TWO COUSINS SISTER MARRIED TO TWO BROTHER!! Inaya and Varanya, more than just cousins-sisters at heart-never imagined their fates would intertwine so deeply. Both find themselves married into the same powerful family, tied to two brothers who change their lives forever. Inaya, a hopeless romantic, had her heart set on another, but destiny had other plans. Avyukt Ranawat, a man of power and arrogance, despised the very idea of this marriage, yet he went through with it for his own benefit. Cold and controlling, he sees her as nothing more than a strategic move-but can even a man like him resist love forever? Meanwhile, Varanya, a carefree dreamer, once rejected Yugant Ranawat, never thinking twice about it. But Yugant was never a man to accept defeat. Now married, he has his own plans, and she finds herself caught between her past choices and his unshaken determination. As emotions clash and hearts defy reason, will these men, known for their arrogance and control, ever surrender to love? And can Inaya and Varanya find happiness in a marriage they never chose?

Highly mature content A game of revenge, love, hatred and manipulation. #1 in desi love #1 in lonely #1 in adult-content #1 in recommendation #1 in watty #1 in fiction

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

....˖☆𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 + 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞☆˖.... "You can't marry him Vaani" I said staring deep in her eyes gritting my teeth my chest tighten with unfamiliar and unbearable pain , just the thought of her being with someone else kills me so much. "Why?" She asked adding salt on my wounds anger consumed me at this moment, while tightening my grip on her arms and pulling her closer I let out a painful chuckle and said " Because he don't deserve someone like you he deserves someone much better" I could feel the burn in my eyes, my tears are fighting to rolled down my eyes but I didn't let them , hurting her is hurting me more than she could imagine. She remained silent tears rolled down her eyes damage caused by my words were clearly visible in her eyes , I am dying to hug her comfort her but the betrayal the, damge ,the pain I am carrying all these years stopped me from doing so. "Do you hate me this much Nirvaan?" She asked in painful voice looking straight in my eyes , my heart clenched painfully on her condition , I wiped her tears and whispered so softly that she can't hear it. "𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 " ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "Aap ke ye aanshu humare zakhmo pe namak ka kaam karte hai Vaani " ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ★𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐏𝐔𝐓★ " I was thrown in dark dead night enough times to realise I am not worthy to meet sunshine" ★𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃★ "I am dying to be her sunshine so bright to her dark dead night yet, so warm to melt away all her pain" ______________

Enemies at the Boardroom Dark Royal Romance | Multi-Couple | 18+ | Hindi-English "Married by convenience. Bound by secrets. Destroyed by desire." Started on: 1 SEPTEMBER 2024 Ended on: 30 JUN 2026 A royal wedding on paper. Two signatures. Zero submission. One CEO king still haunted by a woman he lost. One lawyer too dangerous to be tamed. She walks into his empire thinking he's the storm to survive. Turns out, he is the silence before it. He knows more than he says. She is more than she seems. And when the real game begins- neither of them is ready for the cost. There are no love confessions here. Only power. Obsession. Control. And chemistry you can't fake. - Character Aesthetics ◉ Atharva Rajput - The man whose silence screams. Obsessive. Strategic. Dangerous. ◉ Avantika Singh Rajput - Fire in a red saree. Sharp, cold, unbending. Her dialogues cut deeper than his silence. ✎ "Aapne hamare profession ka mazaak bana rakha hai." ✎ "Biwi dushman thodi acchi lagengi." ♤Tropes♤ › Marriage of Convenience › Enemies to Obsession › Power Couple › Slow Burn › Hidden Identity - ⚠️ Warning: If you're expecting a soft, healing romance you've opened the wrong damn book. This one drips in control, fire, and secrets you won't see coming. ✨️CONTAINS CHEATING INSTANCES This is the fiction dripping with reality🔥

#3 on top 10 in India on 22.4.25 #1 on top 10 on 3.6.25 #1 on top 10 on 4.6.25 (1st book of DESTINY SERIES :TALES OF DESTINY) Samarth Oberoi, a reserved and disciplined Mathematics professor, values logic over emotions, hiding his vulnerability behind a cold demeanor. Abhiya Sharma, a lively and sensitive young studenr, finds herself navigating her way through life's challenges with resilience, her warmth often clashing with Samarth's stern exterior. Somehow their fate was entwined. ABHIYA SHARMA × SAMARTH OBEROI MANVI SINGH × ARMAAN BIRLA KRITIKA OBEROI × SHOURYA SHARMA T R O P E S: AGE GAP PROFFESOR×STUDENT FORCED MARRAIGE .. GRUMPY×SUNSHINE HATE TO LOVE SHE FELL FIRST BUT HE FELL HARDEST. Initial chapters are quite short and lot of mistake please ignore it 😭👈 .........................

Book 2 of wounded series. Niyati Ahuja never dreamed of becoming the woman she was today. Once, she had imagined a home filled with laughter, love, and quiet Sunday mornings. Instead, she found herself trapped in a marriage that became a prison. Behind closed doors, her husband shattered her spirit with years of physical violence, sexual abuse, and relentless control. Things took a turn when she found out about her pregnancy and the only thing she ever wanted was to never let her husband's shadow touch her child. After his death, Niyati rebuilds her life brick by brick. Cold, distant, and feared by her students, she becomes a professor at one of the country's most prestigious colleges. She has stopped believing in love. Happy endings are for other people. Then walks in Shivam Rajvanshi. The charming heir to one of India's largest business empires is everything Niyati isn't, warm, patient, ridiculously optimistic, and determined to spread sunshine wherever he goes. The moment he meets Niyati, he knows she's the one he's searching for. But winning over Niyati is a battle. As Shivam slowly breaks through the walls around her heart, buried secrets begin clawing their way back to the surface. Because Niyati's husband didn't simply disappear from their lives. Together, Niyati and Shivam made a choice on one horrifying night that changed everything forever. A choice born from terror, desperation, and the instinct to survive.

𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. . . . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝟏𝟐/𝟎𝟑/𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐍𝐃 - ......

°• || 𝑺𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒐𝒏 2 𝒐𝒇 𝑲𝑹𝑽𝑪 || •°( Standalone ) ❝ He calls her Cookie. She says she doesn't care. The entire campus knows she's lying. ❞ ┈┈┈┈ ⟡ ┈┈┈┈ KRVC is back. Loud. Chaotic. And watching very closely. The canteen still hosts unfinished conversations. The hostels still echo with laughter, midnight drama, and friendships that feel permanent. The sports ground still creates heroes. And somewhere between all of that- a story quietly begins. ⊹ She's the loud one. Blunt. Fearless. Always ready with an argument and a casual, ❝ Mujhe farak nahi padta. ❞ ⊹ He's the rival. Calm. Steady. The boy who rarely says more than necessary- except for that one nickname. The one he saves only for her. ❝ Cookie. ❞ ⊹ Then there's the best friend. The human embodiment of chaos. The boy who loves loudly, laughs harder, and would fight the entire world for the people he calls his own. ┈┈┈┈ ⟡ ┈┈┈┈ This isn't a love story. Not yet. It's rivalry. It's banter. It's accidental closeness. It's stolen moments that stay long after they're gone. Between exams, trophies, hostel wars, festivals, late-night walks, and friendships that slowly become family... Feelings begin slipping through the cracks. Quietly. Patiently. Dangerously. ┈┈┈┈ ⟡ ┈┈┈┈ ◈ Campus Romance ◈ Slow Burn ◈ Best Friend's Rival ◈ Loud Girl × Calm Boy ◈ He Falls First (Obviously) ◈ Banter To Feelings ◈ Found Family ◈ Everyone Knows Except Them ◈ College Chaos ┈┈┈┈ ⟡ ┈┈┈┈ ❝ Some love stories don't start with a confession. They start with a nickname nobody else is allowed to use. ❞ ✦ 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 ✦ This story is an original work of fiction. ✦ PLEASE DO NOT COPY, REPOST, TRANSLATE, ADAPT, OR REUSE ANY PART OF THIS STORY WITHOUT MY EXPLICIT PERMISSION. ✦ A

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.