SLOW UPDATES A marriage born out of chaos, A bond neither of them expected. An incident unknowingly ties them together. GARV RATHORE, the ideal son of the prestigious Rathore family and a devoted single father. Strong, reserved, and fiercely protective, he has built walls around his heart, choosing duty over desire. Love was never part of his plans until fate had other ideas. ISHANI CHAUHAN, the eldest daughter of the influential CHAUHAN family. Bold, Independent, and a force of nature, she has spent her life striving for family's love yet always misunderstood. Marriage was never supposed to be her battle, yet she finds herself tied to a man who was never meant to be hers. As Ishani steps into a life she never imagined, she finds herself drawn not just to the man she married, but also to the little girl Ruhi who steals her heart. In a story of unexpected connections, slow-burning emotions, and a love that defies all logic, will Garv and Ishani find their way to each other... or will the past keep them apart?

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. ⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆. He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me. Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony. "Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder. His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust. But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back. I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly. "Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?" He pours his filthy words into my ear. And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too. I hate him. "I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?" The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now. His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth. "I got the answer." He chuckles roughly. ──⋆.✦ "𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?" ִֶָ 𓂃 ˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

Mature Content ~~ Book 1 In Villian Series . He swore loyalty to the man who stole everything from him...but loyalty is just another mask of vengeance. Trapped in a world of power , secrets and betrayal , he steps into a lion den with a smile on his lips and revenge in his blood . To destroy the man who shattered his past , he plays the part of a devoted ally---going as far as marrying into the very family he wants to ruin. But not everything is as it seems . She carries wounds no one sees , scars from childhood shadowed by silence . A healer of the brain by profession , a broken soul beneath . Her trauma walks back into her life just as she's forced into a marriage she never wanted . And while one man fights to uncover the truth behind a mother's death , another man quietly falls apart under the weight of secrets he's never known . Because the people pulling the strings aren't the ones you'd expect ---and when the masks start to slip , love , obsession and vengeance will all blur into one . _________________________________ _________________________________ LETHAL & HEALER ~~~

माँगा जो मेरा है जाता क्या तेरा है....मेने कौन सी तुझसे जन्नत माँगा ली कैसा खुदा है तू बस नाम का है तू.....रब्बा जो तेरी इतनी सी भी ना चली हा माँगा जो मेरा है जाता क्या तेरा है....मेने कौन सी तुझसे जन्नत माँगा ली कैसा खुदा है तू बस नाम का है तू.....रब्बा जो तेरी इतनी सी भी ना चली LOVE or HATE

Dark Romance | Hate to Love | Unwanted arranged Marriage A romantic yet dangerous tale of the King of Pratapgad and the Princess of Sitapur. A bond so rare... so wild... the kind everyone dreams of, but only a few finds. An unwanted arranged marriage. A love born from hate. A connection that will cross every limit whether in anger or in desire. Their madness for each other will pull you in so deep... you won't want to escape. Their love will raise your standards so high, you'll never settle for anything less than forever. Ek bar is book me aao phir yaise pyar me par jaoge ki kahi aur nahi ja paoge 🤭 ___________________________________ He is the ruthless King of Pratapgad...... feared by enemies, respected by his people, and unreadable even to those closest to him. A warrior with an iron heart... who doesn't believe in love ...or marriage. She is the fearless Princess of Sitapur...... strong, independent, and unbreakable. A woman who knows how to fight the world, Kind yet fierce. Understanding her is never simple. Both live for their family. And if anyone dares to harm them... they won't think twice before destroying everything. This is not a soft love story. This is a storm....where hate burns as fiercely as love... and love is just as dangerous. He never believed in love. She believes in nothing else. ___________________________________ King wanna say that "Hum se sab darte hain... par hamari wali kisi se nahi darti." ___________________________________ "Who are you?" he asked, his voice filled with authority. "A strong, self-independent woman... who knows how to fight the world," she replied, meeting his gaze without fear. Copyright ©️ 2025 authoshivi © All THE RIGHT RESERVE

#𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 They said grief changes people. But I remember when I looked at him, he didn't look broken. He looked awakened. Like a man who had finally found a reason to breathe again. Unfortunately, that reason was me. There's nothing loud about him. Forget raising his voice he barely speaks unless he has to. He just watches quietly, like a wolf waiting for its prey to stop running. When a man like him decides you're his, he doesn't need to say a word. He didn't have to touch me to make me feel trapped. He just had to look. And maybe that's what chains really are...not metal or rope, but the slow suffocation of being seen, claimed, and never asked if you wanted to be free. If the girl I was four years ago had seen who I am today, she would have laughed at herself, completely unaware that one day she would herself say that: Arhaan Mirza is my fate, my curse, my damnation and the chains of desire my soul refuses to break free from. ~ Arhaan X Eyana

A king who fears nothing. A girl he was never supposed to love. Some people fight for love. He was ready to rule the world... and burn it, if he had to. He could silence an entire kingdom... but never the obsession growing inside his own heart. "Log baatein kar rahe hain." She whispered . "Log? Hmari nazrein kis par tikti hain...iska hisaab hum mahal mein kisi ko dena zaruri nahi samajhte."He spoke aggressively. Tropes❤️ KingXCommoner ShyXPossessive Slowburn Forbidden love He falls first and harder

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

જ⁀➴ 𝓔 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ~ "I asked you something, Why did you do that for me?" she said, fastening her seatbelt. He stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. "Because I hate you," He said finally. Her head snapped toward him. "And damn it... you hate me too. Maybe the most." He let out a short breath. "And I want that hate all for myself." ~ "But you hated me." She said, while shivering in his arms. "I'm re-considering my life decisions at this point." He whispered before pulling her into a kiss.

Power. Promises. Perfidy. Power is meant to be taken. Promises are meant to be broken. Perfidy is meant to hurt. A dirty world built on fake promises, betrayal, and the grief of broken trust - the very world he belongs to. Growing up in an atmosphere where everything came easily gave birth to a dangerous belief inside him: that everything he desires already belongs to him. Aarish Ahuja - the man who hides behind calm expressions and practiced smiles, using charm as a weapon while concealing intentions far darker beneath the surface. Anyone could fall into the trap of his charisma, but those who truly know him choose to stay away. Holding one of the highest positions in the government of Uttar Pradesh, his presence alone is enough to make people tremble. No one dares to meet his eyes. No one dares to question him. Until her. The girl who glares back at him without fear. The girl who dares to point fingers at the man the entire world bows before. She knows exactly what she is doing - until fate forces her into a marriage with the very man she vowed to hate. Not just him, but the corrupt system he represents. Her rage toward the government has always been obvious, but somehow, every ounce of that hatred finds its way back to the man sitting on the throne - him. A girl who blooms like flowers in spring and silently prays for every ambulance that passes by. Hatred barely exists inside her heart, and when it does, it is never truly for the person - it is for the ugliness of their mindset. Her soft, delicate heart was never meant to fight against the government. Yet she continues to do everything she is warned not to do. But what happens when hatred slowly begins to feel like love? What happens when two people standing on opposite sides of power start falling for each other? Will it be politics... or love? Because where love ends, politics begins. SIYASAT~