Shivangi Rathore Singhania-heir to the Singhania Empire, only daughter of a fallen legacy. After the tragic death of her parents, she has only one mission: to unite the children of her father's best friends... no matter what it takes. Six names. Six players in a dangerous game. Rayan Marco De Luca & Reva Marco De Luca - the Italian Mob Boss and princess cloaked in shadows, cousins to Shivangi, feared for the darkness they hide behind their crowns. Avinash Singh Rajvansh & Akshita Singh Rajvansh - siblings whose obsession with the De Luca heirs blurs the line between love and possession, blind to the strings Shivangi pulls from behind the curtain. And then there is Shivansh Rajawat Malhotra - Shivangi's loyal secretary. Or is he? The man who breathes only for her, yet conceals a truth that could upend every alliance, every secret, every obsession. In a world where love is a weapon, loyalty is a myth, and power is the only currency... one question remains: Who is playing whom? A dark romance of obsession, manipulation, and hidden identities- because love is a game of power, and we are all just pawns. Started - 8 September 2025 Ended -

Meet Avya & Rudra - A Love Story Written in Pain and Passion... Avya - a soft-spoken, kind-hearted girl with dreams in her eyes and scars in her soul. Rudra - a storm in human form, cold from the outside, but burning within. They were never meant to meet... But destiny had other plans. She believed in healing. He believed in revenge. Where Avya saw light, Rudr lived in shadows. And yet, they collided - like fire and rain - incomplete without each other. But what happens when love isn't enough? What happens when the past threatens to destroy their fragile bond? This is not just a love story... It's a war between pain and passion, scars and salvation. A tale that will make your heart ache, smile, and bleed - all at once. Are you ready to feel every emotion? Then step into the world of Avya & Rudr. Their story begins now... ❤️

She was about to fall when strong arms caught her around the waist, holding her up before she hit the floor. "Thank-" The word stopped midway. She looked up. Raghav. For a moment, everything else faded away. Raghav Chauhan. Her cousin brother's best friend. A man she had admired quietly for months, never allowing herself to feel more than that. He was at the club for a meeting, wearing a sharp suit that made him stand out. Just moments ago, he had been talking to a few people when his phone rang. Seeing his mother's name, he had moved toward a less crowded area. That's when he saw her losing balance. And without thinking, he caught her. ***************************************************** Anaya Singh Rathore - The princess of Rajasthan, fearless, full of life, but hiding loneliness behind her smile. She always gets what she wants. Raghav Chauhan - CEO, feared mafia leader, and a man who never loses. Ruthless, cold, and impossible to challenge... until she crosses his path. For him, she's just his best friend's sister... For her, he's everything. Will she make him see her differently this time? Will desire survive in a world built on fear? And what happens when love breaks all the rules?

☆𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 3 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 "Dove, I'm fucking insane when it comes to you. You're mine, every inch, every breath, every sound you make in this room belongs to me" "Next time you laugh for someone else... I'll make sure you're screaming only my name the whole night." Her breath hitched, and his mouth claimed hers hungry, punishing, desperate like he was marking his territory. --- 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗬𝗲𝘁, 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗞𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗔𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗹, Once a girl full of light and laughter, she had been broken by the cruel betrayal of her first love, left to wander in the darkness of her own pain. And then came 𝗩𝗶𝗱𝘆𝘂𝘁 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. The man the world feared the name that made even the bravest shiver. Quick-tempered, ruthless, sharp with words that could cut deeper than a blade. But with her, he was different. With her, his rage turned to restraint, his sharpness melted into tenderness. To the world he was a storm, but to her he was the calm, the quiet, the only place she could finally breathe. But what makes Vidyut legendary in the underworld isn't just his ruthlessness - it's his Siberian Tiger, 𝗥𝗲𝘅 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. --- This book is connected to my first book, Adarika:His Ignored Bride.

(ON HOLD) ♠️ A Dark Romance Multi Couple Series ♠️ "You are nothing but an unwanted wife, Nancy. Stop living in delusion that I'll give you all rights as my wife". He seethed dangerously. "Really Mr Rajput. Then how did you end up coming inside me for fifth time yesterday". Her voice came out as a seductive octave that made him stride towards her and pin her harshly to the wall. "Don't challenge me". He bit her neck leaving his mark there. His arms holding her waist tightly. "I will. Until you will get on your knees and accept me as your wife". That was enough for him to rip her dress off and claim her like an alpha in rut. Daksh Rajput X Nancy (Oberoi) Rajput (Strangers to Lovers) ~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^~'°^ "N-no I don't l-love him bhaiya. He is lying". She declared averting her eyes from him. Her lie made him furious. He dangerously strode towards her and in front of her family, the guests, he slammed his lips with her. "Say that one more time, I'll fvck you right here". He growled and bit her lips not caring about her brothers pointing guns at him. "T-this is wrong Nishant l-leave me". She mewled struggling to get out of his grip. "No kitten, enough of your running away from me. You played with fire, now bear the consequences". He signalled with his fingers and all his men entered. Loud gunshots erupted inside the hall but he carried her effortlessly and walked out like a King with his Queen in arms. Nishant Thakur X Riya Singh Chauhan (Agegap forbidden Romance) The journey of two couples. all polar opposites but one thing that binds them is unconditional love for each other. Warning ⚠️: Mature content and language. Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

♠️ BOOK ONE OF BRIDE SERIES ♠️ "A Queen doesn't need a King to rule". ZAID EDOARDO D'ANGELO X RAJSHREE RAISINGHANIA ____________________________________________ "REVENGE" That's what he wanted from my elder brother. Everything was going smoothly, I was focused on myself. But He entered in our lives and destroyed all my hopes, dreams like a storm. I never wanted to get married yet I gave myself to this monster whose insanity knows no bounds. My brother had betrayed him and he took me as a peace settlement between two Mafia families. I married him. I hated him from the bottom of my heart, each fcking cells, but maybe all this time I wanted a person like him. The man who makes me forget my past demons while he holds me closer..... ____________________________________________ "MONSTER" I'm sick of hearing this, whole life. Yes I'm a monster whose hands had taken numerous lives but I don't give two fcks because all I wanted is power, to rule the fcking World. Driven by Power and Blood. But for her, I was anything but a monster. My inner monster rests when she put my head over her lap. I never thought I would start killing for a woman. My traitor's sister. I wanted her brother's head because he snatched everything away from me. At first I wanted to use her to torment her brother but plans has changed. Now all I want is her and only her. She was torn between duties as a sister and as a wife, who will she chose....a brother or husband? Witness the journey of Heartbreak, betrayals, passion, obsession, hate, love.... Warning ⚠️ : 18+ content Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

#MAFIA_SERIES 🔥 Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. #1 in darkworld (10-10 2025) #18 in action-thriller (14-10-2025) __________________

I don't know yet," Veer admitted. "Now tell me, Dr. Shekhawat, what do you want?" ​She answered immediately, her voice taking on a deeper, more serious tone. "Someone who doesn't turn me into a Goddess. I want someone who looks at me like a flawed, breathing, normal human." ​Veer looked puzzled. "What? Isn't it the highest respect if a man treats you like a Goddess?" ​"No, Veer. It's a trap," Rashi said, looking him dead in the eye. "When you put a woman on a pedestal and call her a Goddess, you aren't honoring her-you're imprisoning her. You're telling her she's not allowed to fail, not allowed to be angry, and certainly not allowed to be herself. Men use that 'Goddess' title to control us. They tell us we are the 'izzat' of the house so they can dictate how we dress and how we speak. They turn our sacrifices into a 'divine duty' just so we never complain about the burden." ​She leaned back, her gaze cold. "Look at our stories. The 'good' woman is the one who bears abuse with a smile, wears the traditional clothes you approve of, and stays silent. The minute a woman has an opinion, the minute she puts herself first or stops taking someone's shit, you label her the villain. You don't see movies where a man in jeans is a villain just because he isn't in a dhoti, right? But for us, our clothes and our 'tone' decide our character." ​She sighed, her voice softening but remaining firm. "I don't want to be worshipped. I want a partner who knows I am going to make mistakes-and that those mistakes don't make me a 'bad woman.' I want someone who realizes that my life doesn't revolve around being his moral compass. I just want to be human, Veer. Not a symbol, not a goddess, and definitely not someone's property."

DEDICATION- All those who suffered a heartbreak and wants to take a glimpse. "I did not deserve what you did to me" Randhir Rajveer Pratap Singh Rajvansh- Eldest son of Rajvansh Clan , The arrogant leader of People's heart and a merciless soul. You cannot cross him without getting hurt or (dead). Family is everything to him and just when he opens up and starts to love , everything starts falling down . Myra Malhotra- The Sunshine girl who loves animals and is beautiful inside out. Never being able to get family's love she is just alone in this cruel world and stumble upon a arrogant prince. Betrayal, Heartbreak, Friendship, Chaos and lots of drama unfold between two of beautifully crafted souls. One can destroy everything and one betrays. Join the journey of Randhir and Myra. [ NOTE- SEQUEL TO 'LOVING THE PRINCE' ] (18+)

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?