In the brutal 15th century, where empires rose and fell on blood-soaked sands, an enmity demanded a merciless price. Agnijeet, the ruthless Rana of Mewar. He was carved from iron, reeking of war, and driven by a thirst of enimy's blood. He takes what he wants and crushes what stands in his way. Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, as blood rained over sword and shield, his lethal trajectory collided with a sudden web of cunning deceit and a captivating pair of green eyes. When the dust of that violent siege settles, he claims a war bride. She is dragged into his world of grand palaces and lethal shadows. With striking green eyes and a mind steeped in subtle deception, she is far more than a helpless captive. She carries dark secrets that could burn Mewar to ash, playing a dangerous game of power, hunger, and forbidden temptations beneath her veils. "Shohar? Kis baat ke shohar? Kis haq ki begum?" Dilshana's voice rang clear and fierce. "Hum is zabardasti ke rishte ko, is shadi ko sire se kharij karte hain! Na yeh magroor sipahsalar humare shohar hain, aur na hum inki begam! Jahan rishte zor-zabardasti aur lahu ki pyas par bandhe jayein, wahan sirf nafrat paida hoti hai. Hum is Iblis ko apna shohar kabhi nahi maanenge!" (Husband? Husband by what right? Wife by what right? I reject this forced relationship, this marriage completely! Neither is this arrogant commander my husband, nor am I his wife! Where relationships are tied by force and bloodlust, only hatred is born. I will never accept this devil as my husband!) Their marriage is a battlefield of powerplays and dark desire. As the lines between cold hatred and searing passion begin to blur in the quiet hours of the night, a far more dangerous question emerges. In a world built on deceit, betrayal, and relentless bloodshed, can two sworn enemies ever find true love, or will they simply destroy each other in the fire of their own vows?

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."

Happiness? Was a word that left Roohi Shekhawat's life long ago. She was the diamond nobody took notice of in the pile of coal. She shone brighter than the eyes of a common man can take notice. Perfection was a word for her. Until, A someone saw her worth, in a good way or a bad? Rudram Mannan was a man who was in a fight with the world and himself. A man is obsessed with everything he owns. Determined to have all. No boundaries, no conscience. He wants it. He owns it. Roohi was suffering in a tomb of devils her brothers were when the eyes of another fiend caught her. The man of obsessions. And may Roohi be one of his obsessions? How will her life take a turn, will her life finally find the happiness it deserves? Or will she suffer in a curse of eternity?

When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

❛You all must have heard that a ray of light is definitely visible in the darkness which takes us towards light. But what if instead of light the devil is seen in the darkness?❜ ✧ AVAYAN SINGH RATHORE, A twenty eight years old handsome, but arrogant and short tempered man. Apart from anger he has no other emotion. For everyone he is the chair person of 'Rathore Group of Construction', but in actuall he is a Mafia King, The Mad Wolf, whose name is enough to make the world tremble but no one knows the face behind this dangerous name. He never thought that a girl would suddenly come into his life and with her arrival, he would be able to feel the beats of his dead heart, he would be able to feel the emotion of love in his hate-filled dark life. ♡ NITYA SINHA, A twenty two years old beautiful, sweet and innocent girl. She lost her parents and her stepmother has made her life hell. She wanted to sell her for money. She has a lot of love for everyone in her heart but she never got anyone's love. But she never thought that someone would come into her life who would love her the way she always wanted. ✧ The story of two broken souls who healed each other through the feelings they had for each other. BOOK #01 in series 'DEATH GAMER'

when a morally grey man fell in love with a sunshine innocent girl, HIS REDEMPTION began with her destruction. • He wanted to protect her from the world even if it meant becoming the monster she feared most. • She was his salvation. he becomes her sin. "he loves her like a wound that wouldn't heal." ✯_______✯

She met him on the worst night of her life. At a police station. Shaking. Broken. Unheard. Trisha thought monsters looked like criminals. She was wrong. Vish doesn't save people. He studies them. He dissects fear. He understands the exact moment a person begins to depend on the very thing destroying them. When their worlds collide, it isn't love at first sight. It's control. It's obsession. It's a slow tightening of invisible chains. He doesn't touch her at first. He doesn't need to. Because the most dangerous cages aren't made of iron - they're built inside the mind. And by the time Trisha realizes she's trapped, she's no longer sure she wants to escape.

" 𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢" ⎯ Zoravar Singh Ahlawat♚ ❣ °•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●☆(◕‿◕✿)☆●○•°●○•°●○•°●○•° ❣ "𝐀𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢! 𝐎𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐠𝐢" ⎯ Eshvika Sharma♛ . . . . . . . . . . . . . Do Not Copy My Work! Read trigger warning before reading the book. ❣

The sin series - Book #2 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗟𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 [ CAN BE READ STANDALONE] He was raised in blood, Built by betrayal and silence. A Bratva heir who trusted power more than people, And love was the one thing he never believed in. She entered his world through an arranged marriage, A girl full of warmth, faith, and life. He spoke Russian. She spoke English. Yet somewhere between broken words, lingering stares, and quiet care, Two completely different worlds began to understand each other. What started as distance, Slowly became attachment. And then... love. But love was never meant to stay untouched in a world ruled by blood. One lie separated them. One enemy destroyed everything. She left carrying his unborn child, While he disappeared into darkness for years. Now after fifteen years, fate brings them back together again But not everything returns the same. Their son, Carries his blood, his eyes, his silence... But not his name in his heart. He talks to everyone except him. Laughs with others, listens to others, Yet treats Ilya like a stranger standing inside his own home. A father who lost fifteen years. A son who grew up without one. And between them stands Aarvi Still the only person capable of softening the monster the world fears. In a world of mafia wars, revenge, family, and second chances, Can broken bloodlines learn to become a family again? 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆𝐈𝐋𝐘𝐀 × 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐕𝐈⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ ⋆.˚✮ 𝐀𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 ✮˚.⋆ Start - 8/6/2026 End -

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?