𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞...𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. (English translation available.) 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐗 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 Her lips parted slightly, a whisper escaping before she could stop herself. "Abhimanyu Singh Rathore..." The man - Abhimanyu - looked up from her resume, his expression unreadable. "Akshita Mehra," he said slowly, as if tasting her name on his tongue. She sat straighter, pretending her heartbeat wasn't thundering in her ears. "So you're from Rishikesh, huh?" He leaned back again. His eyes gleamed with coldness. "So tell me, Miss Rishikesh... why should I hire you?" Her throat went dry, but she forced her words out. "Sir, my main focus will be on growth and development of the company-" He raised one eyebrow, cutting her sentence like a blade. "By fighting with the CEO?" A low chuckle slipped from his lips as he tossed the resume back on the desk. The sound made her blood boil. "You know what I want to do right now?" His tone turned sharper, colder. "Kick you out of my company. But... but..." He leaned forward suddenly, his elbows on the desk, his eyes boring into hers. Her breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze. "I have an offer for you, Miss Rishikesh." Her brows furrowed. "O-Offer?" "Yes. An offer to work as my P.A." Tropes: Boss × Personal Assistant Grumpy CEO × Sunshine Girl Cold, Short-Tempered Male Lead Soft-Spoken but Strong Female Lead Anger Issues with a Soft Spot Possessive Yet Protective Hero Enemies to Lovers Slow Burn Romance Office Romance & Workplace Drama Emotional Walls & Healing Love "Touch Her and Die" Energy He Softens Only for

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

Book 1 of professor series ( under editing) " what is he doing here ? " " Wait . WHAT my husband is my professor! "

Dilan Malik was the epitome of beauty and innocence. Pure, untainted, radiant-a fragile bloom in a world that often demanded thorns. Rudra Sagar Rathore was the opposite: cunning, ruthless, a snake slithering through the corridors of power. Betrayal was his signature, and manipulation his art. And now, he had set his eyes on her-not her, but the empire her name carried. The elections. The money. The power. That was his goal. Her body, her soul, her trust-they were just tools in his hands. She didn't know the kind of storm that was coming. She only wanted one thing: someone to erase the weight she had been carrying alone, someone to lift her from the ruins of a family collapsing like an old, fragile vase. ..... Notification came The one that shattered her world. A video of her surrendering herself willingly. Of her body, her trust, her innocence... all exploited, all public, all viral. She loves him beyond anything and here he make a show of her trust and love... His face? Hidden. Blurred. An enigma wrapped in shadows. But hers? Her body became the world's possession. .. "I hate myself for loving him," she whispered through tears, clutching her belly where the seed of his betrayal is breathing with her Abira's hands were on her, bloodshot eyes reflecting horror, helplessness, rage. Her baby sister... reduced to a headline. .. Falling for her was never on his list. But here he was-mad, possessive, captivated, loving her like a storm loves the shore. .... He hated her faith. He hated the mere existence of Muslims. She... saw humanity in everyone, lived it for the sake of Allah, even as the world crumbled around her. And now, their fates were entwined-her innocence, his obsession, a viral scandal that could destroy everything. Somewhere between power and betrayal, love and hate, the world waited. And it was ready to watch it all burn. ---

Alana Malik I loved him even before I knew the meaning of the word love. But realizing that the man I have loved my whole life is in love with Noor... Maybe I would have killed Noor if she were some other girl. But the girl my love, my bakht, is in love with is none other than Noor Dawood Malik-my brother's wife-who is dealing with consecutive delays and behaves like a child. Only Allah knows how brutally my heart broke hearing his confession for Noor in front of my family. Bakhtiyar bin Taha I know I sinned by falling for my brother's wife. But what hurts more is the realization that Alana loves me. And I don't know what to do now, because to me she is the daughter of the man who ruined my Tani phupho. I hate her bold behavior. I hate the mere thought that her veins carry Theodore's blood, and yet my family treats her like she is some princess. For her, he is the love of her life, and she fell in love with him since childhood-without knowing the reality of him being the illegitimate son of the man who tried to rape her phupho. For him, she is just the bold, noisy flesh of the man who ruined his Tani phupho.

A TOXIC LOVE STORY~ "Why did you marry off me to Sirish, Daddy? Why not Harsh? Or any other man?" I ask my father looking at my wedding chain, my eyes burning with hot tears. He leans forward and cups my cheek, "Aren't you happy with Sirish?" his tone is dripping the guilt while his face is emotionless. A tear rolls down my cheeks. Removing his hands off my face, I wipe it. "It's not about happiness, Daddy. Since I got married to Sirish this question is bugging me. What you saw in him to get me married to him?" I mean it. Why only Sirish out of every other guy? The wrinkles over the corner of his eyes dominate his handsome features when he smiles at me, "I saw myself in Sirish, Princess." We both halt our gaze on my husband, Sirish Ajay Thakur. I pin my intense gaze on Sirish who avoids Dad's admiring eyes, "Are you like my father, Sirish?" He lifts his head surprised at my question and he is tongue-tied. Can Sirish ever be like my father at least in one aspect? I smile at my fate and turn my attention back to Dad, "No one can be like you, Daddy, and Sirish will never be like you," my words were sharp and clear for my dad to understand at least now. Dad pulls me and Sirish in a hug and his face beams with happiness, "Maybe. But he is Sirish Ajay Thakur, my student, that's enough to trust him with my daughter" Dad kisses Sirish's hands and places mine in Sirish's, "He will make you strong, Namrata Sirish Thakur." I and Sirish lock our eyes and more tears spring in my eyes when he doesn't guilty after everything he did. I close my eyes sinking myself in Dad's warmness, "You are wrong! You selected the worst person as my husband, Daddy. A person who calls me maid, a person who doesn't trust me, a person who cheats on me, a person who wants to torture me, Daddy," I cry to myself at my helplessness. ******************************************

#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ "And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards him. He's too skilled with words, and on top of that,he claims to be the supreme power, and he is. I lowered my gaze again, unable to bear looking at him. With his finger under my chin, he lifted my eyes to meet his, his hazel eyes engulfing me with realizations of the wrongs I'm getting involved in. He murmured, "Let me enjoy gazing at you." I couldn't help but reply, "I'm not a sight for you to gaze upon." My voice was low, lacking my usual confidence but still enough to assert that he couldn't dominate me. "You are not just a sight to behold but the most exquisite creation of the universe." ✧ Fixing an alliance seems simple, doesn't it? Two parties coming together, shaking hands, promising cooperation. But what if I told you it's not that straightforward? What if I told you it could all be the beginning of destruction, the inevitable ache? Welcome to a world where nothing is as it seems. Where trust is a luxury few can afford, and betrayal lurks in every shadow. To truly understand the game of 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 being played, you need to delve into the depths of this book. A mere trailer, a prologue, a blurb-those won't suffice. You must immerse yourself in the twists and turns of the tale. It will ruin your mental health. So, are you ready to step into the web of alliances, where every step could lead to triumph or tragedy? The choice is yours. Enter if you dare. [Translations are available for Hindi dialogues.]

New York city, In the sterile white walls of a hospital room, Victoria Blackwell's world collapsed with a photo of her husband of five years - Henry Blackwell with another woman. She was more shattered when her son - Jude Blackwell chose that woman as his new Mom. Heartbroken, Victoria decided to give up both the marriage and motherhood. She faked memory loss, demanded a divorce, and walked away - determined to rebuild her life from the ruins. After Victoria's departure, Henry was stunned. The woman who once loved him unconditionally had transformed into someone unrecognizable - confident, composed, and untouchable. Now, Henry is desperate to win her back. Jude clings to memories of his mother's warmth and begs for her return. They both want her back. But Victoria has learned one thing the hard way: sometimes love isn't enough-especially when it costs you yourself.

Book 2 of 𝔈ℭ𝔏ℑ𝔓𝔖𝔈𝔇 𝔈𝔘𝔓ℌ𝔒ℜℑ𝔄 ~°★LOVE 2OGETHER ★°~ The Duo Couple Book -------------૭୧ ------------- Two love stories. One unforgettable storm. She had loved him for four years. And when he asked for her hand in marriage, she thought dreams really did come true. But dreams can lie. Because he didn't marry her for love... He married her for revenge. Now, trapped in a bond built on betrayal, will their broken hearts find truth - or will misunderstanding tear them apart forever? And then there's them... Their love was forbidden. He loved her since the day she was born. She loved him silently for six years. But neither of them dared to speak it - until a dark truth from her past came crawling into the light. Will he abandon her in her shame? Or hold her hand in the darkness she's tried so hard to hide? Two couples. Two fates. One story that proves... love doesn't always save you. Sometimes, it ruins you.

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 "WDYM BY YOUU TRIED TO FORCE YOURSELF ON HER...HUH?" "Why such fancy words FUCKER...Sach Sach bathana ki YOU FUCKING TRIED TO RAPE HER" "RAPE YOUR OWN WIFE" "You sick, pathetic bastard," aadi spat. "I never thought you could sink this low. To touch a woman without her consent- that too your own wife-how dare you...huh?" Tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent cries. "I know... I know..." My voice was barely a whisper, choked and broken. "She's not an object for you to claim. Not something you take when you please. Not something you break just because you can." I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling. I wished he'd keep hitting me. I wished he'd tear me apart, because nothing-nothing-could hurt more than knowing what I had done. "A woman's body is not an invitation. Her silence is not consent. Her fear is not an excuse." I let out a strangled sob, guilt pressing down on me like a crushing weight. "I-I was wrong. I lost control, I-" "Lost control?" His voice was sharp with fury. "You think strength is forcing yourself on someone weaker? Then let me show you what real strength looks like." His fist slammed into my gut, knocking the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping, my knees buckling. "A real man protects. A real man respects. A real man knows that a woman is not something you own-she is someone you stand beside." . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.