Aadhya Agarwal, 24, a young fashion designer with dreams dipped in red, lives like the warm glow of a diya on a quiet night. She's soft in the way she speaks, fierce in the way she loves, and carries that sunshine energy that makes people feel lighter just by standing near her. She believes in soulmate-level love, in rituals, in anklets that jingle when she walks toward a future she's always imagined for herself. Abhinav Malhotra, 30, a CEO carved out of discipline and silence, moves through life like a man who's forgotten what warmth feels like. His world is made of glass offices, cold coffee, and unspoken fears. Stoic eyes, quiet voice, careful steps - the sort of man who keeps his heart locked behind his ribs because he's convinced it doesn't deserve a home. She wants a real marriage. He gives her a contract instead. No reasons. No explanations. Just rules. But every rule shakes when her warmth collides with his silence, when her middle-class softness enters his billionaire world, when her brightness starts cracking the walls he's spent years building. Two strangers. One contract. A house full of tension. A heart full of secrets. A marriage that was never meant to feel this real. Tropes: ✨ arranged marriage ✨ contract marriage ✨ grumpy × sunshine ✨ rich × middle class ✨ fall-first-but-deny-it ✨ slow-burn tension ✨ emotional healing arc

❛ 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘦𝘳 ❜ ▪⬞▪ "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦" ▪⬞▪ To him, she's merely a pawn and possession he acquired through marriage to ascend the brutal hierarchy of the mafioso. And to her, he embodies the fear she holds for her dear life. First, snatched away like a toy second, chained by a coerced marriage and the end? She does not know. Her life bears no worth beyond being a puppet wife to this ruthless beast. ➺ An innocent girl who knows the world only through her books ~ ➺ A sadist man who is obsessed only with his power and dominion ~ ▪⬞▪ ⚠️ Dark Romance with Toxicity and Triggering Contents. [Standalone book]

𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙮𝙖 𝙈𝙚𝙝𝙩𝙖 lives in a world where cricket is just another game-until a flight changes everything. Seated next to 𝙔𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙫𝙞 𝙅𝙖𝙞𝙨𝙬𝙖𝙡, the rising star of Indian cricket, she sees what no one else does. Not the fame. Not the records. Just a boy with dreams in his eyes. For 𝒀𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒔𝒗𝒊, cricket has always been his first love, but 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂 makes him question if there's something more. Their unexpected encounter at 35,000 feet sparks a connection that neither distance nor destiny can ignore. When love enters a game where the heart plays the hardest, will they take the biggest risk of all-choosing each other? Some love stories are written in the stars, but theirs begins beyond 22 yards.

Aarav Malhotra Veersingh is the youngest physics professor at St. Aetherion Institute of Science and Research-brilliant, reserved, and emotionally unreachable. Behind his calm demeanor lies a man who has spent years building walls high enough to keep the world out. Then comes Aaliyah Noor Khan. A sunshine-hearted final year Astrophysics student with sunflower dreams, a love for life, and a smile that unsettles every silence Aarav has carefully created. But beneath her bright personality hides a secret identity-a mysterious pianist adored by millions, while no one knows the face behind the music. He believes emotions only complicate life. She believes even broken hearts deserve hope. They were never supposed to cross paths. But somewhere between lecture halls, piano melodies, and unspoken feelings, their story begins- like forbidden words hidden quietly in the footnotes.

A girl who believed in the divinity of the heavens. A man who dragged her into the depths of his own hell. Aadhya expected a man like her Mahadev ~a protector who would offer her the peace of the mountains and a love that felt like a prayer. She dreamed of a soulmate who would walk beside her in the light, shielding her with divinity. Instead, the universe gave her a storm. She was a vision of purity in ivory silk until he turned her world into a graveyard. She believed she could outrun the shadow of a man who moves with the grace of a predator and rules with a heart of iron. She thought if she ran far enough, she could find a life where he didn't exist. She was wrong. Ram is a monster to the world, but a slave to his own dark devotion. He doesn't ask for her love; he demands her soul. He is the man who would slaughter a thousand enemies just to keep her heart beating against his own. To him, she isn't just a woman, she is his religion, his sin, and his only path to heaven. Now, trapped in a cage of gold and marked by his own blood, Aadhya faces a terrifying betrayal: Her own heart. "Is this your love? This Butchery?" she choked out, her fingers curling into his gore-stained shirt. "You aren't a protector. You're a monster who found an excuse. I hate you for making me love a killer!" He didn't flinch. He only pulled her closer, his obsidian eyes burning with a hollow, terrifying possessiveness. "Scream your hate into my mouth, while I'm deep inside you, JAAN. Because tonight, the Killer is the only one, who will stay on his knees, just to taste your surrender" In a house built on ancient sins, she must decide: will she fight the man who destroyed her world, or will she surrender to the shadows that promise to keep her safe? Step into the Darkness with me... [A Dark Romance Book ~ Strictly 18+]

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᴛᴡᴏ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴇʙ ᴏꜰ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄꜱ: 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥: 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙍𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 I thought I lost you, until I realized you've carved yourself into my soul. She was always meant to be mine. Our future was decided. But we'd forgotten the fact that future is UNCERTAIN. 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐚: 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 Your eyes lied. Drowning me into darkness, digging a black hole right in the middle of my heart. He was my everything, until he made me realize not everything lasts FOREVER. The story of childhood sweethearts who were separated by lies but has anyone been able to change the fate?Join the journey of Akshat and Jhanvi to know, will the detached hearts once again meet or break into pieces? ✿✿✿✿ "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞."

#Book 1 in THE YOU SERIES ARMAAN X YARIKA 𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖒, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋. Armaan Veersingh is a ruthless and successful businessman-cold, calculated, and dangerously focused. As the sole heir of Aryka Law Firm, one of the most powerful legal empires in the world, he has two goals: Become the most formidable lawyer of his time... And destroy the girl who shattered him. Yarika Malhotra is a ray of sunshine in a world full of chaos. Kind-hearted and selfless, she pours her soul into her small bakery and the quiet life she's built. But when everything she holds dear is threatened, she's forced to seek help from the one man she never wanted to face again-the man who once owned her heart and now wants nothing more than revenge. When destiny forces their worlds to collide, old wounds resurface. Will hatred win, or will the past rewrite itself in unexpected ways? A story of second chances, unresolved pain, and a love that refuses to die. Join their journey to know what happens. TROPES • Lawyer x Baker •Childhood sweethearts •Grumpy x Sunshine •Misunderstanding •Office Romance •Second chance •Extremely possessive male lead •Touch her and die •lovers to enemies to lovers

18+ Mature content!! 80s romance book~~ Daily Updates!! A soft girl Gulab from little village got married to Captain Shivender Singh. Dive in to know about their story and witness their soft yet intense love.

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

The mansion was silent again. Not empty-never empty. Just heavy with tension and secrets. Yashvi stood barefoot on the cold marble floor, wrapped in a silk robe they had chosen for her, her damp hair falling over trembling shoulders. She had stopped trying to escape-not because the doors were locked, but because the three men watching her made freedom feel impossible. Damien leaned against the fireplace, calm and dangerous. Adrian sat silently in the shadows, his cold eyes fixed only on her. And Emiliano stood closest, a sinful smirk resting on his lips as he stepped toward her slowly. "What do you all want from me?" she whispered. "You," Emiliano answered simply. "Your trust," Adrian said coldly. "Your loyalty," Damien finished, his deep voice wrapping around her like a warning. Yashvi tried to step back, but Damien's hand settled firmly around her waist, stopping her instantly. "You don't run anymore, princess," he murmured. The three brothers closed in around her-not with chains, not with force, but with something far more dangerous. Attention. Obsession. Possession. And somewhere deep inside herself, Yashvi realized the terrifying truth- part of her no longer wanted to leave.