𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐛 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚... She sat in the wedding mandap, feeling extremely nervous about her wedding. Le Her Groom's Inner Feelings- "Agar Shadi Ke Baad Teacher Ne Assignment Maange To Mai Pakka Is Rayyan Chut!ye Ko Pit Dunga". He was her student - Rayyan was her younger brother.

Alyana Rajput - the royal princess of Jaipur. Trained in kathak, fluent in the language of grace, and raised amidst palace courtyards echoing with tradition. Behind her poised smile lies a heart that had always belonged to one man: Krishvardhan Singh Shekhawat (𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡). Heir to a powerful political legacy, Krish left behind his flourishing international business empire to shoulder the weight of his family's name in Rajasthan's turbulent political landscape. Sharp, disciplined, and bound by duty, Krishvardhan (krish) is a man haunted by a past love - one that refuses to fade. Their marriage was not just an alliance, but Alyana's long-awaited dream. But in the corridors of power, silence is deeper, and love takes time to speak. As tradition clashes with desire, and past shadows with present promises, Alyana and Krish must find their way to each other - through power, pain, and untold longing. A story of royalty, responsibility, and the slow-burning ache of unspoken love. ༺✿༻ Starting date: 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐮𝐠𝐮𝐬𝐭.

He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

" red colour look so beautiful on you, hyungnim, one day I will marry you and make you my bride " a 15 years old Kim Taehyung said. 20 years old Jeon Jungkook just laughed off at his words nodding his head. After 10 years " didn't I said I will make you my bride and look today you are wearing this red colour only for me " a 25 years old Taehyung said pouring a plate full of red colour over his head. Jungkook dressed in bridal red dress, covered in red colour staring at his newly wed husband with teary eyes. Just a tale of prostitute's son and nobel man. English is not my first language ignore the grammar mistakes Don't copy my work ©All rights reserved

Taehyung is a rich, arrogant girl who bullies Jungkook , a poor orphan boy. But when she unexpectedly falls for him, will Kook be able to forgive her and accept her love?

𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 " 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐏𝐬𝐲𝐜𝐡𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 " Jeon Jungkook, most feared gangster of Seoul. Every illegal business done by him. Even police afraid of him. Whole Seoul knows who is Jeon Jungkook. A well build man with bad boy personality, a red flag that's what you can call him. Kim Taehyung, a boy who dream of having a lovely partner and lead a happy simple life with them but his life turned upside down when Jungkook enterd in his life breaking his all dreams. Let's see how will love bloom in between Taehyung who hate Jungkook with all his guts and Jungkook who start to fall in love with him slowly. Let's see when Love will knock on the door of their hearts how will things turned up. Not your random Mafia romance, give this book a chance and you wouldn't regret it. Don't copy my work. Plagiarism is a crime. ©All rights reserved

" 2nd series of Dayar-e-Ishq " Finally am writing second series 😌 ( am so excited ) Kim Taehyung the youngest son of Kims born with undefined beauty got a very protective family. He is apple of everyone's eyes got home schooled from the start. Taehyung understand his family's worry but he is a human too he want to see outside world want to go college like other kids want to make lot of friends. Jeon Jungkook the only son of Jeons belong from a muslim family " The Mansoori ". He is deadly handsome muscular cold man whom every girl have crush in Uni. Jungkook saw Tae in Uni for the first time and got enchanted by his soft appearance and than start a flaming desire. A desire to claim which filled with obsession and most importantly love. A desire which is ready to burn the whole world to claim this beauty. Don't copy my work. ©All rights reserved

Jeon Jungkook an orphan is a manager in a company a cheerful and easygoing person. He like two things the most first is his Madam ji ( ceo ) whom he have a crush and second thing is free food yep he is the biggest foodie. He is a talkative easygoing funny man. " jeon you gonna marry me " said the ceo of GOLDEN WINGS. " no madam ji I will not " declined Jungkook immediately. Jungkook is a bubble man while Taehyung is completely opposite of him. Jungkook is calm like ice while Taehyung is fierce like fire. Jungkook hardly get angery while Taehyung is hot headed. Jungkook is grown up in orphanage while Tae grown up in a wealthy family. Both are opposite in everything but isn't opposite attract. Come and join the journey of Jungkook and his madam ji. Jungkook is a dedicate man who know the value of love but Taehyung know only one language which is money. His only aim to earn money, he just know one thing that if you have money than you can have everything but if you don't have money than people gonna treat you like trash. Don't copy my work. ©All rights reserved