BILLIONAIRE SERIES #4 Another most requested story from readers ... Don't forget to read 'FATED LOVE' before starting this story.... Meera Sharma was born in Udaipur, but the girl who now walks through London at eighteen. She laughs too easily, teases too much, and lives like nothing can touch her. At Ashbourne University, she looks fearless-untouchable, even. But that's only what she lets people see. Behind the mischief lies a past she has buried so deep that even a memory of it can shake her. A past tied to her... one she refuses to name, refuses to explain. She didn't come to London just for a new life. She came to escape something. And she knows if the truth ever comes out, everything she has built will fall apart. Josh Harrington comes from Willowbrook, a quiet village that hides a powerful legacy. At eighteen, he carries a name that could change how the world sees himbut at Ashbourne University, no one knows who he really is. Calm, composed, and distant in a way that feels deliberate, Josh keeps his life carefully controlled. No attention. No questions. No truth. But then he sees her. A girl who doesn't fit into any pattern. Loud yet guarded. Free yet broken in ways she doesn't show. And for the first time, Josh finds himself losing control-of his focus, his thoughts... and something far more dangerous. Two strangers. Two carefully hidden truths. She's running from a past that could destroy her. He's hiding an identity that could change everything. Their worlds collide under the same London sky-slowly, unexpectedly, and far too deeply. What begins as curiosity turns into something neither of them can stop. But some secrets don't stay buried forever. And when the truth finally surfaces... it won't just test their love- It might break them beyond repair.

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 × 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚 34 × 22 She sit in horror,eyes flicking between his face and the weapon in his hand, then to her weeping family.Time seemed to stop. The priest.The guests.The walls.They all vanished.There was only Vikram and the cage he'd made for her. "You see, jaan "he murmured darkly"fate has brought us together And now,we are going to seal it..with marriage." Aradhya shook her head, voice shaking. "Please, sir..don't do this.I don't want to marry you.I'll never love you.Just leave me.." He smiled,that cold, monstrous smile."You don't have a choice.You bumped into me during the mehndi.And tradition demands we marry." "That's not a real tradition,"she whispered through her tears."You're just using it to control me." "perhaps "Vikram replied smoothly his voices calm but his his eyes flashing anger.."But it doesn't matter. You'll marry me.And that's final." The mangalsutra was next.Its gold chain and shiny diamond rested against her neck like a shackle.Her breath hitched.And then,the final blow vermilion.He smeared it across her hairline,sealing her fate with him in most brutal way ever. Vikram's eyes gleamed with victorious fire as he leaned close,his fingers tightening on her waist. "Now , you are mine.."he whispered "And no one can take you away from me." Aradhya's eyes flared."You'll regret this," she hissed."I won't be your prisoner forever." Vikram only chuckled. "I'm counting on it " he whispered "You'll learn to love me Aradhya one way or another.This is our destiny." "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭.𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐞..𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐇𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬."

MINORS AND COPYCAT AUTHORS STAY THE FUCK AWAY FROM MY BOOK. --- AYDEN RAI SINGHANIYA - To the curious little thing holding this book... You came here for a love story? Baby, you opened the wrong fucking book. This isn't about sweet kisses or candlelit promises. This is about me pinning her down when she moaned my name like a prayer and a curse. It's about her tears drying on my tongue. It's about the way she said no with her lips, but yes with her thighs. I stole her. Broke her. Fucked her until she forgot what freedom felt like. And you'll hate me for it. But keep reading... Because by the time you reach the end, you'll wish I'd chained you instead. --- AENI OBEROI- To the girl who thinks she wouldn't fall... He didn't ask. He didn't knock. He came in like a storm and ruined me with his touch. I said no. I screamed. I bled. But my body betrayed me. Again. And again. And again. Now, when he's gone, I ache. When he's near, I burn. You'll judge me. You'll call me weak. But wait till he touches you with those hands that destroy and worship at the same time. Then come back... And tell me you wouldn't crawl back to your cage too. --- 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐬.

𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 never imagined that her first year of college would begin with a marriage she wasn't prepared for... And definitely not with 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 - the campus heartthrob, gym freak, extrovert, and the boy every girl dreams of. She is shy, soft, and chubby. He is bold, confident, and terrifyingly handsome. Two opposites. One unexpected marriage. A secret that no one in campus can know. But the more they hide... the closer they fall. Because sometimes, your stranger husband becomes the only person your heart chooses. Tropes: • Arranged marriage • Secret marriage • Sunshine × Grumpy • College romance • Age gap • Possessive ML • Shy FL • Slow burn • Forced proximity • Hidden relationship ⚠️ Warnings: • Mature themes • Slowburn romance • Jealous/Possessive moments • Family drama • Light emotional scenes

INDIAN ROMANCE 🦢🪷🐚 #Top 1 in India - 29/1/26 #Top 2 in India-28/1/26 #Top 3 in India-4/9/25 "The most unexpected things come to us when we least expect it." Yash showed up in Aarya's life only to love her without expecting anything but Aarya? She was not ready to believe in the word "Love." YASH OBEROI a famous actor and AARYA SHARMA a simple interned doctor and single mom. Will Aarya give Yash a chance? Will fate bring them together? Or will Yash break Aarya's heart like everyone else? ✰ Raghav was Aarya's worst nightmare. The man she thought would love her ended up hurting her beyond repair. But Yash? He was the prince charming. Where raghav caged her, Yash would set himself on fire just to keep her warm. He would love Aarya till his last breath. But would Aarya be able to love yash back? Her trust in love was completely gone with the men she meet in her life. Everytime she gave love a chance they broke her and now she stopped believing in love. ✰ Until one day when Yash's emotions took over him and he made a mistake of marrying Aarya. His reputation was at stake and they had to keep this marriage a secret. The Film industry would drag him down once they get to know that he's married to a widow with a child. Unknown to Yash that the only faceless girl he fell in love with that day was none other than the girl he'd married accidentally. Their story was written by God and fate played it's role.The long lost Princess of Jaipur who had no idea that she was a princess and the famous Actor. How will their story take turns?

✦ The Sinful Vows ✦ ❝ 🔥 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐧. 𝐀 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. 🔥 ❞ 💔 Arohi Verma never imagined that her life would be reduced to a bargaining chip. But when she is forced into a ruthless marriage, she finds herself bound to Rudra Singh Rathore-the most feared and untouchable mafia king in Mumbai. 💀 Cold-blooded. Merciless. Powerful beyond limits. 🔥 Rudra is a man who does not forgive... and Arohi's family has committed the ultimate sin. Now, she will pay the price. 🕊️ To him, she is nothing more than a pawn-one he will break, own, and mold into submission. 🌹 But Arohi is not the fragile flower he expected. Behind her innocent eyes burns a fire strong enough to scorch him. ⚔ She fears him. He hates her. But the more he tries to break her, the more she tempts the monster inside him. 💣 And when the line between hate and obsession blurs... there will be 𝐧𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞. ❝ 🔥 "You were forced to be my bride. But make no mistake... now, you are mine." 🔥 ❞

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

To the world, Aarav Rathore was a monster wrapped in bespoke suits. To me... he was the cage I never wanted to escape. His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Daddy. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love.

#MAFIA_SERIES 🔥 Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. __________________

𝗥𝗔𝗔𝗝𝗡𝗘𝗘𝗧𝗜: 𝗧𝗛𝗘 𝗧𝗛𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗣𝗢𝗪𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗻 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀, 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. Born to rule, Shivaay Singh Shekhawat is ruthless, commanding, and dangerously ambitious. His father, a powerful union cabinet minister, has only one goal- placing Shivaay on the Chief Minister's throne. But power demands sacrifice, and alliances are sealed in blood... and marriage. Anamika Singhania grew up loving one man... Rudra, Shivaay's younger brother, the one who made her laugh, the one she dreamed of. But Rudra never saw her the way she burned for him. Now, fate has bound her to Shivaay, the man she fears... and the one who ignites something darker inside her. "I don't need your love, Anamika," Shivaay's voice is dark, sinful. "I need your obedience." "And if I refuse?" she whispers, anger laced with fear. "There are no refusals in politics. Only power." Rudra never wanted her... until she was no longer his to lose. "Anamika, you don't seem to understand my-" Rudra murmurs, as he reaches out, his hand hovering for a moment like he might touch her shoulder, might anchor her to something "I may not understand everything, Rudra... but I do understand one damn thing... People who once called someone their own don't get to exploit them like they never meant a thing. Like they were just a stepping stone." She cut him off before he could complete his sentence. Trapped between the man she always loved and the one who now owns her fate, Anamika must decide: fight for love, surrender to power, or risk being destroyed by both. Three hearts. Two brothers. One throne. 🚨 NO CHEATING 🚨 🔺 𝗣𝗼𝗹𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘀. 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿. 𝗣𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲. 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹. 🔺