𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐𝟐 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

"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. ​

"I just... I hope we can at least try to understand each other with time and make this marriage work" I said to him, I know he's still not asleep. Then I continued, "I don't know how to behave in this new home... so if I ever do something wrong just tell me okay?" Still no response. "I know this marriage wasn't much of your decision... but I'll still respect it. If there's anything you want me to change, just tell me- Before I can complete my sentence, he got up from his bed, turned the light from the lamp again and said to me while pointing his finger, "Let me make this one thing very clear. Don't keep any kind of expectations from me. There will be no love in this marriage. I married you only because my daughter needs a mother - nothing else" In his cold tone he continued, "Whatever you expect from a husband... I can't give you. Don't look for warmth where there isn't any. Don't misunderstand this arrangement as something emotional. I'm not here to build a relationship. You'll have love in this house, Noorain... but not in my heart. Don't make the mistake of waiting for it. Ayla is the only reason you are here. Don't attach anything else to this marriage", once he was done with whatever he said, he was breathless. Turning the light off again he turned his back to me and slept. ━⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅━ #1 women empowerment #9 wattpad story #63 wattpad #961 love

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── I saw him destroying himself in front of my own eyes. Drowning in addictions. That were enough to kill him. I hated it. I hated it everytime he smoked in front of me. I told him to stop but he would just ignore the topic and start talking about something else. I tried my best to hold him tightly-so tightly that my hands began to ache. Finally, when I thought the storm was over, I loosened my grip, thinking that if I made him realize how it feels when the person you love starts running away, he would come running back to me. The moment I allowed myself to believe that maybe everything could be fixed. Destiny snatched him away from me.

What if the ones we know are the ones we understand the least?

Book - 2 (Best friends series) Vansh x Amaya 🔥 He had never wanted it. She had embraced it with her whole heart. Tropes Arranged marriage Unrequited Love (at first) Mafia x Innocent Love Slow-Burn Romance Forced Proximity The Mafia's Untouched Queen Love vs. Duty Jealousy Awakens Love The Ultimate Sacrifice Dark Past, Bright Love

❝ 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 ❞ Series of different stories which are filled with care, tears, emotions, regret but at last ends with a lot of love. Collection of desi romantic short stories from my wild imagination which will lead your imagination wild. Come and join the journey of infinite love with little spicy romance here. (Not edited.!! Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes) ●This book will contain mature content. ●This book will have Hindu/ Muslim short stories. Started on:- 26/02/2022. Roy♡

✨ "कभी सोचा ना था, किसी की मुस्कान मेरी धड़कनों का हिसाब बदल देगी।" ✨ ✿WHISPERS OF OUR SPRING✿ _________________________________________ "It is a story where love flickers through the shadows of trauma, friendship becomes a gentle refuge, and every scar shapes the slow, luminous art of becoming."🌸🌻 Starting with this beautiful quote, I will introduce you to our characters- VYOM DIVIJAY X URVI AHUJA🎀 KUSHAGRA AHUJA X KASHVI BATRA🌍 EKANSH MALHOTRA X ISHITA PANDEY✨ SAMAR BATRA X SURAMYA VERMA❤️ ************************ THIS STORY INVOLVES ~ Old school romance ~ Family Bonding ~ Found family ~ Parental negligence ~ Childhood sweethearts ~ Academic problems ~ Sweet and simple moments ************************ [A/N] - No cheating , Toxicity and betrayal 🎀Just Beautiful love stories with a deeper meaning and message🎀 _________________________________________ DIVE IN TO KNOW MOREE💋

✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯ She walks like royalty. He moves like a storm. She commands courtrooms with fire. He rules boardrooms in silence. She hides pain behind sharp words. He buries his behind calm eyes. She trusts no one. He lets no one close. She is rage wrapped in grace. He is restraint edged with danger. She used to laugh. He used to be the reason. . . . . RITIKA SINGH RATHORE Born into Rajasthan's most powerful royal family, Ritika is the pampered princess. But she is a Queen of her own world by strength and sheer will. A fierce lawyer feared in courtrooms, her silence is sharper than most screams. But behind that cold brilliance is a past steeped in blood and betrayal. She used to be the third-in-command of the Indian underworld, but now she doesn't even look at that direction. ADWAIT SINGHANIA A self-made billionaire forged by pain, Adwait rose from the ashes of a brutal past. He thinks like a strategist, moves like a soldier and trusts no one with his heart. He is only cheerful around his family and for others, he is nothing more than a silent storm. Once the second-in-command of India's deadliest crime syndicate, he has now cut ties with the crime world. Reason? No one knows. They were once each other's biggest supporter and secret keeper. Until one night shattered it all. Yet, years later, fate throws them together again. Not as friends. Not as enemies. But as two people bound by a past that refuses to die. Because the past isn't done with them yet. Enemies are watching. Alliances are shifting. And every heartbeat draws them deeper into a war they thought they had left behind. This isn't just a second chance. It's a collision course. This is not a love story, not yet. This is a battlefield and their hearts are the most dangerous weapons of all. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫