Ahana knew that her mother's marriage to a powerful foreign billionaire meant her simple, quiet life was over. She expected the staggering wealth, the massive culture shock, and the daunting reality of moving into a cold, looming estate with four stepbrothers who shared absolutely none of her blood, her roots, or her world. She braced herself for the forced adjustments of a blended family, but she never expected Jehd. Jehd sat squarely in the shadows of the mansion, wrapped in a cold foreign accent and a quiet, unreadable intensity. In those initial years, there were no lines crossed. He was just the quiet anchor in a chaotic house the one who silently watched over her, who rescued her from awkward family moments, and who became her closest, most fiercely protective companion under that roof. To the world, they were just step siblings navigating a new life together. To each other, they were an unspoken safe haven. But years under the same roof carry a quiet danger. As the seasons changed and the teenage years blurred into adulthood, the comfort of their friendship began to shift. The easy silences turned into a heavy, suffocating awareness. There was no separation, no college time jumps, and no distance to save them, they were forced face to face every single day, watching each other grow up, until the safe boundaries of the house completely began to fray. Now, the legal documents and the family labels mean nothing to the grown man standing in front of her. The protective boy from her teenage years has morphed into an intense, possessive force who refuses to let her look away. Trapped against the cold mahogany railing of the grand staircase, with his shadow completely consuming her and his breath hot against her skin, the years of slow burn tension finally snap as he whispers the only rule that matters. "𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲, 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚."

BOOK 1 OF HER SERIES *.✧HER REPLACED HUSBAND✧.* *.↬ Ruthvik Rajvansh Ruthvik Rajvansh is a billionaire businessman who had once loved deeply. But the woman he had loved since school, the one he thought would be his forever, had betrayed him. She left him and their newborn twins, Rudra and Kuhu, just a week after they were born. That heartbreak changed him. He became cold, careful, and closed off, letting nothing and no one hurt him again. Now, Ruthvik had only two priorities: His twins, Rudra and Kuhu, who were the most important part of his life. His business, growing it worldwide and making it stronger than ever. Everything else was secondary. Ruthvik had built walls around his heart, and he didn't plan on letting anyone break through. *.↬ Paridhi Sekhawat Paridhi Sekhawat is one of the best gynecologists in India-respected, skilled, and confident in her work. She lives life on her own terms, independent and free-spirited. Bubbly, charming, and full of warmth, she lights up every room she enters. Life is simple, predictable, and Life is simple and under her control... but her past still haunts her. But what happens when destiny ties them into a replaced marriage?

~~~~~~~~ I started typing again when his voice came low almost an order, more demanding. "Sex karogi mere sath?" My eyes widened in panic, my head snapped at him as if the bone would come in two pieces out of my flesh. "Ye aadmi pagal wagal hai kya? Meine itna thakri aadmi likha...mujhe khud yakeen nhi ho rha." I thought to myself before galring at him. "Sharam nhi ayi na?" I narrowed my eyes at him, but he simply clicked his tongue as if it was the casual talk between us. "Bhyii mein aapki biwi nhi hu Jake koi or dhundh lo..." I joined my hands, frustration bubbling in my chest. But his voice came sharp this time, "ek baar or mujhse baat krte time bhai kaha to.." I sharply mocked him, "to..." But it was too late, he marched towards me with long strides. And instinctively I crawled back on the bed, "are bhyii, bhyi global word.... sorry galti ho gyi..." ~~~~~~~~~ Author x Character written by her. 21 x 31

*𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩!* What happens when Naina, a lively wedding planner, collides with Aarav, the grumpy heir of the Raichand family? "Is this your idea of a warm welcome?" Aarav huffs, dripping wet after an unexpected water splash. "Well, if you didn't show up unannounced, you wouldn't be soaking wet," Naina replies. As they navigate wedding plans filled with chaos, laughter, and unexpected sparks, will Naina break through Aarav's icy exterior? Or will their banter lead to something deeper amid the wedding chaos? "Just remember," Aarav warns, "this wedding won't plan itself, and I'm not interested in drama." "Drama? Please," Naina laughs. "I'm here to make this wedding unforgettable, and that might just involve a little chaos."

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

Two families. One marriage. A fate neither of them chose. Pratha Malhotra is a soul made of Jaipur sunsets-soft, innocent, traditional and a law student. Dr. Shivansh Randhawa. A brilliant neurosurgeon and the heir to a ruthless political empire. Both got into a marriage of convenience. He protects her like it's instinct. She fights him like it's her right. Some bonds are not chosen. They are destined.

First book of ✨️ EUPHORIAL SERIES✨️ She is the spark which can lit the fire of love.....BUT HE WAS THAT FUEL WHICH CAN BURN THE WORLD FOR HER. "Kisi ki Duniya ban Jane se lekar.. Kisi ki Duniya bachana.... Pyaar hai"

• His Noor: His Purest addiction Noor ul Ain - lovingly called Aina - and Zain grew up with giggles echoing through sunlit courtyards and secret wishes whispered under the stars. Childhood best friends turned secret keepers, they became each other's quiet strength long before they even knew what love truly meant. When they were barely teenagers, their families sealed a promise - an engagement that tied their innocent hearts for the future. But fate, ever so unpredictable, carried Zain far away to Finland for his studies, leaving Aina with nothing but memories and unspoken prayers. Years drifted by like pages of an unopened letter. Distance tested what time had woven. And when life knocked Aina down with her father-in-law's failing health, she clung to the only rope she knew - her faith. In the sacred stillness of Madina, with tears wetting her palms and her whispered dua echoing through the courtyard, she begged her Rabb for his father's healing... her father-in-law who is as Equal to her father, and maybe, deep down, for a sign of him - her Zain. And prayers, when pure, always find their way. Under the soft hush of Madina's peace, she looked up - and there he was. Zain. His purest. Standing like an answered prayer, his eyes carrying every promise he'd ever made. Shocked, breathless, Aina did what her heart commanded - she ran to him, her tears a testament to waiting done right, her hug a silent confession that distance can't dull what faith keeps alive. In that moment, Madina witnessed a reunion crafted not by coincidence - but by dua. Tropes ʚɞ • 𝐓𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 ୨ৎ • 𝐁𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ୨ৎ • 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 ୨ৎ • 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫୨ৎ • 𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡

#2 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬....𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞." ~.•★•.~ 𝐍𝐚𝐯𝐲𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝𝐢 ᪥ In the hallways of fate, Navya Trivedi, an ardent reader of the stars but a skeptic of love, finds herself ensnared in the intricate web of emotions spun by a new arrival in her school. Despite her best efforts to evade the tendrils of affection, the new boy at her school becomes the catalyst for a whirlwind of feelings she once sought to escape. Little did she know, destiny had more in store for her than the captivating allure of newfound love. 𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 🂱 Enter, Kiaan Shekhawat the embodiment of charisma and red flags. As the school's star football player, he personifies the untouchable allure that graces the pages of Navya's beloved books. Yet, in the lexicon of his emotions, love is a word deliberately omitted. For Kiaan, it's a concept synonymous with destruction, a sentiment he vowed to keep at arm's length. ~.•★•.~ However, the celestial dance of destiny orchestrates an unexpected turn, propelling Kiaan onto a collision course with Navya-the best friend of his little sister. As the roads twist and bend, the two souls find themselves navigating a stormy terrain, where love's tempest threatens to shatter preconceived notions and redefine the contours of their hearts.

𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭. ​ 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐥. 𝐀𝐭 (28), 𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 "𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨 "𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲". 𝐓𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐛𝐨𝐚𝐫𝐝-𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ​ 𝐀𝐭 (22), 𝐀𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐰𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐚 "𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐡𝐤𝐢𝐧" 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫