"Millions of reasons, Tanya. All perfectly legal, or perfectly arranged to seem that way. I don't make threats. I explain consequences." He stepped close to her again, cupping her chin with his hand. His touch was like ice. She was too terrified to pull away. "So, you will sit tight. You will go to your school. You will teach my nephew. And you will look very, very pretty while doing it. You will not make me angry again. Understood?" A single, hot tear of pure, helpless rage escaped and traced a path down her cheek. He saw it. His dark eyes glittered with a perverse kind of satisfaction. He leaned in, his lips brushing her cheekbone where the tear had fallen. The kiss was chillingly soft, a brand of ownership. "You see?" he murmured, his breath warm against her skin. "You look so pretty when you cry angrily. Like a good girl who finally understands her place." ___________________________________________ Love is a lie they tell to make obsession sound pretty. When Vardaan Rathore, a man whose bloodline was woven with power and violence, walked into her classroom, Tanya saw a negligent uncle. He saw the first and last woman who would ever tell him no. His obsession became her sentence. There was no courtship. Only a silent, brutal campaign of possession. Her life decided to conquer a queen, and the beautiful, terrible ruin he made of her in the process. #1 forced love #1 Darklove #1 runawayheroine #1 Captive Romance #1 Manipulation #1 Political Romance #1 Brokenheroine #1 Forcedintimacy #1 Forced relation #1 Darkromancebooks #3 Indian #3 desi #3 teacher #4 badboy #33 toxic #35 Dark romance

If Shrishti's life was a novel, she would have been called the Cannon Fodder. She was the girl who fell in love with the male lead. She came between the male lead and female lead and created trouble between them. She was the adversary whose destruction led to their happily ever after. When Shrishti has a chance to do over her life, she finally decides to give up on Male lead, the guy she obsessed on since her school days. But now that she has given up on him, what to do with her life? She has no purpose or aim in her life as till now, all she wanted was to marry him. Faced with such uncertainty, Shrishti decides to pave a new way for herself and rediscover who she was without the male lead. This was her chance to relive her life and have her own journey. So why the heck is she suddenly the female lead with two men, including her past love of her life, vying for her, while the former female lead has become the cannon fodder? What? Shrishti has no idea what is happening in her life anymore. Read as Shrishti tries to make better decisions in her second life all the while trying to avoid her past lover only to be pulled into a new quagmire of her own making.

Paridhi, a 30-year-old, Orphan and self-made billionaire, is a woman forged by hardship and triumph. From an early age, she endured relentless bullying and societal rejection simply for being parentless. Despite being treated like trash, she never bowed to her tormentors. With fierce determination, Paridhi clawed her way to the top, building a multi-billion-dollar empire through sheer grit and brilliance. Her ruthless, no-nonsense demeanor now commands respect and fear - nobody dares cross her. But fate had other plans. A tragic accident catapults Paridhi into an unfamiliar reality - the world of a novel titled My Obsessive Billionaire. In this fictional universe, she finds herself reincarnated as the villainess, Paridhi Rathod, an 18-year-old spoiled brat who bullied and tormented the story's innocent female protagonist to win the male lead's love. The villainess meets a grim fate in the original storyline, dying miserably after being outcast by society. Now trapped in the body of the villainess with a tarnished reputation and dangerous enemies, Paridhi must decide her path. Will she follow the doomed fate of the original Paridhi Rathod, or will her sharp wit, fierce determination, and ruthless business acumen help her rewrite the story? This time, survival isn't just a game - it's war.

He was the selenophine, she was the moon. Akshara Choudhary A tiny, wide-eyed 21-year-old girl, 5'4" tall and in her 3rd year of medical school, in white cotton, anklets tinkling like wind chimes. Orphaned at two, she knows her parents only from one faded photo. Her aunt's slaps leave red prints on her cheeks, yet Akshara smiles softly, murmurs "Kanha ji knows", and folds every hurt into quiet prayers. Simple plaits, small silver studs, and a heart that trusts karma completely-she endures hunger, chores, and cruelty with the innocence of a child who believes every tear is counted in heaven. Siddarth Sherawat He towers 6'4", 29, CEO of Sherawat Industries, a blade of muscle and midnight fury. Obsidian eyes freeze souls; arrogance crowns a heart shattered when his wife traded their newborn for richer blood. Love is poison, marriage a grave. Only Aditya-two years old, tear-streaked, craving a mother's ghost-melts the devil's ice. He'd burn worlds for that boy's smile, yet every bedtime fails to fill the void. Cross him and bleed. Love him and face claws guarding a broken storm.

𝑳𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒂 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓𝒑𝒉𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓. "𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙮𝙚𝙨? 𝙒𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙝𝙚 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢" 𝒀𝒆𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒅𝒎𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔 - 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚, 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆.

💔 He lost the will to walk, and she walked into his life... Aarav Verma had everything - a thriving career, fame, and a fiancée - until a tragic accident left him paralyzed and bitter, shutting the world out behind high walls and silence. Meher Singh never planned to become anyone's caretaker, let alone for a man who looked at her like she was his enemy. But when fate leads her to Aarav's door, what begins as a job slowly turns into something much more powerful... and much more dangerous. As Aarav battles his inner demons and Meher tries to hold her heart together, their worlds begin to entwine - through therapy sessions, unexpected laughter, late-night confessions, and moments of raw vulnerability. But can love truly heal what's been broken beyond repair? And what happens when the past comes knocking again? Wheels of the Heart is a slow-burn, emotional romance about second chances, impossible choices, and finding strength in love - even when you can't stand on your own feet.

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

✨Book Description✨ In the glittering world of wealth and legacy, Shaurya Surveer, a 30-year-old billionaire with power sprawling across continents, lives behind layers of silence and shadows. Ruthless in business and reclusive in nature, he carries a darkness that no fortune can heal-a haunting past buried beneath his cold gaze and carefully tailored suits. On the other side of the city's skyline is Sitaara Dhiwan, a 23-year-old self-made millionaire whose world smells of sugar, spice, and everything resilience. A renowned baker with a chain of opulent patisseries, she hides her scars behind frosted cupcakes and warm smiles. Estranged from her own family, she lives alone-not by choice, but by betrayal. When fate begins to meddle with well-laid plans, Shaurya's grandparents arrange his marriage to a girl of their choosing. But destiny, with its twisted sense of timing, intervenes-and Sitaara becomes the replaced bride. Two strangers. Two broken hearts. One unexpected union. What begins as a mere accident of fate soon turns into a tale of passion, secrets, redemption, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

𝐸𝑘𝑎𝑛𝑠ℎ 𝑆𝑖𝑛𝑔ℎ 𝑅𝑎𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑟𝑒 X 𝑅𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑢ℎ𝑎𝑛 ✦✦✦✦✦✦✦ I walked into the room like a dead man. The smell of antiseptic and blood mixed in the air, and my heart clenched at the sight before me. Reet. My Reet. She lay on the bed, so still, so pale... as if life had already left her body. Tubes ran across her arms, machines beeped softly beside her, and her lips were colorless. I walked closer and sank to my knees beside her bed. My hands trembled as I took hers into mine. Her fingers were cold-too cold. "Jaan..." I whispered, my voice breaking. "How long will you sleep, hmm? You've slept enough now... wake up, please. You haven't even started living with me yet. We were supposed to build a life together... you promised me, remember?" My tears fell freely now, wetting her hand. My heart was bleeding inside my chest, every breath a struggle. "Please, Jaan... just open your eyes once. Look at me once... please..." And then- The beeping stopped. The sound that had been keeping me alive-the only proof that she was still here-went silent. My world collapsed. "No... no... no!" I screamed, shaking her gently. "Reet! Jaan! Look at me! Don't do this! Don't leave me! Please, don't leave me!" ｡𖦹°‧⋆˚࿔

Born into a legacy of power, pride, and politics, twins Zarmina and Zain Khanzada never asked for a kingdom they weren't welcome in. With four much older brothers who were heirs to everything-from feudal titles to family devotion-their unexpected arrival brought not celebration, but shame. Hidden from the world, denied by their own mother, and resented by the very blood meant to protect them, they were ghosts in a palace that never wanted them. But what happens when the forgotten grow up quietly-wise, observant, and dangerously different? Raised by the one woman who saw their worth, Esra Khanzada, a divorced artist with fire in her veins and wounds of her own, the twins become something the Khanzada clan never prepared for: A rebellion with royal blood. A story of belonging, soft strength, and silent storms-The Heirs of Nothing isn't just about the children no one wanted. It's about what happens when those children decide not to need anyone at all.