BOOK TWO OF SIKANDAR SERIES! (Can be read as standalone) He rules a world built on silence, loyalty, and blood. Illegal empires answer to his name, fear clears his path, and violence is simply how order is maintained. He chose this life long before anyone asked him to be human- and he has lived without regret ever since. Until her. She is the one thing his world never accounted for. The one weakness he did not prepare for. Promised to his younger brother. What begins as control slowly unravels into longing. Every restraint costs him something. Every distance hurts more than it should. He doesn't know when wanting her became a quiet, constant ache- only that her absence feels louder than gunfire. Does he still love her, knowing she will never be his? Did she ever love him back, or was he alone in his downfall? And what kind of man chooses darkness before love ever gives him a reason to stay in the light? In a world where loyalty is lethal and secrets are safer than truth, love does not arrive to save anyone- it arrives to test what they are willing to destroy. This is a dark romance of forbidden desire, restrained emotion, and a love that survives where it should never exist.

Kartik Jaisingh- A man very well-behaved, understanding, calm and clever like a fox loses his peace just because of a girl who has a healthy crush on him. Meera Raichand- a naughty, bubbly, independent and full of life girl gave her heart to a man who does not even acknowledge wedding and love stories. His plan is clear. If he marries, he wants a girl like his two sisters-in-law. The probability of marriage is only 10% out of 100. Everything is clear about her too. She has decided that she will make Kartik Jaisingh the son-in-law of her house. Both are polar opposites. He believes in facts while she lives in a different world- dreams. He believes in truth and philosophy of life. He is annoyed by the fake love of the world. On the other hand, there is her who has completely planned her love story including the charming prince of her life. But was it all that easy? Could her life have become a love story with a perfect ending?

"هـەنـدێـک نـهـێـنـی...بـاشـتـرە هـەرگـیـز نـەدرکـێـنـرێـن. لـە ژێـر ڕووکـاری هـێـمـنـی مـاڵـێـکـدا، هـەسـتـێـک دەسـتـپـێـدەکـات کـە نـە دەوتـرێـت و نـە دەکـوژرێـت. هـەر نـزیـکـبـوونـەوەیـەک، هـەنـگـاوێـکـە بـەرەو شـکـان...بـەرەو گـونـاهـێـک کـە نـابـێـت ڕووبـدات. ئـەو دڵـەی کـە دەبـێـت بـپـارێـزرێـت، دەکـەوێـتـە نـاو ئـاگـری ئـارەزووێـکـی قـەدەغـەکـراو. و کـاتـێـک ڕاسـتـیـەکـان دەردەکـەوێـت...هـەمـوو شـتـێـک دەرەنـجـامـی هـەیـە."

"Your worth is nothing more than that of a mistress- someone whose only job is to pleasure me in bed. Beyond that, you have no right over me. I am your owner. Whenever I want, however I want, I will use you. And you don't have the right to question me. That is your status-nothing more than a mistress." His words shook Kashish's entire world. Yet those words were filled with truth. She knew it-her identity had been reduced to nothing more than a kept woman, a mistress, and beyond that, she had no existence of her own. Still, Kashish refused to accept this reality. But the more she tried to run away from the truth, the more brutally it stood in front of her. Once, she herself had gone to that man as a prostitute, taken off her clothes, and asked him to be intimate with her. Then how could she now deny her own identity? There is much more hidden in this story. To know it all, read my story His Innocent Mistress.

It is said that love doesn't happen from a brothel, but what happens when the offspring of that brothel becomes someone's love? The intensity, which is a product of a brothel, was once a normal life, but everything changes when Aransh Maurya enters. Aransh's intensity, madness, and love become everything. Will the name of the brothel withstand the power of love? Will Aransh's obsession be able to give his love a destination? --------------- Aaransh placed his finger on her lips and said, "We'll talk about this later. First, do what I said. Remove your clothes." Shiddat spoke softly, "Okay, but will you move off me first?" Aaransh shook his head and said, "No. In fact, you don't need to do anything." Saying this, he grabbed her shirt in one swift motion and tore it apart. Shiddat's eyes widened in shock. She quickly said, "What did you just do? You tore my clothes? We just bought this yesterday and now you've already ripped it?" Aaransh looked at her and said, "If it's torn, we'll get more. Okay? Just keep quiet and let me do what I'm doing. If any sound escapes your lips, it should only be my name and nothing else." With that, he placed his lips on Shiddat's neck. --------------- Read to find out 😜😜😜😜

Book 2 - Ranveer x Aira Series Our utterly cute, perfect couple is back-but now, married... and keeping it a secret from the world. In this story, Aira will face a new kind of attention from someone else, testing the boundaries of love, loyalty, and desire. Meanwhile, sparks fly elsewhere too, as Aarav's own love story begins to unfold. Tropes you'll love: Secret Marriage Rich Boy x Normal Girl Bengali Girl x Punjabi Boy Possessive Husband Protective Alpha Males Strong, Independent Female Leads Get ready for love, mischief, and high-stakes romance-where hearts, egos, and secrets collide.

"𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬" 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ᯓᡣ𐭩 R U D R A x D I S H A ᯓᡣ𐭩 "I refused your penny-worth marriage proposal last night." Sarcasm drips from her voice as she glares at him, hands cuffed to bed. His mouth curves. "I remember that clearly but look at you now..." his voice trails off, his gaze flickering to her hairline with a gleam before going downward around her neck. "Tied to my bed, wearing my nuptial chain and sindoor like an obedient wife." She freeze for a second, struggling to put her thoughts together. Just last night she offered her mother's ashes to Ganga. Now she's married to the man who's not worth sharing a glance. "Mirror 's on the ceiling, Mrs Sehgal." He mocks. ~*~*~ (Note: This is not your typical lovey-dovey story. It's a dark storyline with slow burn romance and Taboo relationship. Keep your hating comments to yourself if you don't like it. )

𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝𝐢 × 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐲 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝟐𝟏 × 𝟑𝟐 Radhika Chaturvedi was never taught how to choose. Only how to accept. Raised under the rigid rules of Vaidehi and Virendra Chaturvedi, she learned early that silence keeps peace... and obedience keeps respect. So when she becomes the wife of Abhimaan Roy Kapoor-a man the world admires-she steps into his life without questions. Because girls like her don't question. They adjust. At first, it feels like care. The way he decides for her. The way he watches her. The way he keeps her exactly where he wants her. But slowly... it begins to feel like something else. Her voice softens. Her choices disappear. And piece by piece, Radhika starts fading into a version of herself she doesn't recognize. In a house full of people, surrounded by names and relationships, she learns how loud silence can be. Because Abhimaan Roy Kapoor is not cruel. He's worse. He believes he's right. And when a man like that loves you... he doesn't break you all at once. He does it quietly. This is not a love story. This is the story of a woman who didn't realize she was losing herself- until there was almost nothing left to lose.

Vihaan Singh Chauhan, 34, and Samriddhi Sharma Chauhan, 25, seemed to have a perfect marriage. But when Samriddhi uncovers Vihaan's hidden past relationship, their world turns upside down. Betrayal cuts deep, and Samriddhi flees to her parents, leaving Vihaan desperate to win her back. As tension mounts and secrets unravel, the fate of their relationship hangs in the balance, and they must confront their darkest truths to discover if their love can survive the storm.

Qurb-e-Khaab He was just a man in her dreams-until he became the one she couldn't escape. Amiha has always seen him. In the shadows of her sleep. In the in-between moments of night. A stranger with a crooked smile, dark eyes, and a voice that felt like velvet across her skin. Every dream a little closer. A little darker. A little harder to forget. And then he arrives. Zoraiz Farhad. Her father's cousin's son. LA police officer. Brooding, quiet, cold to the world. Not at all like the man in her head. But there's something in the curve of his jaw, the black shirt he wears, the way he looks at her when no one's watching-it's him. It has to be. Except he doesn't remember her. And that makes everything worse. Because what began in dreams is beginning to bleed into reality. And reality with Zoraiz? It's rougher. Riskier. Filled with control, and tension, and a hunger he hides behind his silence. He's the kind of man who says nothing- but commands everything. He has rules. She breaks them. He's obsessed with discipline. She's chaos wrapped in silk. And somewhere between whispered names and stolen moments in the dark, she realizes... Zoraiz doesn't need to dream to be dangerous. He needs only to want.