The brothers who are ready to sacrifice their lives for each other in childhood but what will happen when they grow up and find their partners. Will their partners also understand their love for each other or Will they try to create conflict between them? It is a multicouple story. The story will involve brotherhood, bromance and romance at the same time.

A child marriage they never asked for. A future they never expected. She was just 13, he was 15, when their fates were bound by family and tradition. He walked away. She waited. Now she's 18, finally sent to live with the husband she barely knows... And he's 20, more distant, more bitter, and completely uninterested. To him, she's invisible. To her, he's everything she was promised-but never had. Will the boy who left ever become the man who stays? Can a marriage born in silence... ignite into something real? Child Marriage Hate-to-Love Invisible-to-Irresistible Forced Proximity / Living Together "Touch Her and You Die" Vibes Possessive Jealousy Slow Burn Obsession

He was death incarnate. She was life he never asked for. Shivatya Bodil is one of the oldest, most dangerous true vampires in existence, untouchable, feared, and entirely uninterested in the ancient blood-bond tradition that ties male vampires to human mates. He's spent centuries mastering his hunger, burying his instincts, and keeping his monstrous urges at bay. Until Pranavi Mukherjee enters his life. She's the granddaughter of a dying employee... and Shivatya's fated mate. Young, sheltered, and far too human, 21-year-old Pranavi is everything Shivatya never wanted, soft where he's hard, innocent where he's brutal, warm where he's ice. He's tasked with protecting her until she's ready to become his bride, but every moment near her awakens something primal, something vicious. He doesn't want her. He shouldn't want her. But he craves her in ways that terrify even him. Pranavi grew up pampered, adored, untouched by darkness, until her grandfather's death shatters her world and leaves her at the mercy of a cold, controlling stranger with eyes like obsidian and secrets darker than night. Their paths should never have crossed. But fate, and blood, don't care what either of them wants. Can Shivatya keep his monster caged... or will Pranavi become the one temptation he can no longer resist?

#book1ofBrokenseries "She took her sister's place at the altar... and his heart burned with vengeance." The book contains mature content Violence and explicit scenes, so kindly read accordingly. #2India 17/9/25 #19 forcedmarriage #93 indianromance

Twenty-four-year-old Kashvi Acharya doesn't want to get married. Especially when she's at the turning point of her career. She wants to work, progress her career and build a life for herself beyond the confines of home and kitchen- unlike the women in her family. Definitely no marriage in her plans right now. Unfortunately, her conservative family didn't get the memo. Now Kashvi finds herself in a dilemma, be the obedient daughter that she always has been and marry the handsome stranger who fascinates and scares her at the same time... or run away to her freedom. Just so you know, latter option comes with a certain jilted groom who might be out for a revenge. ***** Excerpt: "Antarang," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I'm sorry I hurt you." My words shattered the moment. The Rage and hatred in his eyes were back. My heart clenched. His grip on me tightened, almost hurting me and grounding me in a reality I didn't want to face. "Princess," he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. The once-affectionate pet name now sounded like a curse, and I hated the way it made me feel-ashamed, broken. "Your sorry doesn't mean shit. You made your choice and now it's time to pay for it." Before I could respond, before I could process his words, he released me. My knees buckled slightly, and I pressed against the wall for support, trying to catch my breath. By the time I looked up, Antarang was already gone. *****

Rabya was unwillingly tied up in a knot of marriage with the only son of a big Zamindar; Adhrit Singh Chauhan. She once had a happy life, trying to achieve her dreams in the metropolitan city by striving to become independent so that she can financially support her family. But then, her one mistake and she was forced to marry Adhrit who's a decade older than her and lives in that regressive part of a small town in Uttar Pradesh where girls are not even allowed to step out of their house. Will Adhrit ever be able to be loved by his wife? Or will she always remain his unwilling bride?

"Every time I look at you, I forget the parts of me that are missing." Malarvili never expected her quiet getaway to unravel into a whirlwind of emotions. As a wedding planner, she's used to handling chaos-but nothing could have prepared her for Asher, the brooding, mysterious man with a past as layered as the scars he tries to hide. Their connection is slow-burning, simmering with unspoken desires and unbearable tension, but as sparks fly, so do the shadows from their pasts. As Vili struggles with her own insecurities, battling years of emotional wounds, she can't help but wonder if Asher's guarded nature and his own self-doubt will keep them apart. In a journey of self-love, healing, and heartache, Vili finds herself torn between longing and fear-unsure if she's ready to trust again, and if Asher can ever let her in. Will Vili and Asher break through their walls, or are some hearts too bruised to heal? » This is a slow burn romance!! Copyright © 2024 by Nar All Rights Reserved. Note: Updates are twice a week!! ;)

#2 in Love series "She's just an unwanted addition in my life. I don't give a fuck if she even dies." Rudra Ahuja, CEO of Ahuja industries and business partner of Malhotra Co., He is one of India's top ten bachelors but is a fuckboy indeed. He believes every girl just wants money and pleasure. He doesn't believe in the concept of love. "He's a devil. Loving him feels like a mistake but I want to commit this mistake and love him forever" Janvi Arora, a sweet sunshine girl, a cs engineer. She's a daughter of a businessman but is not interested in their family business. She lives with her grandmother in Mumbai and works for Malhotra Co.. She's a book worm and wants someone to love her just like a fictional man does.

Rehaan Rathore cold ruthless ceo of rathore interprise linked with mafia , born in royal family. no one knows about him being the mafia leader and killing brutality his enemies everyone fears him. he has one bestfriend and he is whipped for her her name is Ishita Sharma but he never confess to her in fear of losing her this is his worst fear and nightmare that he doesn't want it to be true someday. he was silent even when he saw his love getting ready for her wedding. Ishita Sharma a cute little chubby and bubbly girl with a toxic trait that she never shares her loved ones and hate lies. she was very happy when she found out her arrange marriage soon to be husband was none other than her school crush whom she has been crushing over for 6 years she was on cloud nine. but her dreams and her heart shatters when she found out that the guy who she was crushing on and was going to her husband ran away with his girlfriend on his wedding day. what will happen to her now?? will she be ever able love someone else again?? will he be able to give her warmth and make her forgot about her shattered pieces of heart ?? what will happen to them now.

-- PROLOGUE "Let me get this straight. We have nothing in between us, except for the deal we made that day" he spoke in a monotonous tone. "I am the one carrying your name behind me; we are married. how can you say we have nothing in between us? Huh" She yelled at him, tears blurred her vision, and she spoke her heart to him. "For god's sake, this marriage was to save you! Can't you get that? I did not do it willingly, I do not love you!!" He yelled back at her, shattering her heart into pieces. "Why can't you just love me?" She spoke, as she cried the tears of hurt, and pain. Her heart thumped loudly due to the shivering sensation She felt all over her body. "I never made a commitment to you, or gave you any false hope, neither did i say that i love you. Did i?" He asked her, in a very cold tone. She looked at him through her teary eyes. It's getting difficult for her to even breathe. "It was your eyes, the damn eyes. Who gave me the false hope. They say, "Eyes speak the truth," but what about mine? Couldn't you feel the sincerity within them, expressing my deep affection for you? Why didn't you see the love shining in them? Was it too complex to understand? Couldn't you notice the warmth as they gazed at you? They search for you in every corner, If only you realized how they silently echoed the emotions I couldn't articulate. They say, "Eyes never deceive." But what about yours? They played a trick on me when they met mine, painting a facade of a world that wasn't real. They made me feel loved, Leading me into a belief that crumbled, louder than your spoken promises. Why did they betray me? Was it your eyes or you that masked the truth?" He stayed still, not moving or saying anything at her statement. --