Arjun Srivastava x Preeti Aggarwal "I cannot be yours now. My marriage is fixed. Leave me Arjun." I implored under his cage. "You were, are and will always be mine, my chipmunk." He teased me with the name that he had given me during our school time. "I ain't your chipmunk!" I grumbled, scuffling under his hold. His warm breath was fanning my face, neck and cleavage. "Say that you don't love and I swear I won't show my face to you again." He sounded hurt and broken. I love you! I love you to the moon and back, my Arjun, but I can't marry you now. "I don't love you anymore!" I exclaimed, closing my eyes and hiding my tears. He left my wrists immediately and walked away. "ARJUN!" I called him out, but he didn't turn back. My heart cried for him, but my parents had already paid enough dowry to my in-laws, so I couldn't break this alliance. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Preeti Aggarwal was a young chubby college student, who was in love with Arjun Srivastava - the chief inspector of Prayagraj, but they weren't together anymore. Circumstances turned upside down and her marriage was fixed with a stranger. How will they unite again? How will they convince their families? How will they fall in love for the second time?

"I don't want to become the kind of Adwait who would rip every single skin cell off any man who dares to have even the faintest touch upon your skin," He placed a soft, lingering kiss on her earlobe. Nitya's heart raced in response to his words. She turned to look into his eyes, searching for any sign of playfulness, but all she found was an unwavering intensity that confirmed he was entirely serious. "And I know, deep down, you wouldn't want me to become that person. Am I right, my Sweetheart?" She nodded her head lightly. "Words, my love, I want to hear your voice," he implored, his cheek brushing tenderly against hers. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, as he pressed a tender kiss upon her jawline. *** Two strangers met by chance on a sprawling university campus, and fate decided to play its hand, pulling them together through a series of twists and turns. As their love grew, so did the challenges, with societal barriers and complications threatening to tear them apart. They navigated their relationship with tears and heartache, fighting desperately to keep their bond strong. Will their love survive the rough patches? Will they find the strength to overcome every obstacle, or will they give up in the face of defeat?

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 "𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. ••••• "Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me," he challenged. "I don't love you," I declare. He smiled at me, though his expression was tinged with pain, tears pooling in the depths of his eyes. "I knew it, you still love me so much." I was rendered speechless by his declaration, my efforts to conceal my emotions proving futile as he effortlessly deciphered the truth written in my eyes. "Say it, just once, that you love me, my Sweetheart. Just once, please," he pleaded. I finally surrendered, tears misting my own eyes as all rational thoughts scattered, "I love you. I never stopped loving you." "And I love you infinitely more," he declared, leaning closer towards my lips. I placed a trembling hand over his mouth, halting him in his tracks, and shook my head slowly. "We can't. It's wrong. We can't betray our partners." *** Two hearts, torn apart by the cruel hand of fate, find themselves face to face after 4 long years. Once college sweethearts, they have now transformed into business partners. People have come and gone, circumstances have shifted, choices have been made, and personalities have evolved. But, one thing remains unchanged: their undying love for each other, that consumes them day and night to finally claim each other as their own. However, the path ahead is far from simple. Bound by commitments, every move feels like a forbidden dance. Will they muster the strength to resist their burning desire or succumb to the long lost desire for each other?

3 brothers, 3 women and 3 stories The vicious love of royals is a combination of 1 family and 3 vicious romances 1. THE VICIOUS BET Daharthya Rajput, the Maharaja Sahab, ruler of Vardhgarh, the holder of immense power. This was his identity, one that everyone know of, but was it all a man of no manner had to offer? He was a bad man, no privation. A ludicrous person no repudiation. But what if even a bad man got themself a love story? A love story with another, bad woman. Ahilya Rajadi belonged to a renowned family in Gujrat. Did she know that her one statement and her attitude to Raja Sahab of Vardhgarh, Rajasthan have a consequence so treacherous? Did she know that she will win over a bet in a chess game? 2. THE VICIOUS RESCUE The man has the eyes of a devil. This is what a woman said when they met their gaze with bade hukum of Vardhgarh. They called him dangerous just because he looked like one. But are words truly justification for someone's real self? Ekvarthya might be a man with devil's eyes, but he was also a man with lord's heart. And when the eyes of the devil and the heart of the lord find a girl suffering under an epicure man. Will he save her like a deity or tear the world apart like a demon? Jinitya suffered and never complained, and prayed for faith but her questions were asked by the Satan of hell rather the god of heaven. 3. THE VICIOUS DEALER Samaira was promised to his brother, destined to be married to Daharthya, she was out of reach, the person he was never supposed to see, at least not with the eyes of what he first saw her. It was all boundaries, one that should never cross. But luck is always in favour of a man who deserves it. And Jasvanthya did. The chote hukum of Vardhgarh was affected by dreams of a girl he knew he could never have, but now she was there in his bed. Next to him. As his wife. And yet he can't touch her. Not look at her. How come being next to her, she is still unreachable as she was ever?

THE DIMENSION ONE : A Debt repayment. She was embezzled on the day of her wedding. Manyata had lived her existence with the drizzle of gold all her life. Protected and kept safe, pampered and cherished. Had she known? The day she believed should be the happiest? She would be running in the middle of nowhere to be saved by a monster who had previously crossed her path once. Prithviraj was no prince, yet he had a borrowed throne. He sat high, but someone's seating position doesn't make one's sense that heightened. He took what was his, in the worst form. A girl. The one who stumbled on his chest, and now fell in the dungeon of his house. Was he the storm that took her away? Or was she the flood he never thought would come across? And never to forget the fact, That storm and floods are always accompanied by each other. Similarly, were these two meant to be? THE DIMENSION TWO : She was a girl he had witnessed for years. Always more exemplary than his previous encounters. But the more devious her exquisite beauty was the more deviant she managed to make him. But, those days of relinquishing her were bound to end, when the lover of the century was ready to lay himself down to whatever awaited him when he took his first step towards her. The future king of Jodhgarh was set to marry only those who are high-matched with him, to seek gain. But the prince has lost his heart already to the girl from another town. Manyata Daiwar was forbidden to know a man because for her the only one worth it was her brother. She never put forth her desires for her brother's interest. Until someone who sought to break rules was brought to life. But on the cost of what? Her being bounded by another. And not just rule, maybe tied around even with ropes.

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.

Zehra Hassan She was robbed of her ordinary life, brought into the dirt turned into a profanity introduced to the vulgarity of the red light area. She was tormented by day and tortured at night, fighting to survive in a completely different world. Daiwik Agnihotri The true hand behind every dark action of Agnivanshi. The real merciless man who can close his eyes and drive a car over a person if asked. Handsome but black heart, silent yet vicious. A man who is defination of anger. ~ When the one battling to survive has been served on a platter for a man who knows no mercy, will her bones break or soul will be united? And when you find out that this is not everything they have to offer, how willing are you to sink into the ship of grief and happiness?

SEQUEL BOOK (SHORT STORY) Wasn't life meant to be beautiful after the constant darkness, when a girl raised in a brothel has fought her pathway and her demons, wasn't the ending suppose to be happy? When she believed her journey of being Taara from Muqda ended, it will finally be dreamy, but the colours she thought had returned in her life were still stuck on somewhere in the lane, and the block was her denial. Abhiraj was in love, but how much can you abide if the person you keep giving your heart only chooses to stomp on it? How persistent will he be? Two people bounded by strange planning were now bound together otheirre own will but still distance and boundaries neither of them crosses. How will love that is given ever reach the one on the other side, and if the person on the other side will extend her hand willingly?

SEQUEL BOOK (Short Story) Aamira (RAJSHRI) Raajnandan is a girl who was given as a gift, as a replacement for a ruthless man. How do you think her life will take turns? And when that man is allergic to love. How will he engulf the emotions he have started to feel for her? The pain and the happiness, the delicate and the ruthless! How will this story take turns? See what's ahead of us...

Back to 90's. She was just a weak, timid, small 16 years old village girl who was unwantedly married to a 24 years old man. She was the youngest among the 3 brothers. Married at the age of 16 when she was just introduced to her responsibilities. Her husband doesn't have any financial problems, he has a big house where he lives with his wife. He was very small when he lost his parents so his grandparents took care of him. After there marriage he only lives with his wife. Let's see how will they face the journey of this new beginning.