What had I done? Rajveer Pratap Ranawat was a crime lord, king of the fucking underworld and I was here, in his den with nothing but a notepad and a pen. His presence was suffocating, bone chilling. "You think you can uncover my secrets, Miss Sharma?" His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're playing a dangerous game." I squared my shoulders, trying to muster the same bravado that had carried me into this lion's den. "I'm not playing," I retorted, my voice betraying a hint of defiance laced with unease. "I'm here for the truth, no matter how deep it runs." A predatory smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with something that sent a chill through me. "Oh, I know your kind," he murmured, taking a slow step closer until his presence enveloped me. "Bold on the surface, trembling underneath." "I'm not afraid of you," I insisted, though the way his fingers brushed against my arm sent a jolt of electricity through me. His expression hardened, his grip tightening just enough to convey his power. "You should be," he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. "In my world, fear is survival." His eyes bore into mine with a primal intensity, a challenge and a warning wrapped into one. "You are already in deeper than you realize," he murmured, his voice softening imperceptibly. "And now that you are in, there is no turning back." The room seemed to close in around us and then is when I realised that I had stepped into a dangerous game-one where the lines between adversary and attraction blurred dangerously, threatening to consume me in ways I never imagined possible. "And you, my Dove," Rajveer's voice cut through the thick silence like a blade, chilling me to the core. His tone held a possessive edge, cold and commanding. "look like you are meant to be mine. And what is mine," he paused, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, "stays with me."

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

𝑾𝒂𝒒𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒕𝒂𝒒𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊. Parthvi never chose this for herself but she became the price for a crime she never committed. Rana Rudra Adhiraj Raisinghania is cold, powerful but and broken by the past and wants only one thing, payback. He is meant to be her punishment and she is meant to pay. But when does anything go according to your plan when god has one of his own and sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight inside ourselves. But they are not fighting a battle, they carry the whole damn war inside themselves.

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?

Highest rating- #3 on Chicklit! Avni Kashyap (25) has had an upbringing as normal as any other. Well, normal if you don't count her seven other siblings, and an overly enthusiastic grandmother. Growing up in a family of 11 (chaotic and boisterous household indeed), she has seen all forms of love. Enter Aarav. You know, the tall, brooding, handsome guy, who instantly sweeps Avni off her size 6 feet. It's all fun and games until someone brings up the word "Wedding". What happened, Avni? Trouble in Paradise? Or will there be another Prince Charming? Read The Perks Of Being An Indian Bride to find out!

Consistently ranked among ROMANCE and LOVE hot lists ***************************** After Avni Kashyap failed miserably in pursuing her first love, she stands strong without breaking down and marries Siddharth Malhotra. Will the one last chance she gives life result in happiness? ***************************** "Avni, What's wrong? Why are you crying?" Siddharth questioned, stammering with his mind blank by the shocking vision. "Do you not like me?" "No, It's not exactly that," came her instant reply, hiccupping. "I Love Someone Else," Avni uttered with enormous guilt in her voice. Anger surged through every cell of his body. Any man would desire 'I Love You, Husband' on their first night, but he gets to hear 'I Love Someone Else' from HIS Wife. What an irony! He fisted his hands, gritting his teeth, but nothing seemed to cool him down. He knew her parents well to presume they must've forced her. They would do no such thing. He was sure of her agreement. If she loved someone else, why did she give her consent to their marriage? He had a throbbing headache with the whole situation. What will happen now? Will their relationship mend into a sweet one or come to an end? Will they surpass the challenging situations that come their way and remain together? Oh! Did I mention Siddharth is a dream guy for any girl? Does the charming, calm, and composed billionaire have a reason to accept her at all? ****************************** COVER CREDITS : @Sakshidevi712 BEST RANKINGS #42 in Romance on 19.11.2021 #30 in Love on 17.05.2023 #6 in love story on 19.11.2021 #7 Arranged marriage on 19.11.2021 #5 in Bangalore on 23.10.2021 #12 in chicklit on 12.01.2022 #94 in crush on 22.11.2021 #3 in lovetriangle on 04.02.2022 #5 in India on 22.09.2021 #2 in marriage on 04.02.2022 #11 in Billionaire on 13.05.2023

She's a wild, free spirit who sees the good in everyone, and he's the hardened, bad-tempered loner who wants nothing to do with her-yet no matter how hard he tries to push her away, she's the one temptation he can't escape. *** He's never met someone with such a bubbly personality. Not to mention the wildness and odd phrases she says every five minutes. He hates it. He hates how he can't stay away from it. He hates what she does to him; it's not like him to chase after some girl. She gets under his skin like no other. She's never met someone with such a bad attitude. He's ill-mannered and menacing. The glare never seems to leave his face. Considering it all, she can't help but feel the attraction toward him. Dangerous attraction toward a seemingly dangerous man. Maybe it's the tattoos on his arm that gets her attention. Or maybe it's because she can tell there's hope for good under his rough exterior. And she's about to find it, whether he likes it or not. It's no secret that the two of them are complete and total opposites. *** "You like being called Sugar, don't you?" I tease, placing my toothbrush back after finishing. He does the same and gives me a side-eyed scowl. He grips my chin harshly and kisses me. My body temperature raises a good ten degrees and my right leg goes all wiggly. He pulls away. "You like it when I kiss you, don't you?" He teases the same way I did to him and I'm left blubbering. "I think both of our questions are rhetorical," I lower my voice up at him. His lip curls up into a smirk. *** #1 in Young Adult #9 in Badboy #1 in Cold #3 in Goodgirl #1 in Sweetheart #14 in Love *** *Warning* This story contains mature themes (language, scenes)

Marrying him was never supposed to happen. Rather, she had to be far away from him and his memories. She believed in love because of him, she cried because of him and now she's heartbroken because of him. Kyra Malhotra- A fashion designer by profession, a broken princess by heart. Friends and family are her priority, love a rarity. Ahaan Kapoor - A businessman by profession and heartthrob by looks. Love is his priority, losing her a rarity. The question is, will love happen, or will they separate their ways? Because it's both wanted and an unwanted marriage.

[Featured - AmbassadorsIN] ༻❁༺ Every heart sings a song, incomplete until another heart whispers back. ༻❁༺ Kabir, a widowed single father, finds himself setting foot in the waters of marriage again. Heer, a thirty-year-old single woman, decides to get married, only to fulfil her grandmother's last wish. With the heavy baggage of the past, scars of broken and hurting relationships, and differences, will the two ever survive this arrangement? Find more in Prelude. [Completed]