✨ Her Innocent Husband 🌼 ✽☆ 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ⋆⋆ Sanvi Singhania, the fierce and cold-𝗁eart𝖾𝖽 CEO , has always believed 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 love is nothing more than a weakness. She 𝗁𝖺s power, success, and control-everything 𝖻𝗎𝗍 love. Rithvan Saxena, 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆 and kind yet carrying 𝖺 broken 𝗉𝖺𝗌𝗍 , enters her world as 𝗁𝖾𝗋 assistant. His quiet strength hides scars, 𝗁𝗂𝗌 gentle soul yearning for the warmth 𝗁𝖾 never had. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 never thought she would fall. 𝖧e never thought 𝗌𝗁𝖾 would be the one to heal him. But with her 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 , Sanvi 𝗌𝗅𝗈𝗐𝗅𝗒 becomes the reason Rithvan learns 𝗍𝗈 live again-and discovers 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 love isn't weakness, 𝖻𝗎𝗍 the greatest strength of all. 🌸 Trope Highlights: Love at first sight Office romance She fell first (and harder) Strong FL × Calm ML Healing romance with sibling love

Villainess's Vengeance ~ A Rebirth Story previously known as Left at the Altar ~ Rebirth of the Villainess. *** "Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

She was 18. He was 30..HE IS A KING Of marwar, Jodhpur. "I'm your wife, you can't ignore me rana sa!" "No, Kainaat... you're just a deal, a child." -"are u cheating on me?" She asked before breaking down. A forced royal marriage meant to end a long-standing rivalry between two powerful families. To him, she was a child bride - too young, too common, too unwanted. He gave her a palace, his last name... and nothing else. No love. No touch. No claim. --- - He's cold, royal, and ruthless. -She's kind, rebellious, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

✦ 𝐀𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐗 𝐀𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 She's nineteen - fierce, unapologetic, and far too familiar with the ache of being misunderstood. He's twenty-two - quiet, focused, and burdened by the weight of expectations no one ever asked if he could carry. Their worlds are different. Their paths aren't supposed to cross. But sometimes, silence recognizes silence - even in strangers. She isn't looking for love. He isn't offering any. But something lingers in the way they look at each other - like a story neither of them wants to speak out loud. Maybe it's curiosity. Maybe it's recognition. Or maybe... it's something that never really had a beginning, but still aches like it already ended. This is not a love story. It's a quiet collision of two souls still healing from things they never said. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 Aspirant X Student Egoistic X Rebellious Hindu FL X Muslim ML Lovers To Strangers Teenage love X Adult reconnection Second chance romance Long distance relationship

𝐖𝐨 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐤𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐭𝐮 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐮𝐫𝐤𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐢.... 🪶📜🌕ִֶָ☾♡ "Tumhara Naam Kya Hai?" , On the day of his engagement he asked the dancer of the brothel. "Kritika!", the other dancer replied and he remained silent-this was the name of his wife from whom he had separated because she was the daughter of his father's murderer. Previously Known As 'My Hard Hearted Husband' & 'My Hard Hearted Ex Husband'

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.

Two souls, once meant to be together, now stand as rivals. As buried secrets rise to the surface, love turns to conflict, and destiny takes a darker turn. When truth finally comes to light, will it heal or tear everything apart? - Tropes : Chubby Female Lead / Gym Rat Male Lead Mafia x Doctor Romance Family Secrets Tragic Past Multi Couple Slow Burn Romance Dark Obsession Fated Lovers Revenge and Hidden Truths "Look at Her and Die" Trope

"𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 : 𝐀 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬" consists of four Interconnected books. ⚠️𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜. | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 | ✧ᴀᴀʀᴀᴍʙʜ : ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ✧ ---𝕬 𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖊--- She dreamed to be his family He destroyed her only dream. One impulsive decision and destiny laughed, Separating them, brutally. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 Fate brought them together in same place, where, they left each other in the same way until, prophecy rang between divine walls, "𝗜𝘁𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗸𝗵𝘂𝗱 𝗸𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗴𝗮" 𝗘𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗕𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗱, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗲.

⭐Book 📚 1 of HIS SERIES ❤️ This is the story of two arrogant and angry people. Whose heart is filled with anything that none other than hate for each other? "𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐖𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐈𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞" "𝗡𝗼" 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒍𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆! ~ Will the hate between them ever change into love? ~Or will this hate destroy them completely? ♥︎𝐙𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤 The Arrogant Rich Brat. He is Rude, a Jerk, and Heartless. He is anything but sweet. He is the only caring and loving person for His family and his friends. People feared him. You want to do anything but mess with him, not everyone's cup of tea. He is everything a woman wants! ♥︎𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 The completely bubbly, Sweet, and Sunshine girl with outstanding looks. She is so beautiful that boys head over heels for her, but she does one thing only: ignore them. She is loving and caring, but for her family, her friends. She is an arrogant and stubborn girl for the people who try to mess with her. She is everything a man wants! 𝐉𝐎𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐉𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐘 𝐎𝐅 𝐙𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐇 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐌𝐄!

READ BOUND BY FIRE PART 1 OF THIS SERIES BFRE CONTINUING PLEASE!! She was never meant to be his. Yet from the moment Aarav Raichand laid eyes on her-fierce, untamed, heartbreakingly defiant..he knew. Knew she was his to protect, his to possess, his to destroy if it came to that. No matter how much blood it took, how many lies he had to weave, or how deeply he had to bury the truth behind his midnight sins-Abhira Aarav Raichand would belong to him. Even if she hated him for it. Even if the world turned against them. Even if fate itself demanded a price. Because obsession was not love. It was deeper. Darker. Unrelenting. And Aarav Raichand? He never let go. Not of what was his. Not of her. Especially not when destiny tried to rip her away. Because some love stories weren't written in stars... They were etched in blood. And bound by fate. Thousands of miles away, hidden beneath grey London skies, she lived in the shadows of what once was. Abhira Raichand-though no one called her that here-woke each morning with the ache of a name she could no longer speak. Her heart beat for a man who believed she was dead. A man who would burn the world to find her, if only he knew she still breathed. Every laugh from Krish held pieces of Aarav's fire. Every tear Parvati wiped away mirrored his tenderness. They didn't know the man who ruled their blood, the storm behind their existence. But Abhira saw him in them-every moment, every breath, every heartbeat. She waited. Not foolishly, but faithfully. Not for forgiveness. Not for absolution. But for him. Because even in silence, even through oceans, something in her still believed: Aarav Raichand would come for her. He had to. Because fate wasn't done with them yet. Not when their love had already rewritten destiny.