𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 "𝐒𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐬𝐞 𝐣𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐡𝐮 𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐫... 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐢... 𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐫..." 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐑𝐁 Advait Singh Rathore. At twenty-four, he is everything the world respects- disciplined, brilliant... untouchable. A Secret Agent who doesn't just solve cases- he plays with them. He smiles easily. Laughs like nothing ever touched him. Sunshine in human form. But chaos? It lives in his bones. Because behind that charm... is a man who knows exactly when to strike- and how to burn everything down. Hiding a dreadful past, all he ever wanted- was peace. ❥ Niharika Ira Pratap Rajput. Princess of Udaipur. Thirty-two. Elegance wrapped in authority. Terror wrapped in silk. To the world, a businesswoman. To the underworld- The Black Mask. Ruthless. Calculated. Untouchable. Power is her truth. Control is her language. Until... him. She doesn't fall in love. She fixates. She claims. She owns. And she wants Advait Singh Rathore. But he refuses. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞." For the first time- something slips out of her control. And that becomes obsession. Where she is silence, he is calm before destruction. She breaks people-he dismantles them with a smile. She is danger wrapped in obsession. He is pain disguised as chaos. And somewhere between resistance and ruin... something shifts. "𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞..." "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞.." For the first time, The Black Mask risks everything- her empire, her power, her control- for a man who wants nothing to do with her world. But love like this was never meant to survive.

Adriana Lexington is the richest,most beautiful and the most powerful figure in Italy,she is known for her beauty and business skills. She is adored and loved by all but that doesn't mean she isn't feared. Lee min-joon is an innocent,naive and shy guy,he was born and brought up in korea into an average household. He has always wanted to study in Italy and become an architect. What will happen if both worlds collide?

Kael never wanted to come to Lysena: a prosperous matriarchal world where women hold social power and men are expected to know their place. But when his family's transport ship is forced to make an emergency stop, they find themselves stranded in a society that challenges everything Kael believes about freedom, authority, attraction, and what it means to be a man. Far from home, Kael struggles to adapt to life on Lysena. He hates the rules. He hates the attention. Most of all, he hates Sari: sharp-tongued, clever, and impossible to ignore. She seems to take endless pleasure in flustering him, turning every conversation into a game he can never quite win. But the more Kael resists her, the more tangled their rivalry becomes. Every tease, every challenge, every brush of her hand leaves him unsettled in ways he doesn't understand. And when surrender begins to feel less like defeat and more like desire, Kael is forced to confront a truth he never expected: Maybe he doesn't want to escape Lysena after all. He swore he'd never bend. She swore she'd make him hers.

✨ 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

"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?

A forced royal marriage| 19 year old bride of Jodhpur A mature guy king --- - He's cold, royal, and gentleman. -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

90's ROYAL ROMANCE 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.

"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.