❝𝙈𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙣.❞ (I pray for your death). My 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 I 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ❝ 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙞.❞ (Then let's see just how strong your hate is). *** Full Desc Inside. 1 in #muslim

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

"I didn't choose to love you. I just... can't exist without you." "I'll give you lots of money. Spend a night with me." "Never. I will never let you go." "I want you to marry me." She said no. He threatened her brother. He kissed her without permission. He made her bleed-and then cut his own arm to feel her pain. "I'm a monster. But you're mine." She wears his sindoor. His mangalsutra. His name. She never wanted any of it. "I hate you," she whispers. "I know," he says, weeping at her feet. "But I'll spend my whole life making you love me." "Don't you feel shame?" "I only feel you." A village girl with dreams of becoming a teacher. A ruthless heir who has never been told no. A marriage built on obsession, fear, and a love so dark it destroys everything it touches. He calls her his queen. She calls him her cage. "You can force me to marry you. You can force me to wear your sindoor. But you can never force me to love you." "Watch me, sweetheart. I have forever." VEER RATHORE doesn't love. He possesses. ANANYA doesn't surrender. One temple. One glance. One obsession that will burn the world. "If you take off that bangle,ready to see your brother loses his hands." "If you try to leave, I will find you." "If I can't have you... I will die. And my family will make sure yours dies with me." 💀 Dark Romance | Obsessive Hero | Forced Marriage | Possessive Love ⚠️ He's not the prince. He's the beast who burned the fairy tale. "You are my heart. And a man can't live without his heart." "I will never love you." "Then I will spend forever being worthy of you." "You're a monster." "I'm YOUR monster, sweetheart." "If one drop of his blood falls, I will paint your village with your family's blood." "He grabbed her so hard her bangles broke. She bled. So he cut his own arm to feel her pain." " Sweetheart, You Are Mine" dark Indian romance where love isn't given. It's taken. And once he's seen her face, he will never look away.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

𝓐 𝓥𝓸𝔀 𝓸𝓯 𝓜𝓲𝓼𝓮𝓻𝔂 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮. 𝓓𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 | 𝓒𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽 𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓲𝓪𝓰𝓮 |𝓔𝓷𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓛𝓸𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼. At twenty-five, Abeer Javed is a master of disappearing in plain sight. Raised in the cold shadows of a father that never claimed her, she was the "mistake" her step-father tolerated and her step-sister tormented. Now, she is being sacrificed. Her father, looking to settle a mounting debt, has traded Abeer like a pawn to the very man she shamed. For Zayan, the marriage isn't about union--it's about retribution. Driven by his father's demand to make their enemy's daughter suffer, Zayan enters the marriage with a vow to break her spirit. Zayan-blinded by his father's beliefs and stories of betrayal, vows to break Abeer's wings by slowly dismantling her life and locking her in a golden cage. As the doors close on their shared life, the lines between hate and obsession begin to blur. Zayan sought a victim to punish, but he found a woman whose quiet strength fascinates him. Every day he tries to make her life a living hell, he finds himself falling deeper into a heaven he never expected to find. "𝓨𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓫𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓬𝓮𝓭. 𝓢𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓼𝓽𝓪𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓮. 𝓨𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓹𝓪𝔂 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓷𝓼, 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓻 𝓫𝔂 𝓭𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓪𝓻, 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓮𝓪𝓻, 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓶𝔂 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻'𝓼 𝓰𝓱𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓼𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓭." ~𝓩𝓪𝔂𝓪𝓷 𝓢𝔂𝓮𝓭

Aisha Ahluwalia is a London-based Indian, focussed on her career as a personal shopper with the UK's most sought-after designer, Elise Alva. She's used to dealing with celebrities, having handled clients ranging from Oscar-winning actors to the wives of star football players. What she doesn't expect is to be swept away by her newest client, the Prince of Wales. Prince Edward Nicholas Arthur Philip, who prefers to be referred to as just 'Nick,' is the most eligible man in the UK. The paparazzi just can't leave him- or his love life- alone! Used to people fawning over him and dropping not-so-subtle hints that they'd like to be the next Queen, he is intriqued by Aisha, the hardworking, no-nonsense Indian girl who is a breath of fresh air. Sparks fly, but it's difficult to keep a whirlwind romance secret from the paps! Will Aisha and the Prince of Wales make it down the aisle in one piece? HIGHEST RANKINGS #1 in #indian on 2 Dec, 2020 #1 in #modernfairytale on 6 Dec, 2020 #1 in #princecharming on 29 Dec, 2020 #2 in #happilyeverafter on 5 Feb, 2021 #1 in #royalfamily on 27 May, 2021 #6 in #interraciallove on 20 Oct, 2021 #7 in #happilyeverafter on 11 Nov, 2022 #3 in #british on 28 Apr, 2023 #2 in #british on 29 Apr, 2023

She wrote to herself to feel less alone...... He read her words and forgot what loneliness felt like🕊️ ✧◍Dedication◍✧ To every person who ever wrote a message they were too afraid to share ---- I hope you find someone who reads it anyway. 🦚 In a world where opposites attract, meet Charming Sayi and Powerful Aarav, whose love story is a magnetic force of charisma and strength, defying conventions and captivating hearts. When Miss Drama Queen crosses paths with Mr. Nakrhe Jelena Wala, love's unexpected sparks fly in a story that's as unique as it is enchanting. As fate weaves its magic, these two opposites are destined to meet, defying all expectations. join us in discovering their extraordinary journey...! Note : Don't judge my book before reading atleast 16 chapters !

Six teenagers-- Evara, Raina, Inara, Samukta, Kavi and Ruchya-- are found to be demi-gods. Meaning, they're children of Indian gods. And now they're supposed to save the world from getting doomed, which frankly, already is doomed, but we're not talking about that. We're talking about ancient asuras, demons and souls who have created chaos before and will again create chaos. And nothing. Absolutely nothing, is more chaotic than a world being on the shoulders of six teenagers. oh boy, is this gonna be fun...