I was never supposed to get a second act. In the original script, I was the legendary female villain-Vish-ruthless, brilliant, and scheduled to die a violent, satisfying death for the plot. Then my creator got herself murdered, nearly blew me up with a gas leak, and accidentally dumped me into the real world, too. Naturally, I did what any reformed fictional monster would do to blend in and not stand out- I put on oversized glasses, wore hideous oversized sweaters, and hid in plain sight as Iraaya Malhotra-a completely 'ordinary' college student who secretly writes bestselling dark romance novels under a pen name- IRA. It was boring, safe, and wildly pathetic. But I wanted a normal life this time. Until I got bored enough to play tourist in a real-world mafia safehouse and dragged home a bleeding, half-dead man. He calls himself a nobody with amnesia. In reality, he's Abhirajvardhan Rathore-the betrayed heir to a massive underworld empire. He thinks I'm an awkward, harmless girl who needs protection. I think he's an idiot with great hair, a handsome face, and a tragic past. There's just one more problem. He used to be a fanboy of my fictional books. He spent years obsessing over Vish-the cold-blooded villainess-without ever realizing that she's currently cooking his dinner, patching up his wounds, and hiding a terrifying body count from her previous life. Now his family is hunting us, my creator's murder is pulling us both into the deep end, and my peaceful little life is officially over. They want a villain? Fine. But this time, Abhirajvardhan is going to learn what it feels like to meet the real villain.

A story of a businessman who waited. A story of a princess who waited. Their story is surreptitious, where they hide from the eyes that are upon them all the time. Ironically, they live by the phrase 'jab pyaar kiya to darna kya,' which means why fear when you have decided to love; when love itself gives you the strength to fight? They both meet when years of wait becomes yearning, when a moment of glimpse becomes the love of a lifetime, and when love becomes devotion. She escapes the royal chambers that are a prison for her just to meet him. He defies every rule that acts as a shackle on his feet just to meet her. And they meet. In the darkness and in the light. In the water and on the land. In the chambers and in the open. Only to keep their relationship a secret. But for how long? Does love that hides can still be called love? Explore the love story that stands on hope, wait, devotion, and courage.

SHE HAD ONLY ONE THING FIXED IF HE WILL BE HER, HE WILL LIVE IF NOT LET'S DIE TOGETHER. AIN'T IT ROMANTIC.... The kind of love where she would rather stain her own hands with his blood... than watch another woman touch him. 🩸 "Instead of marrying you, I'd rather drink poison," Yatharth said. Samyukta slowly placed the poisoned glass in his hand. "Go ahead," she whispered softly. "Drink it properly." Then she stepped closer. Close enough for her lips to almost brush his. "Tell me the truth," he whispered against her mouth. "Do you want my crown... or just me beneath you?" She smiled. Darkly. "Drink the poison, Rao," she murmured. "Either way... you're still dying as mine." 🩸

She heals lives by day. he destroys enemies by night. He rules the underworld with blood and silence. Isha Malhotra and Vikrant Oberoi are two broken souls shaped by betrayal, loss, and power. She is a heartless doctor with a dangerous secret. He is a ruthless mafia who believes trust is a myth. Forced into an arranged marriage bound by their families' past, neither of them wants this union. They enter the marriage with cold hearts and deadly secrets. But when enemies rise, past betrayals resurface, and truths threaten to destroy everything, the line between hatred and obsession begins to blur. What happens when a hacker who fears love marries a man who doesn't believe in it? Will their marriage become their greatest weapon... or their ultimate downfall? A mafia romance filled with secrets, power, betrayal, and slow-burn love.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

"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. ​

BOOK 1 OF HER SERIES *.✧HER REPLACED HUSBAND✧.* *.↬ Ruthvik Rajvansh Ruthvik Rajvansh is a billionaire businessman who had once loved deeply. But the woman he had loved since school, the one he thought would be his forever, had betrayed him. She left him and their newborn twins, Rudra and Kuhu, just a week after they were born. That heartbreak changed him. He became cold, careful, and closed off, letting nothing and no one hurt him again. Now, Ruthvik had only two priorities: His twins, Rudra and Kuhu, who were the most important part of his life. His business, growing it worldwide and making it stronger than ever. Everything else was secondary. Ruthvik had built walls around his heart, and he didn't plan on letting anyone break through. *.↬ Paridhi Sekhawat Paridhi Sekhawat is one of the best gynecologists in India-respected, skilled, and confident in her work. She lives life on her own terms, independent and free-spirited. Bubbly, charming, and full of warmth, she lights up every room she enters. Life is simple, predictable, and Life is simple and under her control... but her past still haunts her. But what happens when destiny ties them into a replaced marriage?

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 1 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝔈ℭ𝔏ℑ𝔓𝔖𝔈𝔇 𝔈𝔘𝔓ℌ𝔒ℜℑ𝔄~°✭♡°~ 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐇𝐈:𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐁𝐇𝐈 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐘𝐀𝐏 -𝐀 24 years old glamorous college student and rising social media influencer & the daughter of one of Canada's wealthiest businessman. She is bold,witty, fiercely independent but secretly yearns for love that isn't transactional,her weakness is that she never faced real danger until now. 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐊𝐄𝐘𝐀 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀 - A 33 yrs old PRIME MINISTER OF CANADA born into power.rumoured to have mafia links . He is cold, intelligent, ruthless & politically invincible.his weakness is surbhi's light & the fire behind her eyes. What will happen when glitz meets government the two different worlds which was never meant to be collide...???