*𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩!* What happens when Naina, a lively wedding planner, collides with Aarav, the grumpy heir of the Raichand family? "Is this your idea of a warm welcome?" Aarav huffs, dripping wet after an unexpected water splash. "Well, if you didn't show up unannounced, you wouldn't be soaking wet," Naina replies. As they navigate wedding plans filled with chaos, laughter, and unexpected sparks, will Naina break through Aarav's icy exterior? Or will their banter lead to something deeper amid the wedding chaos? "Just remember," Aarav warns, "this wedding won't plan itself, and I'm not interested in drama." "Drama? Please," Naina laughs. "I'm here to make this wedding unforgettable, and that might just involve a little chaos."

"𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘆....𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿." A diamond that doesn't shatter-it suffers. She carries the weight of ruined dynasties in her fractured bones, A living reliquary for sins not her own. Her father's cruelty. Her brother's hatred. Her husband's vengeance. Each scar a testament to someone else's war, Each tear a baptism in borrowed guilt. The lost heir who survived hell. Two kingdoms crumbled to dust in her name, Yet no one asks who broke them first. "Hate me," she whispers to the dark, "At least that your hatred is honest." In the end The heaviest crowns are forged from what we survive. Now the diamond sharpens itself... In this twisted tale of family secrets, manipulation, and dark desires, vengeance will bleed into love, and love will heal the wounds of a heart that's been broken beyond repair. A story of love that heals and hurts in equal measure. 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨 :- 𝗠𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆/𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱/𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗛𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗹 𝗠𝗠𝗖 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱.

[ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ] Twelve year runway sovereign Zaara Mehra is a living nightmare for Misogyny. A cold blooded misandrist with an untouchable ego, she treats men like a disposable buffet, tasting, using, and discarding them. This toxic "fuckgirl" rules with a tongue of fire, her bed a revolving door of trophies kept only to satisfy her spite and lust. But when she sets her sights on her brother's best friend, it isn't for love. It's for conquest. Because how dare he ignore her? Avyaan Vittore Rosso is a master of clay and carnage. In one life, a world-renowned sculptor, in another, a lethal field agent. With a scathing misogynistic philosophy and a deep hatred for a woman's touch, he keeps his world sealed in ice. When he returns to India, he meets fire. To him, Zaara is nothing more than a pebble beneath his shoe. But Zaara doesn't take "no" for an answer. She doesn't want his heart, she wants him broken, stripped of his pride and kneeling at the foot of her bed. As their toxic psychological warfare unfolds, a nightmare rises from Egypt. A name that shouldn't exist resurfaces, in whispers, bloodstained reports, and impossible patterns. The Midnight Serpent: Cleopatra. She has returned, not for a kingdom, but for a massacre. A poisonous seductress of ritualistic crime, she declares a war of vengeance. The men of Qasr el-Raml live in terror, for they are her only targets. In her wake, one rule remains: Survivors do not see her face.

I'm not afraid to get on my knees and bow before you... I'd worship you Tara... let me worship you baby." "We can't." I whisper. The moisture is forming between my legs. His grip on my chin and hip is firm. I started this. I kissed him after he warned me. His words still rings in my ear, "Tara if I kiss you I won't be able to stop." Why didn't I listen? I'd be lying if I said I didn't want this. The heat radiating off our bodies was enough to burn us both alive. "We shouldn't." I whisper with my eyes closed. Our lips are so close. I want to kiss him. Fuck that. I want him to fuck me. I want him to dominate me. I want him to do the nastiest things to me. But...... he's my stepdad

"Why do you even like me, Zayan?" "I'm a spoiled Woman with too many shoes and zero capacity for real feelings." "Fuck the shoes, Aiyanna." "I like the fire. The tantrums. The way you walk into a room like it belongs to you." "You make chaos look like art. You're not just worth it, Aiyanna. You're it" - - - Aiyanna Acharya was born with everything-money, fame, and the kind of beauty that turns heads without trying. At 22, she's a spoiled, sharp-tongued supermodel with a designer closet, millions of followers, and zero patience for men who think they're special. Until him. Zayan Oberoi is seven years older, unfairly handsome, and dangerously charming. A former Air Force pilot who'd rather chase the sky than headlines, he has a smile that disarms and timing that's always perfect. Their families are best friends. Their paths were always meant to cross. To her, he seems like a stranger with an irritatingly perfect smile. To him, she's the girl who ruined every woman after her. He flirts. She scoffs. He calls her Love. She rolls her eyes. But Zayan never plays a game he doesn't intend to win. And when charm meets chaos, someone's bound to fall.

Book 3 of Rage & Retribution Series Abhimaan X Ahana . . Abhimaan Oberoi, CEO of Oberoi Group of Industries, a ruthless businessman with dark secrets. He's heartless-except when it comes to his own family. Reputation, money, and power are all he cares about, and for them, he can destroy anyone. His life was perfect until he crossed paths with Ahana, who turned it upside down. Ahana Khanna, one of New York's top event planners and the apple of her family's eye. A sunshine girl who once believed in love, fairytales, and happy endings-until she lost her own love. Her dreams shattered, leaving behind only memories and pain. But what happens when that same sunshine girl decides to take revenge? What happens when Ahana sets out to ruin the devil, Abhimaan? She forced him into marriage... but was he really forced? In her hunger for revenge, how will she destroy him when her own heart begins to betray her? She falls for him-and now she wants to run. But how will she escape when she's become the devil's ruthless obsession?

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬. Saanvi Malhotra was a woman left in ruins. Stripped of love, trust, and the will to fight by the man who once vowed to protect her. Rudra Singhania didn't just betray her he shattered her. And yet, she survived. Not for herself, but for a promise. But when the truth surfaced, it didn't just rewrite their past, it dismantled the fragile distance between them, leaving nothing but wreckage and rage. Now, Rudra stands at the edge of the abyss he created, drowning in the weight of his sins. He had condemned her, turned her world into ashes, and now, he is back. Back in her life like a storm, ruthless and relentless. He will burn, bleed, and break if it means she will look at him again, not with hatred, but with something he has lost the right to claim. But she doesn't want him, she wants freedom. The harder he chases, the further she runs. But does it matter? No. She can fight, she can scream, she can hate, none of it will change the inevitable. Because Rudra Singhania doesn't love with tenderness. He loves like a storm. Fierce. Unrelenting. Destructive. But Saanvi is no damsel to surrender. She is fire and this time, if she must, she will burn him in her hatred. If he is willing to destroy the world for her then she will carve a path of ruin through him. They are no longer just enemies. They are two obsessions colliding one seeking redemption, the other vengeance. This isn't just a love story. This is madness woven into fate, redemption carved from ruin. And this time, the beast isn't the one cursed. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲. And there's only one way this ends With her in his arms Or at his mercy.