On her wedding day, Avantika Kumari was meant to begin a new life... Instead, she became someone's revenge. Vikram Khanna-Mumbai's most feared man-arrived to destroy her family. But one look at her... and his plan changed. He didn't take a life that day- he took her. Torn from her world and thrown into his, Avantika finds herself trapped in a life she never chose... with a man who doesn't believe in love-only possession Trembling. Crying. Begging to be let go- she was taken into a world she didn't understand. A world where her tears meant nothing. Where fear was her only companion. And the man who took her- didn't believe in love. Only claiming what he wanted.

"Aap agar soch rahe hai, mujhse nikah karne ke baad aap meri zindagi ke hero ban jaoge aur main aap ki ho jaungi toh aap badi ghalat fehmi mein hai, Mirza." Her words ceased his steps. His fingers curled into a fist, trying to control his rage which was bubbling inside him by hearing her disobedient tone. He blew out a puff of air and slowly turned around with an emotionless face. "That's where you are wrong, Hoor. I don't intend to be your hero because I'm not one." He sauntered towards her, making her take several steps back in dread until her frame crashed to the wall. Altan leaned down to her height and placed his hand at her sides, caging her fragile state. Mahoor turned her face away and pushed herself more into the wall. Her left hand started to shiver uncontrollably on which his gaze fell. Taking her trembling hand in his, Altan whispered,"Mai har kahani ka villain hi raha hu aur yeh kahani bhi koi alag nahi hogi. Tum apni ijazat se ha kahogi toh khushi hogi nahi bhi razi hogi toh koi baat nahi," his lips curled into a wicked smile, seeing tears gathered in her eyes. "Altan Mirza, har cheez apni bana hi leta hai aur tum toh meri tab hi ho chuki thi jab pehli dafa meri nazarein tumse mili thi."

AHMED RAZA KHAN A 30 year old Man known for his ruthless behaviour, sharp mind and charming personality, a cold-emotionless wreck, that's what people say. In the eyes of world he is a well known businessman, the king of business world, a kind hearted Man who cherish his people with actions instead of words but in the dark of night, He is the lord of underworld Mafia, BLOOD THIRST MANIAC, His favourite hobby is to play with blood due to which a lot of people fear him. You can say the quote is made for him "Feared by Many, defeated by none!" AYYANA WAJAHAT MALIK A 19 year old Girl, blessed with kind heart and sweet nature, her innocence is which let other people use her. Her parents died at the age of 6 after that she lives with her aunt, SABEEN SHEHERYAR RAIZADA and uncle, SHEHERYAR RAIZADA. She is a beautiful soul with cheerful personality, her talkative side is only for her bestie and family. Her life is full of joy, happiness and blitheness but when she unknowingly enter in the Mafia's world-everything changes, leads her into a force marriage laced with revenge, blood and secrets so cruel for the little angel. What turn will their relation take? What happened that broke Ayyana? Will they ever live like a happy couple? To know, Dive into their world with lots of love and support! THIS IS A MUSLIM STORY Thank you for choosing my book🎀 Your Author Arena.

She knew her job well-and she was passionate only about her work. Trinaya Jadeja, an uncompromising investigative journalist, had zero tolerance for corruption. She lived for the truth. And her biggest mission? To expose Swaraansh Chaudhary-the untouchable man everyone worshipped. To the world, he was the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. A messiah of the masses. A symbol of power, integrity, and progress. But reality? Reality was far darker. Trinaya believed it would be easy. One explosive video. One bold move. And the truth would shake his empire. She was wrong. Because the moment that video surfaced... Swaraansh noticed her. And powerful men don't just notice. They claim. They trap. They destroy. What happens when the hunter becomes the hunted? What happens when Trinaya finds herself imprisoned-not just in his estate, but in his dangerous game of control, obsession, and secrets? And the most terrifying question of all- Will she expose him... Or will he break her first?

What happens when two different backgrounds people fall in love. Rishiraj Singh Chaudhary One who shine like a sun in the field of politics, with strong connections and political roots. The one who is known for his ruthless decisions in politics and business, changes for the one girl the moment he saw her. Suprabha Poonia The girl who have to struggle to get the basic necessities in her life, like study and education, the one who thinks a lot, talks a lot but only with herself, starts to yap the moment she met him. Polititian x student Cold x shy Listener x talkative Rich x middle-class Open-minded x conservative He fall first and harder. Please give this book a try.

*True love never dies... even when fate buries it.* He was told to move on. To forget her name, her face, her very existence. But the heart doesn't listen to reason - especially when fate has its own cruel plans. He's the country's most feared businessman - disciplined, ruthless, and dangerously cold. But beneath that steel exterior lies a past soaked in silence... and a love that refuses to fade. She lives a life crafted with care, yet nothing about it feels truly hers. A girl with no past. A stranger to her own reflection. Until a pair of stormy eyes awaken emotions she never knew existed. As memories resurface and secrets unravel, love is not the only thing put to the test. Because in a world of rivalries, betrayals, and hidden truths - some hearts are fated to find their way back, while others are just beginning their journey. LOVE. BETRAYAL. RIVALRIES. FATE. REBIRTH. A story fate tried to end... But what if it was only the beginning? --- Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Family Rivalries Slow Burn Multi-Couple Romance Reincarnation Mystery & Twists

His hand made its way to my face as I slapped it away,"Please don't touch me....." "Amore,calm down. God has already punished me by making me fall for you. Your tiny tiny mistakes are giving me pain."His voice suddenly changed its tone. It sounded harsh and demanding."I heard that you went to stay in that punk's house?What was his name if I recall?Adarsh right?" I fisted my clothes fiddling them nervously hearing his name from Sultanji's mouth. His eyes were suddenly dark. "Should I kill that boy?What's your relationship with him?" "No plea-" Before I could finish my sentence he placed his finger on my lips."Sssshh............" I broke down into tears,"He is innocent. He has nothing to do with me." I begged but he ignored my pleas. He was rather busy playing with my hairs and touching me. "If he means nothing to you then stop wasting your tears on him princess." He ordered. I didn't mean to sob but it got harder to me as I clasped my mouth with my hand. In a way to stop myself from crying. His hand brushed on my chin before he leaned closer. I panicked at the closeness. His eyes were on my lips. With force I pushed him away. He was startled at my behaviour. "I am not that type of girl. Please stop touching me here and there."I screamed as tears streamed from my eyes. "Only my husband can touch me as he likes not any other man." He was initially shocked at my reaction but then a smirk appeared on his face. I shouldn't have said that. "As you please princess......as I can't resist myself from touching you and you won't give yourself to anyone except your husband,then get ready for the Nikaah." Possessiveness in love, You are a cute lover. Over possessive, You are Mr Jailor. Extreme Possessive, You are nowhere.

"Vikram..." she rasped, her voice a broken, wet whisper. "Please... I'm sorry... I won't... I won't fight you anymore. Just... let me go. Please." Vikram stopped. He tilted his head, a faint, unsettling smirk touching his lips as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a thick roll of heavy-duty medical nylon restraint strips. "Let you go?" Vikram asked softly, his voice smooth as silk. "Haven't you heard what Dr. Sharma said, jaan? You are suffering from severe manic psychosis. You hurt yourself. You need complete, uninterrupted bed rest." Panic surged through Meera's veins, fighting against the drugs. She tried to pull her hand back, but Vikram's grip caught her wrist with bone-crushing force. He tied her wrist and ankles to bedpost. "No-stop, please-!" she choked out, her voice breaking into a terrified sob. "There," Vikram murmured, smoothing down the blanket over her chest with horrifying gentleness. "Now you won't fall out of bed during your delusions."

Ranvijay Singh Rathore (32), is commanding, stoic, and fiercely protective-a man of few words whose love is expressed through actions. Dominant, stubborn, and competitive, he prioritizes duty and order over overt affection. Niyati Joshi (23), is gentle, empathetic, and graceful, yet quietly strong and independent. She craves love, attention, and emotional connection, navigating her privileged but controlled world with patience and resilience. Their arranged marriage is a clash of contrasting needs: her desire for warmth and reassurance, his controlled, action-driven care. Survival depends on empathy, patience, and understanding, gradually discovering intimacy in unspoken gestures and shared responsibilities.

More than a year into marriage, Ranvijay and Niyati have already lived through what most couples face over a lifetime- misunderstandings, emotional distance, avoidance, and unspoken pain. Their relationship was never short of love-but timing, responsibility, and silence changed everything. They didn't struggle to fall in love. They struggled to stay in love after marriage. This story is about marriage after love, parenthood before healing, and choosing each other when staying becomes harder than leaving. Yet, despite everything, they showed courage by choosing each other. And now-just when they begin finding their way back to each other-life had already changed. Lets dive into their story to know more...