"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

She is the country's most fearless CBI officer. She is cold, disciplined, brilliant... and proudly misandrist. She is absolutely convinced that trusting a man is the biggest mistake a woman can make. He's the nation's most adored and dangerous politician, wrapped in charm, buried in power, and hiding secrets deep enough to drown a country. She's been assigned one mission to bring him down, expose him and break him. She will cross lines, and set the whole world on fire if that is what it takes to prove what he truly is. But the deeper she walks into his world, the more twisted the truth becomes, and it will not be clear for a very long time who is actually controlling the game or who the real mastermind is. But every moment they stand against each other feels unbearably close to burning together. She is built to uphold the law and he was born to defy it. If either of them slips, it will not be love. It will be the most beautiful kind of destruction... and neither of them will escape untouched. |Book 2 of Brutally Yours | Can be read as stand alone|

#Top 2 in India ( 29/7/2025 ) #Top 3 in India ( 02/8/2025 ) #Top 1 in India ( 04/8/2025 ) 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 : 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 "ᴺᴼᵀ ᴱⱽᴱᴿʸᴼᴺᴱ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴿᴱˢᴾᴱᶜᵀ, ᵀᴴᴱʸ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴴᴬᵀᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵁᴺᵂᴬᴺᵀᴱᴰ ᴾᴸᴬᶜᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴼᴾᴸᴱ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ ". ♱ 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢 ♱ " 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 " ⋆⋆⋆ ♱ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 ♱ " 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 " " ᴴᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱˢᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ" ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

"You can't force me" she screamed with teary eyes. "I can, I am your husband I can do whatever I want" he held her both wrist tightly and pushed her to the wall. He was about to kiss her neck but she fainted in his arms. He picked her up in his arms and lay her down on the bed. And caressed her cheeks softly and said "I can't love you, I just don't know how to love.I don't believe in love. You are my wife for the world but for me you are nothing" And He left the room. ------------------------------------------- That Day changed everything in their life. Their destiny brought them together. "Destiny has its own way to reunite the hearts meant for each other"

Don't judge the book after reading the few chapter of starting. Have patience the story will unfold slowly chapter after chapter... After a while, Rachit leaned slightly towards her and whispered, "Tu zyada hi interest nahi le rahi." (You're taking a little too much interest.) Without missing a beat, Aadhya replied with a completely straight face, "Maal hai yaar..." (He's hot, yaar...) Rachit looked at her with horror. He thought, "Tharki kahin ki." What if the tropes are reversed?? What if the 'typical' mafia boss is now the female lead instead of male lead?? What if the girl is too hard to melt this time?? What if the girl is lonely and detached this time?? What if the girl is also of the type, "Touch him and rot in hell." ?? . . . . Wanna read a story where the girl make everyone kneel down. From whom even the ruthless mafia bosses worldwide are afraid.. Who don't think twice before killing the one who harms her loved ones !! Who loves her partner but don't show. Who can kill dozen girls in row just because they were drooling over her men !! . . . . . Trooooopes: Sunshine boy × Rude girl Lawyer × CEO Jolly × Ruthless and Rude Loved by everyone × Ignored by own family He fell first she fell harder. College student × College student . . . . . A tale of a family which is nothing but chaos(The younger ones.) A family where most of the relations are because of wealth. Where the elders are blinded by money. Where most of the children are deprived of their parents love because they were busy doing parties and wasting money. Where they ignore one of them just beacuse of some misunderstanding created by her own blood. Where every young couple's story will make you learn some harsh reality of life. . . . . Mention of violence.

His gaze locked into mine, intense, unwavering. "I need a verbal answer, little rose." I could hardly find my voice, but it escaped in a trembling whisper, "Y-yes... Abhii." In the next breath, he pulled my flush against him, his hand gripping the back of my neck. His lips found mine, gentle only for the first second before deepening. His kiss was commanding, urgent-sucking on my lips as if he'd never let me go. I tried to match him, to kiss him back, but his force, his hunger was overwhelming. All I could do was yield, surrender, let him take control. Wounded King is connected to the world of Shattered Silk, but it is a complete story on its own and can be read without reading the first book. Abhishek Rana never wanted a wife - only a name to offer someone with no one left. When he finds Naina, orphaned and alone, marrying her feels like fulfilling a duty... nothing more. "Not a single chapter wasted-every page pulls you deeper into a slow-burn that won't let you go." A slow-burn, age-gap romance between two broken souls forced into an unwanted marriage - and a love neither of them saw coming.

Slap came harder, knocking her to the floor. Tears welled as she looked up at him, trembling. "Who gave you permission to go to his house? If I tell you something, you follow it. This is my house. You live here, you listen to me. Can't you understand a simple thing?" he roared. Roshni forced herself up, fire in her tear-filled eyes. "Then stay in your house. I don't want to live here. Take everything you gave me!" She throw her bag, phone shoes and shirt at him. Daksh's grip clamped around her arms. "What do you think you're doing?" Before he could say more, her palm struck his cheek. The slap echoed in the open area. She shoved him back, turned on her heel, and stormed out. __________________________________ "Okay, daddy," she said innocently. My eyes widened. Did she actually say that? "What?" "Okay, daddy." She repeated the word with the straightest innocent face. "Do you even know what you're saying?" "Yeah _______________________________ "I'm not into pet play, Daddy," Roshni said suddenly. Daksh looked with confusion flashing across his face. "Pet play?" "Yes. You said I look like a puppy when you hold me like this. But I'm not into pet play." "What is a pet play?" he asked, still frowning. ______________________________ Our eyes locked. He again slipped his hand his finger stayed a second long on my bud but he pulled his hand out immediately shaking his head. Another chit "I'm sorry," with a crying emoji. _______________________________ This story is between the college professor and his childhood sweetheart.

🥇 #1 in Wattpad 🥇 #1 in WattpadIndia 🥇 #1 in WattpadRomance 🥇 #1 in WattpadFiction 🥇#1 in WattpadFanFiction 🥇 #1 in FirstStory 🥇#1 in Firstloves 🥇#1 in Wedding 🥇 And so many more rankings that still feel unreal to me! (13.06.2026) On the day of his wedding, Dhruv Malhotra was left at the altar. Humiliated. Betrayed. Enraged. And somehow, Riya ended up paying the price. Now trapped in a marriage neither of them wanted, Riya becomes the target of a man who looks at her like she ruined his life. Dhruv hates her. Riya fears him. But behind closed doors, hatred slowly begins to blur into something far more dangerous. Because in a marriage built on revenge... someone is bound to fall first.

He's the man the world fears. She's the girl the world overlooks. And fate just forced them into each other's lives. Reyansh Singhania is a name that echoes power. Cold, commanding, and heartbreakingly handsome, he's built empires with a single look and destroyed legacies with a word. Love? It's a weakness he refuses to entertain. His heart is locked behind walls no one dares approach-until she arrives. Janhavi Mehera is the quiet storm he never saw coming. Shy, soft-spoken, and burdened by her past, she hides her scars behind a practiced smile. But her silence speaks volumes-and in the language of dance, she reveals more than words ever could. She never asked to be part of his world. Now, she can't escape it. Two opposites. One forced bond. And a slow-burning fire neither of them can ignore. He sees her as a disruption. She sees him as a storm. But in the spaces between their battles, something begins to bloom-raw, fragile, undeniable. Will Reyansh let down his guard long enough to see the truth behind her smile? Will Janhavi risk her heart on a man who doesn't believe in love? In a world where power rules and love is forbidden, can two broken souls find healing in each other... or will they destroy what little is left of themselves trying?