ShivAna - Arranged By Destiny Tagline: She was invisible. He was oblivious. Destiny was neither. *********************************************** Prologue: She was nineteen when she first fell for him. College. Monsoon. The boy who never looked her way. Shivansh Randhawa-oblivious, charming, heartbreaker-in-training. Prarthana Malhotra watched from the back of the classroom, collected his smiles like stolen coins, and loved him in complete, painful silence. He graduated. Never knew she existed. She moved on. Or pretended to. Eight years later, her parents announce a proposal. "Good family. Successful boy. You'll like him." She walked into the meeting. He was sitting there. Same face. Same intensity. Same man who'd haunted her twenties. He looked at her. Polite. Distant. Like she was a stranger. Of course. He didn't remember. Why would he? She decided then-this marriage would be a transaction. Civil. Controlled. She'd protect her heart this time. But Shivansh Randhawa had other plans. He didn't remember her. But somehow, impossibly, he was seeing her now. Looking at her the way she'd dreamed of at nineteen. And the girl who once loved him in secret had no idea how to handle the man who was suddenly, terrifyingly, looking back. *********************************************** This is not a love story. Not yet. This is the story of a second chance he doesn't know he's getting. And a secret she's not sure she can keep. *********************************************** Some meetings are accidents. Some are fate. And some-are the universe laughing at you. Because sometimes, destiny doesn't ask for permission. It just arranges. So... "Arranged By Destiny, Complicated By The Past."

His fingers trailed along her cheek. "Say it," Dhruvay murmured, voice raw with longing. "Say you missed me, wife." Roopa's eyes dropped to his wrapped hand again, the way it trembled slightly, the way he'd covered it with something that belonged to her instead of getting treated properly. Her throat tightened. "You bled, fought, got yourself hurt," she whispered shakily, eyes glossing with something unspoken. "And came all this way... for this?" His lips curled, amused, but that glint in his eyes darkened. "Tch. That mouth... I missed that too." She placed her palm on his chest, trembling fingers pressing against the thudding heart beneath. Not to push him away. But to feel him. To ground herself. To steady her pulse that threatened to race away. "If I say I missed you," she whispered, her voice laced with fear and fury, "what would you do?" "I'd never let you leave again," he said without a blink. "Not even to breathe." Tears burned her eyes, but she swallowed them. "And if I don't?" His gaze darkened. The smile faded like smoke vanishing in wind. "Then I'll still keep you," he said coldly. "But you'll bleed with me, wife... until you understand you were never meant to run." A gasp caught in her throat. He meant every word. Every scar on him was a sentence for her. "You're reckless," she whispered, "you terrify me." His expression flickered into something possessive, before he smiled again. A wicked, burning smile. "Good. Then maybe you'll stop running." His other hand slided beneath the hem of her top, resting possessively on her waist. "Now be a good girl, Roopa," he whispered, "and say you missed me." ~~❉~~ A forced marriage. A stolen past. And a love she was never meant to feel. When the truth comes out, will her heart betray her pride? Curious to know what happens next? Start reading DhRupa now.

𝘈𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘦⋆୨୧˚ "𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲? 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠." _____｡⁠☆ 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. '𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞?' 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. '𝐘𝐄𝐒! 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄.' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. ᴗ⁠•✧⁠*๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑～⁠♡ 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 <3

"Nishtha stop the car right now"I said while my grip on my phone tighten... turning my knuckles white... "Not happening My Dear Husband"she said in extremely sweet voice.. "Nishu... Stop the car or we will be in trouble"I heard bhabhi's voice from behind... "Don't play with fire Nishtha..."Rudra said in cold voice and paused... "You will get burn in it"He completed his sentence... "I like to play with fire Mr Rudra... Don't worry"she said while speeding up.. "Nishtha stop it yaar .. my world is spinning"bhabhi said to her but she didn't slow down.. And here Rudra also speeding up to match her car's speed... And she decided to drift the car with us... "You will pay for it Nish"I mumble more like to myself... Cars are drifting like we are enemies not husband wife... She suddenly stopped the car.. got out like a boss... Walking with a grace... Confidence... "This was fun"she said with a smirk while looking at me.. "This seems fun to you darling but you don't know how dangerous it is... When you are Vivan Oberoi's wife "I said while walking towards her... I saw Bhabhi coming out holding her head.. and Rudra was just standing while leaning on our car... Glaring at her soul through her body .... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢~ Cold, strict, a man with shadows in his heart, ruthless 𝐒𝐰𝐞𝐭𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢~ soft, pure, but with hidden boldness 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢~ Cold, strict, but not as ruthless as Rudra 𝐍𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐢~ fiery, rebellious, mirrors back the treatment she gets.. 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘀~ ℛ𝓊𝒹𝓇𝒶𝕩𝒮𝓌𝑒𝓉𝒶❣ 𝒱𝒾𝓋𝒶𝒶𝓃𝕩𝒩𝒾𝓈𝒽𝓉𝒽𝒶❣ ___________________ Don't judge the book by first 10 chapters... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Romantic↫ Trauma↫ Age gap↫ Underground world↫ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Will they able to love each other?.... O

◍•༻• A Vermillion Mistake ◍•༻• ◍ One moment changed their lives forever ◍ Riddhant Raizada grew up in the United States, far from the traditions of the country his family belongs to. Returning to India to take over his family's legacy, he never expected a simple temple visit to change his life. During a sacred ritual, a misunderstanding leads a priest to hand him vermillion and ask him to place it in the hair partition of the girl standing beside him. He does it without hesitation. Moments later, shocked whispers fill the temple. Because the girl beside him is not his wife, she is a 12th-grade student who only came to pray for success in her exams. But according to the village's traditions, the moment he applied the vermillion... They were already married. ✧ Tropes ✧ •Romance •Accidental Marriage •Billionaire Romance •Slow Burn •Age gap Romance •Strangers to Lovers •Opposites Attract •Love After Marriage •She fell first, He fell harder •Emotional Romance

Shreyas's love for Avisha is fierce, unwavering, and deliciously possessive. Every glance, every touch, every whispered claim-"You're mine"-ignites a fire that binds them together. In a world of desire and devotion, their love is absolute, unbreakable, and all-consuming.

"Oii Newton! I know you're there!" Not again. "Oii Ambujam! Oii Ambujanayaki Parameshwari!" Ugh. What now? Kathir's voice -loud, and aimed straight at my last nerve. I stood up reluctantly. There he was, perched on his terrace with one eyebrow raised, arms folded, ready to ruin my peace. I leaned over the parapet wall and stared down at him. "It's Ilakkiya! How many times do I have to tell you?" "You'll always be Ambujam to me." Full smirk. "Oh really?" I shot back. "Then Ambujam is going to the protest-with or without your royal permission." His face shifted. The mischief drained. "If you go..." he said slowly, "I won't talk to you again. Decide now. It's either me or that stupid Vedhagiri." I blinked. Then laughed. "That's easy. Vedhagiri." "That stupid old hill is more important than me? Your maama?" He threw his hands up. "Unbelievable! I curse the neutrinos of this entire universe. They've ruined my love story." "Your love story?" I grinned. "That failed one? Don't blame neutrinos for your hopeless flirting." I leaned in. "Scared I'll become a better hero than you?" "Don't turn this into a joke, Ilakkiya." His voice dropped, all playfulness gone. "Something's going to go wrong. I can feel it. And I... I won't be able to watch that happen to you." I stilled. "Oh? So this is about you watching? Many will be there-including your friends. Why stop just me?" He opened his mouth, then shut it. A silent war waged behind his eyes. Finally, he exhaled. "When the neutrinos fall in love," he said, softer now, "you'll understand." Then he turned and walked away. Neutrinos... fall in love? Has he gone completely mad? Or does he know something he's not telling me? *** Heads up, guys! I let myself go a little wild with this one-on purpose! This isn't like my previous stories. I so wanted to write one senseless smutty story, so here it is. I hope you laugh, blush, swoon, and enjoy it! ( Warning: Cousin romance trope! )

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢:𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢 | 18+ Book 1 of "ONLY FOR HER" series Description: 1900s. Royal traditions. Untamed emotions. And a love written by fate. Vikrant Singh Rajput the youngest and most feared Sarpanch of Rawatgarh. A man bound by dharma, driven by power, and feared by all. But beneath his stoic exterior lies a heart that beats for only one Nayantara Rawat. She's innocent, yet unafraid. Graceful, yet defiant. A girl of strong values and a tongue that doesn't fear truth a rare flame in a time ruled by silence. She never imagined her fate would tie her to a man like him by rituals, revenge, and rivaaz. He claims her as his Ardhangini, not just in name, but in soul. And once claimed by the Sarpanch of Rawatgarh, there is no escape. What begins as a sacred bond slowly spirals into a tale of obsession, devotion, and the kind of love that scorches through lifetimes. Tropes :~ •Royal Indian Setting •1900s • Powerful Sarpanch × Innocent but Bold Heroine • Age Gap Romance • Arrange marriage • Possessive Alpha Male • Dark Desi Romance • Soft for Her • Devotion × Obsession • Protectiveness × Respect • Innocence meets Intensity Warning: This book contains mature themes, adult content, and emotionally intense scenes rooted in cultural and traditional elements. Recommended for 18+ readers only. Reader discretion advised. MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKING #1900s 1st out of 1.5k #vintage 2nd out of 14k #interesting 1st out if 27.7k #violence 4th out if 8.9k #soft 1st out of 15k #sexy 1st out of 83k

"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. ​

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟒 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬... 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧." She loved him when she was too young to understand what love meant. He rejected her when he was too guarded to feel anything at all. On her eighteenth birthday, she confessed her heart to the man she had loved for years-her brother's best friend. His rejection was cold. Precise. Unforgettable. "You're not the girl I desire." Five years later, fate brings them face to face again-not as a girl with a foolish crush, but as a woman ready for marriage... to someone else. This time, he doesn't return to reject her. He returns to marry her. She no longer asks for his love. She no longer waits to be chosen. Yet his sudden yes feels more dangerous than his past rejection ever did. Once, she begged him to see her. Now he claims her without love. And she fears that becoming his wife will hurt far more than the day he told her she was not the girl he desired.