(Book 1 in Forbidden Series) Leonardo Rosewood A kind but lonely 30-year-old guy, he's had some experiences that turned him into an atheist. He works as a high-ranking officer for the British East India Company. He commands power and respect. He's not rude, but he's not exactly the friendliest person either. Radha A 19-year-old girl with an innocent curiosity to explore the world, she faced a heartbreak when society forced her into marriage at of sixteen, wedded to a forty-eight-year-old stranger. Each day became unbearable as she silently endured pain, wondering if this is how her life would be. Yet, even in the pain, a hope burned within her, only because of her Kanha. She prayed to her Kanha, believing that someday, despite the harsh realities, she might find her own path to happiness and freedom. A love story that was never meant to be... but fate had other plans. Will their love endure and blossom in the orthodox society? Or would they get bleedingly ripped apart and forgotten in history? (This story is set in the 1910s in India, during the colonization era.) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction set in 1910s India and is not historically accurate. It is purely for entertainment purposes and does not intend to whitewash British colonial rule. The characters and events are fictional and should not be seen as a reflection of real history.

Raizada's and Roy Raichands were one of the best companies in the world. They worked together. There was nothing that can separate them. But a night, were the oldest son of Raizada's dies, and the only suspect of crime scene is RYAINE ROY RAICHAND. Everything seems devasated, within a night. The rivalry begin, the love died. She became a criminal lawyer She tried to find out the truth, the tangled mystery 4 years ago. But she failed each time misserablely. She never wanted to meet HIM. HIS EXISTANCE PROVOKES HER, but no one can help her except him. She didn't knew, Ryaine Roy Raichand will be the reason of her brother's death. But when she finds out, it was too late. To late for her, it's forbidden to love her brother's murderer. ╰── ⋅ ⋅ ── ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ✩ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ── ⋅ ⋅ ──╯

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.

A Desi romcom Indian story, where the main lead is not any kind of mafia or any emotionless. Rude, Ruthless man. He is a kind man, who makes a priority of his family and wife first. He is. Standard. Unlike those leads who curses there family unevenly. ── ⋅ ⋅ ⋆advik patel : a man of his own words. If he commits something, he won't step back. A family man who doesn't disrespect his family. But a rude arrogant man for his office workers. ── ⋅ ⋅ ⋆advantika patel : a women filled with surprises of happiness, she is not a fragile she believes in revenge. ── ⋅ ⋅ ⋆ a revenge, for her father. A marriage of convenience, where her father sells her to advik patel. Slow burn book, with kicking a fit in the air, a real man, a practical man we all need. Kind to us, mature, understanding. Not Ruthless, emotionless, hard to study. (The book is half edited and no longer is going to get edited more. There are numerous mistakes if you wanna read do read without spreading any hate)

[𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫's 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞] Aaina Srivastava, has spent her life building walls to protect her tender heart. Haunted by betrayal and driven by her duty, she trusts few and loves fewer. Enter Noah Anderson with a heart full of warmth, he's everything she never expected and everything she's afraid to want.