Life is cruel, but sometimes strangely kind. Failure can break you-but what if it also reshapes you? What if the pieces you thought were lost are only waiting for someone else's broken pieces to complete them? This is not a story of perfect love. This is the story of Dhruv Rajput and Ishita Ranawat - two souls scarred by betrayal and pain, who once believed love and marriage were nothing but cages. Dhruv Rajput: a brilliant criminal lawyer, self-made, ambitious, fearless. Yet behind his perfection lies a quiet tragedy - betrayal that shattered his faith in love. His only anchor is his eight-month-old son, Akay. Love? For Dhruv, it's just a mask for the ugliest truths. Ishita Ranawat: strong yet delicate, soft yet unbending. Born into a family that saw daughters as burdens, forced into a toxic marriage, she watched her dreams and identity fade. When she gave life to her daughter, Vamika, she was cast aside. For Ishita, love is a cruel illusion. Two broken people. Two innocent children. Can Akay and Vamika become the reason their parents find light again? Can they heal wounds too deep and make their parents believe in second chances? When destiny forces Dhruv and Ishita into an arranged marriage neither wants, their hearts resist, their scars protest. But love has a way of seeping through even the hardest walls. Will Dhruv learn that not every woman betrays? Will Ishita discover that not every marriage is a cage? His Arranged Wife is a story of strength, trust rebuilt, and wounds healed - where two broken halves may finally find their whole.

Read the prologue. Hehe.

𝐀 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 Meet the mysterious brothers: Hayaan, Sufiyaan, and Zeeshan - Their family's history is deeply rooted in the country, and their influence is unmatched. As the richest landowners, and belong to political sides their wealth is a quiet fact, a hint at their immense power. To the public, they appear as a united and perfect family, bound by love, loyalty, and power. They seem happy, charming, and kind, and everyone wants to be like them. But look closer, and cracks appear. Their trusty facade hides secrets and lies. Rumors of scandals, hidden plans, and old rivalries threaten to upset their delicate balance of power. As tensions rise, the brothers face a turning point. Will their family's power weaken, or will they keep their secrets hidden? Can their bond survive the truth, or will their dynasty crumble? Enter a world of luxury, deceit, and political games. The three brothers hold the keys to its future. But at what cost? Get ready to untangle the secrets of the most powerful family in the land. The truth is about to be revealed, and it will leave you breathless."

꧁ 𝗠𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲꧂ ❝༒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 ༒❞ The name itself signifies power and control. A family that is everyone's dream. A family that stands for unity and love. The synonym of a perfect family-but is this true? Are they truly a perfect family, or is it just a mirage? The three Singhania heirs: one is aggressive, another is ruthless, and the third is devilish. The three brothers are the perfect combination of destruction. If they can die for each other, they can also kill for each other. They love each other deeply, but do they love their wives? Will they realize their worth, or is it too late? The three Singhania daughters-in-law: one is calm, another is kind, and the third is mysterious. Three different women with different dreams and natures. Will they receive the love of their husbands? Can they survive in this enigmatic family where countless secrets are hidden?

❝𝗞𝗶𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗶𝗮 & 𝗣𝗶𝗵𝘂 𝗞𝘂𝗹𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶 ❞ She was his best friend's sister-in-law. He was her brother-in-law's best friend. They met, they fought. They talked, they fought. There wasn't a single time they met without ending up fighting with each other. They loved to annoy and irritate each other. And they couldn't tolerate each other's presence for more than five minutes. But then, a situation arose that made them date each other. Sorry-fake date each other. They hated it. They hated each other. But they had to make it look real. And somehow, in all the chaos of pretending to love someone you can barely stand, something began to change... "𝑳𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒂𝒎𝒄𝒉𝒚𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒂𝒉𝒆. 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒓𝒆! 𝑯𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒆, 𝒆𝒌𝒅𝒖𝒎 𝒇𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒂𝒉𝒆!" ----𝑷𝒊𝒉𝒖 𝑲𝒖𝒍𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊 "𝑾𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒆. 𝑷𝒂𝒓 𝒋𝒂𝒃 𝒘𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒋𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒉 𝒆𝒌𝒅𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒖𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊 𝒔𝒖𝒖𝒏𝒏𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊. 𝑲𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒎𝒊 𝒔𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊." ---𝑲𝒊𝒂𝒂𝒏 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒊𝒂

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

"𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘆,𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." ------------ Love series #1 --- India is known for its grand and lavish weddings-where every family dreams of making the day unforgettable. But this isn't just any wedding. This is a royal affair, uniting two powerful dynasties-one rooted in ancient legacy, the other built from the ground up through sheer determination. It was meant to be the wedding of the century. But what happens when one of the most crucial people in the ceremony fails to show up? Whispers began to float through the opulent hall. Eyes turned toward the figure sitting alone-confused, abandoned, and judged. The air thickened with gossip, and honor was at stake. To protect their pride, to silence society's tongue, they made a decision. A replacement was found. A replacement to uphold reputation... A replacement to protect dignity... A replacement for love? .................

"Will you marry my Disabled son?" "Oh! Fuck No! I am a straight guy, I cant marry another man" "I will pay you 10 million dollars for it💰💰💲" "Do you want me to wear a Lehanga or saree at my wedding?" It was a simple choice for Ishan, a financially struggling guy in his 20s burdened with family responsibilities. He would do anything to be rich.. Even sacrifice his sexuality and masculinity in the process. !!!!Warning!!!! The story contains some mature elements that are marked with 🔞, which have minor impact on the overall story. Please skip the chapters if you don't like smut.

#𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 Have you ever wanted something so destructive that it feels like your insides are burning with hatred? Yet, ironically, you long to fall apart and be shattered by this destruction. But is it really destruction, or the beginning of something inevitable? Something specially designed to be a your ruin. He broke me, shattered my soul, and then just sat by, letting me ruin him. He was satisfied, and so was I. We healed, only to break again. We understood it, we are meant to be each other's, an obsession. I am his obsession and so is he mine. We are together until we will be buried dead inside the heaven of sins. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ ~Amani x Zeeshan [all of my books can be read in any order, even though they mention the characters from other stories, but they are not linked]

✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯ She walks like royalty. He moves like a storm. She commands courtrooms with fire. He rules boardrooms in silence. She hides pain behind sharp words. He buries his behind calm eyes. She trusts no one. He lets no one close. She is rage wrapped in grace. He is restraint edged with danger. She used to laugh. He used to be the reason. . . . . RITIKA SINGH RATHORE Born into Rajasthan's most powerful royal family, Ritika is the pampered princess. But she is a Queen of her own world by strength and sheer will. A fierce lawyer feared in courtrooms, her silence is sharper than most screams. But behind that cold brilliance is a past steeped in blood and betrayal. She used to be the third-in-command of the Indian underworld, but now she doesn't even look at that direction. ADWAIT SINGHANIA A self-made billionaire forged by pain, Adwait rose from the ashes of a brutal past. He thinks like a strategist, moves like a soldier and trusts no one with his heart. He is only cheerful around his family and for others, he is nothing more than a silent storm. Once the second-in-command of India's deadliest crime syndicate, he has now cut ties with the crime world. Reason? No one knows. They were once each other's biggest supporter and secret keeper. Until one night shattered it all. Yet, years later, fate throws them together again. Not as friends. Not as enemies. But as two people bound by a past that refuses to die. Because the past isn't done with them yet. Enemies are watching. Alliances are shifting. And every heartbeat draws them deeper into a war they thought they had left behind. This isn't just a second chance. It's a collision course. This is not a love story, not yet. This is a battlefield and their hearts are the most dangerous weapons of all. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫