#TOP 9 in India [ 28/06/2026] #TOP 4 in India [ 29 /06] [ 31/07] [1/2/3/4/5/6/7/08/26] #TOP 3 in India [ 30/7/2026] BOOK ONE OF FORCED MARRIAGE SERIES. Dhananjay Reddy is a 34-year-old South Indian mafia and a powerful businessman ruling across Telangana and Andhra Pradesh. His fear is so absolute that people tremble before taking his name, the world calls him only as Mr. Reddy, except his family. He is a devoted follower of Mahakaal. Power, blood and control define his world. There was only one weakness in his life Vaidehi Rao. His college crush and obsession. When Dhananjay was in his final year of college and Vaidehi was a fresher, they fell into a relationship that consumed him completely. He needed her not just to love but to breathe. Then everything shattered Vaidehi married another man. On her wedding night Dhananjay shot her husband right in front of her eyes. Broken and devastated Vaidehi cursed him "The day you fall in love again, that love will be taken away from you right before your eyes Dhananjay Reddy." Dhananjay laughed at fate, he believed he was no longer capable of loving anyone but destiny had other plans. He is forced into marriage with a girl nine years younger than him. Aashiyaana Raj 25- years -old. A North Indian girl-soft-spoken, naive and innocent. She has zero knowledge of South Indian culture, language or traditions. The land, the people, the customs everything about his world is foreign to her. She lost her parents in a tragic accident while she was in the 12th grade and was taken in by her uncle. A devoted follower of Mahakaali, her faith was her only strength until the day her uncle revealed the truth. He had been blackmailed if Aashiyaana did not marry Mr. Reddy their lives would be destroyed and so she said yes. Will Dhananjay Reddy ever love again? Will Vaidehi's curse come true? And what is the real truth behind Vaidehi marriage? Will his family accept Aashiyaana? To find out read the story.

A forced royal marriage| 19 year old bride of Jodhpur A mature guy king --- - He's cold, royal, and gentleman. -She's kind, rebellious, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

(Book 2 of the Mafia standalone series) Matteo Rossi x Aria Bianchi "Matteo-" The word dies in my throat as he reaches across the console, one arm wrapping around my waist, and before I can process what's happening, he lifts me effortlessly and pulls me onto his lap. My breath catches and I stare at him, stunned. His face is inches from mine. Close enough that I can see the faint scar near his eyebrow. Close enough to feel the heat of him through the thin fabric of his shirt. "Matteo-" I start again, but it comes out softer this time. He kisses me. It's not gentle, it's not hesitant.... it's desperate. I freeze for half a second, my mind blanking completely and then something inside me snaps. I kiss him back harder, aggressive in a way that surprises even me. His lips are rough on mine, aggressive and insistent. He kisses me like he's starving for it. My hands fist in his shirt, anchoring myself to him as he devours my mouth. His tongue slides against mine and I moan into him. The sound is swallowed by his kiss, muffled by his lips.

COMPLETED/AVAILABLE ON STCK #The guards series: book 1 Karikalan was born with nothing but a name and a fire in his soul. Betrayed by fate, hardened by loss, he clawed his way up from the dirt to become the right hand of Dhananjay Raghav Thevar. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. His past was buried beneath blood and loyalty... until she came along. Mayuri. The boss's ignored daughter. Off-limits in every possible way. At nineteen, Mayuri was a whirlwind of defiance and curiosity, untouched by the darkness Karikalan had long embraced. When she was assigned a bodyguard, she got him... a man who met her fire with ice, who challenged her at every turn, who never once saw her as anything more than a nuisance. She fell first. Hard. But Karikalan? He refused to fall at all. Their relationship was a war... tempestuous, reckless, forbidden. She was a line he couldn't cross, and he was a battle she refused to lose. Yet, in a world where power dictated love and loyalty came at a price, some lines weren't just dangerous. They were deadly.

𐙚⋆° 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 & 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐄 One night was all it took. A night they don't fully remember. A mistake they can't take back. By morning, it isn't just regret that stays - it's the truth. She's pregnant. Mahira and Ibzan try to move on, to fix it in their own ways, to pretend it never happened. But some things refuse to disappear. And when their families find out, the choice is no longer theirs. They are bound into a marriage built not on love, but responsibility on a need to correct what went wrong. Living together becomes harder than walking away ever was. Every moment carries the weight of that night. Every silence, every glance, every word left unsaid. Because what began as a mistake... doesn't feel like one anymore. Read the story to know more. Core tags 🏷️ (Slow Burn, Forbidden Love, She Falls First, He Falls Harder, Professor × Student, Grumpy × Sunshine, Arranged Marriage) Additional tags 🏷️ (Accidental Pregnancy, Forced Proximity, Unspoken Feelings, Right Person, Wrong Beginning)

Was it her fate? To marry someone 13 years older than her? Sarisha Rawal was the girl who stomped in her town of Vardhgarh on her bare feet, exploring the beauty of living with her open eyes. Until those feet were halted by a tragedy. When eternal sunshine is not so bright eternally and the darkness looms over her life in a form of a husband. There she stands, under a big question to find someone, who is responsible for her miserable state. And that someone she believes is none other than her life partner. Vidyut Daiwar was the right-hand man of the current ruler of Rajasthan's patriarchal modern world of politicians and unrecalled for rulers. When his fate is tied in the game of lands and politics only to conquer something trivial. He is condoned to take the fatal step of marriage. But his unnerving felicity had other plans for him. One he was not ready to accept, at least not in the form of a 19-year-old girl.

Rudraansh Singh Rathore rules Devgarh with steady hands and a heart that rarely bends. To his people, he is their king. To Vaidehi, he has always simply been Rudra - the boy who once dragged her through palace corridors, the friend who never let her go, the man whose rare smiles are hers alone. Vaidehi was never born royal, yet the palace has always been her home. Daughter of the king's most trusted minister, she grew up beside Rudraansh - his confidante, his sparring partner, his Mishti. And though the world sees only a courtier's daughter, to him she is irreplaceable. As the palace bustles with festivals, family bonds, and whispered marriage proposals, one truth grows harder to ignore: sometimes the quietest bond burns brighter than any crown.

*** Reviews below 👇 *** The story of king Adinath, a righteous king known for his anger, and Queen Vaishnavi, an innocent girl whose horoscope got her married to the King of the Nine Kingdoms. This is the kind of book that can make you smile and relax after a bad day and fill your heart with happiness and love!!! There are moments that will make you laugh, moments that will you make you think, moments that will make you feel good, but mostly moments that will put a smile on your face :) Step into the beautiful world of Royal love yourself or look at some of the comments from our readers below for a quick sneak-peak "From "I cannot understand your silence" to "Silence can speak too" 💗💗💗" "Made my heart melt😭💗" "THE STORY IS SO DIFFERENT AND AMAZING especially the bickerings btw second couple and I've no words to describe how beautiful the king and the queen's bond is ❤️" "The way you portray the emotions and feelings, makes this story too surreal" "Aww this was so beautiful that I teared up a little please😭💗🦋✨💫🌸" "This is the most beautiful and elegant way to describe romance" "This book has the most heart touching man I have ever read" "Omg finallyy😭💗✨ the line tho- oh my heart😭❤" "Who confesses oh so casually 😫" "This is getting close to my heart" "This is so cute 😍🌸" "I could not help but smile" "I read it at one go ....it's really interesting n beautifully written" "This book is my therapy ❤️" So ready to step in for the ride? Note: Updates every Friday at 4:00 PM IST

Each step, each round of the holy fire, led Meera and Shreyansh into a life they never expected, never planned, and never even imagined. Once strangers with separate paths, their lives were now intricately tangled, bound by fate's unpredictable design. "Now, fill the partition with vermillion on the bride's head," the priest announced. Shreyansh pinched some vermillion between his fingers. As an elderly lady unveiled Meera, Shreyansh's gaze fell upon her tear-streaked face. Her eyes remained tightly shut, as if shielding herself from the harsh reality unfolding around her. With a heavy heart, Shreyansh filled her partition with the sacred red powder, some of it falling onto the bridge of her nose. "Aaj se aap dono pati patni hai, vivaah sampurn hua," the priest proclaimed, declaring them husband and wife. A wedding is supposed to be a joyous celebration, a sacred union filled with love and affection, the beginning of two lives intertwined in harmony. Yet, their wedding felt like a solemn ceremony devoid of joy. No music, no laughter, no celebration. Shreyansh stood up from the mandap and walked away, leaving Meera sitting there, still covered by her veil. Her fingers fidgeted with a pendant, the name "Vikram" etched into it. A fresh wave of tears cascaded down her cheeks as she caressed the initial of Vikram's name. Unable to hold back her anguish, she whispered his name, "Vikram," before her body gave in to the overwhelming emotions and she fell unconscious.