Her voice shook as she asked again, "Rudraksh... please, what's happening? I don't understand. Why am I here?" Rudraksh stood still, his expression unreadable. But in his eyes there was something different in them. Something colder than the warmth she was used to. He couldn't let sympathy cloud his judgment. Not now. Not when his duty came first. "You're confused," he said, his voice firm, which felt unfamiliar. "You're going to take a lie detector test. It's part of the process. We need to know what you remember... and what you don't." Drishti stared at him, her heart sinking. A lie detector test? She had no idea what he was talking about. It felt like all of this was happening to someone else, not her. "I don't understand," she whispered, shaking her head as fear tightened in her chest. Rudraksh didn't answer. Instead, without warning, he moved. With a calm, practiced motion, he reached for the handcuffs. She gasped, her eyes widening in shock. "Rudraksh!" she cried, panic rising in her voice. "What are you doing?!" . . . This story revolves around ACP Rudraksh Rawat. A cold, calculative and dangerously calm man who is married to Drishti Rathor a sweet simple woman

"You don't understand, Rana Sa, we are not made for each other." Her eyes held tears of helplessness as she tried to make the man in front of her understand. ""Whether you believe it or not, you are mine and I won't let you go, no matter what you say." He gently leaned forward, touching their foreheads together before placing a kiss on her forehead. Isha Mishra An introvert and calm girl pursuing her masters in psychology Rudransh Singh Rajput A man not to be messed with, a man with authority, power and dominance. It's a story of them, the story of the king and his queen. (If you need translation for the Hindi sentences please do ask) Tropes Royal x his queen obsession Opposites Attract Passionate love ML is obsessed with FL with capital 'OBSESSED' (Mention of BTS if they trigger you please do not read this book)

Heer Sharma, the eldest daughter of the Sharma household.An ambitious student on her way to become a successful doctor. What happens when one day her father tells her to marry his friend's son to save his business? Ayaan shekhawat, the only son of the shekhawat family, the upcoming and only heir to the shekhawat Shekhawat enterprises, immersed in his own life and untroubled by thoughts of marriage, he finds himself contemplating the complexities of an arranged marriage to a woman he never met. -------------------------------------------------------------- "You're mine "he growled "The day I put that this chain around your neck, you belong to me "he said looking me straight in my eyes "I -" "There Is no leaving jaan ,you are stuck with me now and I'd be damned to let you go" he said joining his forehead with yours

( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 #𝟏) "Alright this is getting out of my head, just out with it, who is she?" His best friend asked him.. "MERI HONE WALI BIWI AND THE FUTURE QUEEN OF RAJASTHAN" He responded determinedly, glancing at her direction intensely. __ "I have seen girls falling for me but didn't you fall too soon sweetheart" He whispered, as his lips curled into a smirk. "Nahi Mein un Dewaani larkiyon ki tarah nai hun jo apko dekh ke phisal jaun yuvraaj" She mocked him he was amused at her comeback. "Then I'll make sure you that you fall for me sweetheart" Veeransh and Maithili both doesn't want to get tied into a sacred bond of Marriga but fate plays it Role. The story revolves around in the modern yer desi era.. Jaipur Rajasthan, The Royal king Veeransh Singh Rathore who doesn't want to get married but got tied into a sacred bond of Marriage. Maithili Rajvansh a princess she doesn't like to her get Ruled by anyone, and against the marriage for her own reasons but her life turns upside down when she got married to the Royal king how she will managed to accept those new changes in her life. CHECK OUT THE BOOK TO GET THE ANSWERS.

In the heart of Rajasthan, where power is inherited and loyalty is demanded, love is the most dangerous rebellion. Shivaay Rathore-cold-hearted, disciplined, and destined to be the future King-is a man who bows to duty, not desire. Feared by his enemies and revered by his people, his world is built on control and legacy. But when his grandmother brings home a quiet, innocent village girl from Sitamgarh, his carefully ordered life begins to fracture. Isha Singh-an orphan raised in silence, shaped by struggle-is thrust into a world of silk and secrets. Chosen by fate, or perhaps by obsession, she steps into a palace where she belongs to no one... and yet, catches the eye of the man who rules it. A forced marriage. A forbidden love. She was never meant to be his queen. But he? He was always destined to fall. #1 in #royalfamily (29 may, 2025), (1 june, 2025) (3 june, 2025) (17 june, 2025) #2 in #forcedmarriage (29 may, 2025) #1 in #Indian (29 may, 2025) (3 june, 2025) (11 june, 2025) (17 june, 2025) #1 in #dark romance (29 may, 2025)

Book 1 of "The Alliance Series" Can be read stand alone. •••••••••••••••••••••••••♡♡♡♡•••••••••••••••••••••••• "Marry him, or I'll ruin your company and destroy your career," his words echo in my mind like the toll of a relentless bell. How can a father do this to his daughter? Sacrificing me for power and alliances... Now, here I am, marrying a man I barely know-Ranveer Singh Rathore. ~~~~~~~~~~~|••••••••|~~~~~~~~~~~ "'Remember one thing, Mrs. Adira Ranveer Singh Rathore-you're married to me now. You bear the responsibility of being a Rathore and will always follow my orders." His words hit like bullets, each piercing deeper, and there's no way for me to escape. "'Sweetheart, your only crime is being a Rathore. And I'm here to destroy every last one of them." ••••••••••••••••••••••••♡♡♡♡♡••••••••••••••••••••••• A marriage without love is bound only by an alliance. Adira and Ranveer are tied together in this sacred bond for the sake of their families. But will love ever bloom between them? Will this marriage thrive, or will it remain a cold, calculated arrangement of convenience? Will they grow apart, or will fate bring them closer? ☆☆☆☆☆ Join us as we witness a union built on deals and alliances, not affection. What does destiny hold for Adira and Ranveer? And who is the mysterious figure determined to destroy the Rathores? ___________________________________________ Tropes:- Arrange marriage Forced marriage Pasts and betrayals Mafia leads Billionaire x Millionaire CEO X CEO Businessman x Businesswoman Strong female lead Slowburn romance Green flag leads

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

♡Rajveer x Lavanya♡ ♡Yuvaan x Jaanvi♡ ♡Avyansh x Tara♡ The Raghuvanshi Mansion. A palace of wealth, power, and prestige but behind its golden walls lies a graveyard of secrets. A family that breathes lies. A dynasty with two faces. A bloodline drenched in sin. Three sons. Three devils. Rajveer. Yuvaan. Avyansh. The heirs of the Raghuvanshi empire cold, ruthless, and heartless. Three daughters-in-law. Lavanya. Jaanvi. Tara. The women who entered this house of shadows, each carrying a past as dark as the nights they cry through. Each chained to a loveless marriage, each battling their own scars, each fighting to survive the wrath of their husbands and the cruelty of the mansion. Six lives. Three marriages. One cursed family. A story of power, pain, betrayal... and perhaps, forbidden redemption. ⚠️ Warning: This saga is not for the faint-hearted. Expect darkness. Expect cruelty. Expect the unexpected. Step into the Raghuvanshi mansion... if you dare.

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

Avyaan Vedang Vishwanathan "He never believed in love. Until she became his wife. Now he believes in nothing else but owning her." ............ Udita Avyaan Vishwanathan. "He felt like danger... but for once, I wasn't afraid. I wanted to fall-if it meant falling into him." ....................... Join the beautiful journey of Avyaan and Udita finding their peace in each other