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'

"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ~~ DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My hands went numb. The paper trembled between my fingers. I looked up at him, praying it was some kind of twisted joke. But he didn't even flinch. He just pushed the pen towards me, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "Sign it, Mishti. You wanted him free. This is the cost." My chest tightened, the fever, the ache, the weight of everything crashing over me all at once. Behind me, I heard Arav struggling, his voice raw, "Don't you dare, Mishti! Don't beg to him. Don't give him that satisfaction. He should be the one apologising to you, not the other way around!" Sultan clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. "He's still talking... making me angrier." His tone was calm, terrifyingly calm. "If I want, I can let him rot here for years. Do you want that, Mishti?" My stomach twisted. My hands were shaking uncontrollably now. He was serious. Dead serious. The inspector slid the pen into my hand. My eyes stung, the words blurring on the page. I didn't even recognize my own handwriting when I pressed the pen down, signing my name with a trembling hand. It felt like I was signing away more than just a marriage. I was signing away a part of myself. When I lifted my head, Sultan was watching me. Not triumphant, not smiling-just cold. "I want to start fresh. I'm planning to get married again. I don't want your nuisance anymore." I swear in that moment, something inside me just collapsed. Like all the years, all the love, all the pain I carried-it was for nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to just once look at me the way he used to. He fixed his watch, straightened his cuffs, and picked up his coat like this was just another meeting that was done.

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.

~•~ "I promise that i will not leave a single chance to turn your life into living hell You will beg in front of me but i will not stop. Mark my words, just the way you had broke my heart i will do it with double power." His hatred claded words reverberated in her ears. Her fingers curled on the silky cloth of his shirt. She stepped nearer and shook her head. "You can't! I love you, at least once listen to me!" "Don't utter those bloody words! It's just a misconception to fool people and Ritvik Kashyap will never be a fool again. Be ready, your life is gonna destroy." ~•~ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ :- Story will contain mature scenes! ~•~ #60. Under 2.35 m #1 in marriage-of-convenience #1 in indianstory #1 in arrogant #1 in maturethemes #1 in torment #2 in seduction #2 in intimate #2 in betrayal #2 in hatelove #4 in innocent #5 in handsome #6 in forced marriage ~•~

A Steamy Romance between a Man ( Krishna Murthy) and a City Woman ( Lasya Naidu) Love After Marriage

He was an enigma yet to be understood by the world, but no one dared to delve into the untamed depths of the king of shadows, for a mere brush with his presence was enough to evoke mortal fear. He commanded both reverence and dread, reveling in the formidable power he wielded. But even the devil was once an angel. She was an orphan, unaware of her lineage or parents. Raised by a caregiver in the shelter of an orphanage, she grew into a woman who embodied kindness yet possessed the strength to withstand any adversity. With the confidence of a warrior and a heart as pure as a dove's, she became the one who could make the devil king bow before her. They were the embodiment of yin and yang, a contrast that harmonized in ways unseen. Despite their disparities, they complemented each other, finding equilibrium in their union. Their journey unfolded with mysteries, betrayals, and anguish, yet love bound them together through it all. Their tale resonated with the essence of a profound romance, each chapter of their lives revealing the depth of their connection and the resilience it forged. "I broke something, I didn't know how to fix, nor I had the courage to repair it." "I wish I did not love you, because it was like an alluring intoxicating poison that killed me within." She was the girl who was broken, and he was the man who broke her. Tropes: CEO x Baker Billionaire x orphan Enemies to lovers He fell first and kept falling harder Redemption Kind female lead Dominating male lead He can kill the world for her Second chance Age-gap Grumpy x sunshine He grovels Strong fl

Rudransh Raghavan, is a ruthless and cold mafia king in businesses world of jaipur. Raghavan CO is one of the biggest industry in India. His parents died in an accident when he was young. After that he became like a robot, hiding his emotions from everyone.Since childhood he was good at everything. His uncle trained him for sword fight, self defence and everything that needed to learn for being a skilled heir of Raghavan CO. He did became the successful one but sacrificing his love, his damn heart. There's one rule of him ' there's no love, it's all about give & take' On the other hand, Dhriti Banerjee is sweet and kind Bengali girl, who grew up in Kolkata . After her mother's death at the age of 7. She was raised by her choto pishimaa. Although certain members of her family didn't like her while some of them loved her to death. No matter how much she maintained a strong facade outside . She was insecure about her chubby body. Her horrible nightmare like past still consumes her in present. Something gruesome like things happened in the past with her made her like naked tree, which lost its soul's color.She's trying to heal over the time but her familes are intend to make her bleed. What will happen when her father arranged her marriage with a heartless devil like Rudransh? Will she ever heal? Will Rudransh give himself a second chance? Or will this will be outcome of filthy secrets?