𓆩♡𓆪 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟒 𝐨𝐟 "𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✧ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ✧ 𓆩✦𓆪 ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏɴᴇ 𓆩✦𓆪 ━━━━━━━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━━━━━━━ 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕... One was forbidden by rules. The other was forbidden by fate. 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 - the cold, untouchable professor whose past turned him into stone. A man feared by many, felt by none. 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 - the quiet dancer who hid storms beneath grace, and loved a man who never saw her... until she stopped looking back. He was duty. She was desire. He taught discipline. She lived through chaos. He crushed her love. She buried it... along with her innocence. But fate has a cruel sense of humour - Because just when she begins to forget him... He decides he can't forget her. ❝ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞. ❞ Now, he wants her. Not with love. But with an obsession that burns like sin. 𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒂... 𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓. A tale of silence and scars, of a girl who loved too deeply, and a man who felt too late. 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 (🔞) This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

♡Arrange marriage ♡Doctor~businessman ♡Slowburn ♡Romance~~ Bound by an arranged marriage, a calm and composed girl finds herself facing a cold and distant boy. She never imagined her heart would race this fast, leaving her feeling unusual and unsure how to respond. Though everyone else fears him, she can't help but be drawn to him. Now, she is not only bound by duty but also by the unexpected and overwhelming emotions growing within her. Discover how she embraces each challenge with grace and heart, and the tender ways she finds to navigate them all. ☆Inkofsandhyaaaaaa

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.

ON HOLD- He shines with 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 and money, and she belongs to a normal family who are simple but classy. Dark shadow revolves around him. He's the cold and unexpressed person. He yearned to keep her with him, but 𝐬𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 and she's younger than him. [ Yandere ] 𝘼 𝙗𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙙𝙢𝙖𝙣 , 𝙗𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙨 𝙖 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧'𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙, 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙩𝙤𝙤 ?? ___________________________ 𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 : 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒑, 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝑫𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒉 , 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 ⊹｡₊°⟡.⸙͎۪۫

She was 18. He was 30..HE IS A KING Of marwar, Jodhpur. "I'm your wife, you can't ignore me rana sa!" "No, Kainaat... you're just a deal, a child." -"are u cheating on me?" She asked before breaking down. A forced royal marriage meant to end a long-standing rivalry between two powerful families. To him, she was a child bride - too young, too common, too unwanted. He gave her a palace, his last name... and nothing else. No love. No touch. No claim. --- - He's cold, royal, and ruthless. -She's kind, silent, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

"To all the girls who feel they are unfortunate." Chandrika -The princess of Ajmer labelled as the bad omen for the palace, she had always been kept locked in a room with nothing but silent screams ringing in her ears reminding her every second that she is nothing but a curse for her loved ones. Now those screams are no less than a lullaby which helps her sleep after each failed attempt to end her life every single night. Her innocent soul now rests in the pit of hope which diminishes in small doses, that one day someone will see her for who she wants to be. Someone who will see her not as a curse, but as a girl who just wants to be loved. Sultan Adil Faisal khan- Sultan of the Mughal Sultanate The young man who was titled as the Sultan at the very young age of 19, but deep down his tough mask resides in an innocent heart which aches every second missing someone he can never meet. Even though it's false for him to think of her when he knows he can't have her, his heart always repels his brain whispering, "what if?". what if one day he could meet her again? what if he could inhale her sweet scent again? What if he could confess his longing towards her? what if...? This world carries so much magic that to justify its unrealistic nature we label it as coincidence. Funny right? This story or as I should say every other romance story says otherwise even the sad ones and I totally agree. In this universe, where people are busy calculating possibilities of a dice number also live people like me who believe in fate, and I think anyone who reads does believe in fate. "kisi na kisi ko hai banaya har kisike liye" this lyric says everything I want to convey through my story. Each person in our life is like a chapter who helps us reach our happy ending. So, let's turn our pages and read through them. Shall we?

Mahnoor is a second-year history student. She is sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and unafraid to speak her mind. Her latest coursework is on the lives of powerful figures who contributed to India's growth. That's when she discovers him. An emperor unlike any other who was undefeated in war, feared by rulers, praised by history, but still infamous for his cruelty. The deeper she reads about him, the more her hatred for him grows because it was very evident the textbooks tried to balance his brilliance by sugercoating his brutality, but to her, his name is soaked in blood. One afternoon, sitting in the library, she seethes to her friend, "Still. If one of those women had rebelled, her name would be in this book today. I'm angry that none tried to do so." "I wish I was there. I really do." "I would have said things everyone was scared to utter to his face. He wasn't feared because he was powerful, he was feared because people feared for their lives. And that is not power." "He won't be remembered because he was great, but because he did things no one could ever forget." That night, on a rain-soaked street in Mumbai, her car nearly hits an old woman crossing the road. When she gets down to confront her, the woman curses her. "So, you wish you were there? You think you could speak, rebel, and change history with your voice? Then go. Let's see how your voice will be heard in a palace where a woman's opinion holds no importance. Your freedom will crumble because rebellion there means death. Your name will rot with theirs and be forgotten and only then you will understand they too were not stupid. Go. I'll love to see how you make history remember you." The world spins and she finds herself in 1574, inside the emperor's harem, the very one she hated with every fiber of her being. She knows how his story ends. But this time, she's inside it. Will she become another silenced voice in his dark legacy or the one woman who dares to rewrite history?

She threw wine in his face, not knowing he was a prince. He vowed to break her kingdom, not knowing she would haunt his thoughts. In the shadow of Devgarh's gilded halls, secrets simmer and blood spills. Yuvraj Shivendra Rao Bhonsle comes to Devgarh to unite the Rajputs and Marathas against the barbaric Dara Khan. But instead of allies, he finds betrayal, bloodshed-and her. Mrinalini Rathore hides behind her veils and sharp tongue, determined to survive a palace that despises her. The last thing she needs is the arrogant Maratha prince she accidentally humiliated to see through her façade. Yet every glance between them crackles with something neither can afford. He shouldn't want her - not a woman from the kingdom that betrayed him. She can't want him - not the enemy her family would rather see dead. But as blades clash, secrets unravel, and their worlds collapse around them, their hearts betray them in ways more dangerous than any war. He fights for vengeance. She fights for freedom. But in each other, they might just find ruin - or salvation.