HIS SERIES #1 "I wasn't the woman he wanted. But I was the one he vowed to destroy." She was never the first choice. Not for her parents. Not for him. Not even for love. Forced to marry the man who only had eyes for her sister, she walks into a loveless marriage with a shattered heart and silent hopes. He never wanted her. But fate didn't ask. In a mansion that feels more like a prison, surrounded by cold stares and buried truths, she learns to survive in silence. But sometimes, the heart notices what the eyes ignored. And sometimes, love grows... where it was never meant to.... "Mohabbat hogyi hai aapse, mat jaiye na " Abhyansh singh Rathore .....

Two rival Mafias pull each other's sisters into forbidden relationships to gain the upper hand. ♡____♤ Two mafia rivals. Two sisters who were never meant to be part of their war. Siya falls for a man who feels too real to be a lie. Charming. Dangerous. Addictive. But she doesn't know... he's the very enemy of her brother. And he knows exactly who she is. Rukmini isn't blind. She knows the man she craves will never love her. Knows she's nothing more than a habit he refuses to quit. Yet she stays... even when it destroys her a little more every time. One love is built on deception. The other survives on pain. In a world of power, blood, and betrayal- feelings are weaknesses. Trust is fatal. And when the truth finally comes out... they won't just lose love. They'll lose everything. {REDEMPTION ARC} {⚠️ MATURE CONTENT Contains strong language, drug use, and graphic violence. This story features problematic characters and mentions of trauma. Reader discretion is advised} Tropes: She fell first he fell harder. Brother's Enemy Slow Burn Mafia Romance Rival Mafia Families Enemies to Lovers (Twisted Version) Forbidden Romance Dark Romance Angst Fake love Unrequited Love Morally Grey Characters Toxic Love Multi couple

Set in the 1980s in a small village of Rajasthan, where traditions hold power and choices are not a privilege for women, this is the story of Yugveer and Paridhi-two souls bound by a marriage arranged by their families. With a 11 year age gap and lives shaped by duty rather than love, will their bond remain one of obligation, or will fate weave something deeper between them? Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional and does not depict real events, people, or societal views. It reflects a time when choices were limited for women but is meant for storytelling purposes only. This story contains some mature themes recommended for 18+ users only. If this theme does not align with your preferences, you are welcome to skip this story-but please refrain from leaving hate comments.

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Maktub-Al-Hayat: Destined by Fate 𝘼𝙡𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙢𝙧𝙖 أنت أجمل مصير _ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ

He was an enigma yet to be understood by the world, but no one dared to delve into the untamed depths of the king of shadows, for a mere brush with his presence was enough to evoke mortal fear. He commanded both reverence and dread, reveling in the formidable power he wielded. But even the devil was once an angel. She was an orphan, unaware of her lineage or parents. Raised by a caregiver in the shelter of an orphanage, she grew into a woman who embodied kindness yet possessed the strength to withstand any adversity. With the confidence of a warrior and a heart as pure as a dove's, she became the one who could make the devil king bow before her. They were the embodiment of yin and yang, a contrast that harmonized in ways unseen. Despite their disparities, they complemented each other, finding equilibrium in their union. Their journey unfolded with mysteries, betrayals, and anguish, yet love bound them together through it all. Their tale resonated with the essence of a profound romance, each chapter of their lives revealing the depth of their connection and the resilience it forged. "I broke something, I didn't know how to fix, nor I had the courage to repair it." "I wish I did not love you, because it was like an alluring intoxicating poison that killed me within." She was the girl who was broken, and he was the man who broke her. Tropes: CEO x Baker Billionaire x orphan Enemies to lovers He fell first and kept falling harder Redemption Kind female lead Dominating male lead He can kill the world for her Second chance Age-gap Grumpy x sunshine He grovels Strong fl

Well well well, After a successful story of Arhaan And Mihika or your favorite couple #mirhaan I am back with Marrying The Don 2.0. No this is not a sequel. This book brings to you another girl like Mihika who gets married to a mafia king. But oh boy is she different from our Mihika. Meet Ziah Malhotra, she is shy, innocent and VERY different from Mihika. She is 21 but her life has changed since last 3 years. Because she is tied to HIM. Vikram Aditya is the king of mafia and a man you won't like to be enemies with. He is everything that Ziah avoids. But too bad, she is married to him. They haven't met in 3 years but she has heard all about him...some good and a lot of bad. While his eyes were always on her. But when they meet after 3 years.... what do you think will happen? Can Ziah change the stone heart of Vikram? Or does Vikram break the walls around her heart? Read to find out! Warning: Chapters are not appearing in correct order. Pls check the chapter number before reading.

BOOK 2 Can be read as stand alone Read BOOK 1 for better idea about other characters " NO....NO, PLEASE AISA MAT KARO..... MERI MUMMA KAHA HAI, AAP MUJHE YAHA KYUN LAYE HO.......MAA....KAHA HO AAP." A boy kept crying and begging for help, he was hungry and tired, his body looked bones and shaggy. His clothes were worne out, he was severely malnourished and was in a dire need for medical attention. His cries died down and his tears dried, there was no one he can put his hopes on. A 12 years old boy who learnt to survive through pain and desperation for freedom all alone until he turned 19 when he broke free from his tormentors. NO ONE, he had one one he can call his own. No family, no friends and specially no one to be called his beloved. ___________________ SMACK " Saali ek beta tak nhi de paye, janam diya bhi toh ek viklaang ko......Jo dhang se bol bhi nhi paati." I was hiding behind the door and sneakily looked at the scene unfold infront of my eyes. My father did this to my mother every night. I've witnessed my mother body beaten to black and blue but still she smiled when she saw me looking at her. Earlier I thought she was smiling coz she was doing ok but as the years passed by I started realising that her smile never reached her eyes. She is my home, my hope and the only one I can call my own but for how long. I can feel her losing hope from this life with each passing day and finally she did closed her eyes basking in the sweet maze of death............and I like a coward ran away on my 17th birthday. ___________________ Both were broken, both were stolen of their innocent childhood and both needed an anchor to keep them steady in this deep notorious sea of cruelty. What will happen when their destiny will bring them together, where one wants protection and the other wants peace. Ranking #1 commando- 20/8/2024 WITH LOVE SHRISH

(Can be read as a standalone.) My parents are hell bent on getting me married, convinced that a wife will magically "fix" me. As a mafia leader, idle talks and constant affection makes no sense to me. Never had and never will. Thanks to some dumb rule and my parents' constant nagging, I settle down with the girl of their choice. Irene's the type of girl I would never give a second glance to, the type I would deem average looking. And that's just not it. She's a chatter box who can't survive without physical affection. A complete opposite of me. I never had a need for a wife but with every innocent touch, every stupid smile, every word of hers my walls break down until I am left yearning for her with an intensity I can't even comprehend.

When the princess of vidharbha is abducted by the King of Dwarka!! There was no one similar in beauty as Rukmiṇī on earth. The son of Vasudeva (Kṛṣṇa) with great splendour, only by hearing about her, desired her. - Mahabharat. ( pictures used belong to their respective owners. Taken from pintrest)