We've often read about men and their grovelling but now it's Maliah who's going to grovel till the very end to save the man she destroyed.

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

Book 2 where she fell harder. ~♥︎♥︎♥︎~ Every ending has a new beginning! Aryan Malhotra has now started a new life in Menlo Park, California. After getting his heart broken, he was no more a notorious, funny boy he used to be during his school days. Instead he is a 25 year old man now, who has become more responsible, mature and arrogant. His heart has been frozen and numb since five years. Unknown to the fact, that there is one more person living in India who is going through the same pain of heartbreak from past five years. What will happen when the two destined souls will meet again, bringing them back to where they left? Will the Broken Hearts heal? After all, it all started with a Confession! ~♥︎♥︎♥︎~

❛ The Dark love of Mafia's ❜ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Secrets which are hidden. Some secrets are burned and some are buried beneath their feet, some are present and in front of their eyes yet unknown to them. Some are hiding the truth. While some were finding the truth. They met and the truth unfolds in front of them. Some are too naive to understand it while some are too ingenious in hiding it. And in the journey of finding their nightmares and the reason behind it they almost forgot that- the world is round and no matter how far they run from each other to hunt the truth , they will come back to each other because the Secrets are lying between them. Lying between them! THREE COUPLES = THREE STORIES and all are INTERLINKED with each other. ^•^•^•^•^•^•^ A multi Couple book ❤️

𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐱 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 -𝟏| 𝟐𝟏+ - - - "You think you can buy me off like the rest of your pawns, Reyansh?" "I don't need to buy you, Athira. I'll break you... make you beg. And you'll fucking love it." - - - To the world, Athira Roy is perfection-a golden girl, the epitome of grace, smiles, and charm. But the moment Reyansh Sehgal enters the room, her light extinguishes into a dim flicker. They say power is everything, but what happens when the rich heiress is forced to marry the heir to the most dangerous mafia empire? When love, hate, and dominance blur together until the lines don't exist? When secrets buried so deep, they were never meant to be uncovered, come crawling to the surface? Their worlds were never meant to collide-but when they do, it's destructive, chaotic, and inevitable. Because once those secrets start unraveling. They'll be bound by more than just fates. And neither of them will be able to escape.

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.

A story as captivating as any inspired by the scandalous affairs of Bridgerton. The Rajmata faces a challenge: securing a Maharani for the enigmatic Maharaja Suryadev. Bazaars' and temples' gossips of Vijayanagara Empire buzz with speculation. The heir to the Hampi throne, the captivating Suryadev, has seemingly set his sights on the enchanting - and rising star - Devaki Kumari, Princess of a small but honourable kingdom. But beneath the opulent silk and gleaming jewels, a secret pact binds them. Suryadev, weary of relentless matchmaking, hatches a plan with Devaki. A clever masquerade to deflect the scheming mothers who hound him, granting Devaki freedom from the constraints of societal expectations. As they navigate dazzling courtly festivities, monsoon rains, elaborately sculpted stone temples and serene palace gardens, the line between pretense and passion blurs. Suryadev's captivating gaze and Devaki's fiery spirit ignite a spark neither anticipated. Love, like a rogue elephant, threatens to trample their meticulously constructed facade. Will their cunning scheme blossom into a love story for the ages, or will the opulent court expose their charade? Dive into a tale of forbidden desires, where love defies tradition in the heart of the Vijayanagara empire.

Book- 3 , in #Lost Royalty series "It was destiny that bound us together in this contracted marriage," - Her " Then....meet you destiny , Love " - Him She was his replaced wife .......arranged by Him

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 The eldest son of Rajveer and Siya, grew up to be one fine man. He was an ambitious man and just like his father he was a politician too. Cunning and Manipulative those were the words that best described him. 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 She was a lost soul who found peace in her painting and being alone. She despised crowd and too much noise. She liked being alone