Radhya Chowdhary - a girl whose name could touch Everest, yet whose feet remain humbly grounded. Born into a middle-class family, she never dreamed of flying beyond the skies; instead, she dreamt of walking the earth with grace. She's not just her father's little princess, but her mother's fierce queen. To her brother, she's the prettiest annoyance wrapped in unconditional love. Her strength lies in her dance - a rhythm that echoes even in the darkest nights and fiercest storms, an art she inherited from her mother. Behind her bright smile are secrets the world will never see, yet she carries them with gratitude, embracing every blessing from her deity. Telugu, her mother tongue, becomes her fierce weapon - a language reserved for playful scoldings and the occasional sharp retort. Far away from Radhya's sunlit world lives a soul drowning in shadows. Krishansh Pratap Singh - heir of a royal bloodline, yet belonging nowhere. The son of Naina and Vipul Pratap Singh, his life turned cold the day his mother and step father died saving their master's family. The court handed him over to his biological father's house, but love never followed him there. To them, he was not a son - he was a stain, a reminder of shame they could never erase, sheltered under their roof only because of his mother's inheritance. Except for a few loyal cousins, love eluded him. Time sculpted him into stone, hardened him into ice. Alone, he carved his own kingdom - a mafia empire standing tall without anyone's help. His friends became his fortress, his family of choice amidst betrayal. Yet even in this empire, one name still sparked fire in his veins - Arvi Srivastav. The girl he once adored, once teased, once admired with every playful pinch of her angry, red nose. But in his eyes, she became the reason his world shattered; the reason his parents never returned. He loved her once. Now, he only burns with hate. Or so he believes.

About (Part - 2)

Avinash Singh Rathore 28 years old businessman and a billionaire, CEO of Rathore Empire for everyone but in the dark he is the king of Mafia. He is handsome, cold, ruthless, arrogant, a person with dark aura, everyone wish a death apart to meet him. loves his family but never show it, kill easily who think to harm his family. He didn't remember he has a heart. it just a part of his body who make him alive. A person with no feelings. Aarushi Sharma 22 years old student doing her masters. She is introvert, beautiful, smart, intelligent, loving person. Her smile is enough for fell in love but fell in love with her is hard. Her parents were dead last year that day was the worst day for her. She had a wish to do something great in her life to make her family proud. She lives with her brother and sister-in-law who both are not so fond of her and try to make her life miserable but someone she manage to live with them. Her strength is her sister and her friends who loves her so much. What happens when a Heartless person and a beautiful soul bond in a pure relation marriage. Does they both control their souls to not to fell for each other? forced marriage × Arrange marriage Grumpy × sunshine past trauma Mafia Billionaire

~ 𝙰 𝙳𝙰𝚁𝙺 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙸𝙰𝙽 𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙰𝙽𝙲𝙴 ~ ☠ ☠ ~~ 18+~~ A 21 year old Akansha never thought one reckless night of passion would turn her world upside down. It was supposed to be a mistake-one she could forget, one that held no meaning beyond those stolen hours. But how do you forget a man like Shreyansh Malhotra? He wasn't just any man. He was the Shreyansh Malhotra -CEO of Cerebrix Tech, the youngest billionaire in the industry, and a man so dangerously powerful that the world practically bowed at his feet. He is ruthless, dominant, and exudes an authority that makes people tremble. But that night, in the dim glow of the club, he wasn't the untouchable CEO. He was raw, demanding, and utterly charming. She had walked away the next morning, convinced that was the end of it. After all, why would a man like him care about a stranger? But Akansha had underestimated just how possessive Shreyansh could be. Their paths crossed again when she became an intern in his company, unaware of the storm waiting for her. Now, every time she entered the office, she felt his intense gaze burning into her. Every interaction was laced with an unspoken warning- 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖍𝖎𝖘 She had been foolish to think she could escape him. Because Shreyansh Malhotra never let go of what was his. And Akansha? She had unknowingly become his new obsession. ❦ †he †ale of ℒove and ⊙bsession ⚠️Read the warning and the disclaimer before beginning.

❛They say what slips from our hands no longer belongs to us. But some souls were never taught how to let go, rather... they chase what was lost like a curse written into their blood, crossing lines, burning bridges, tearing the world apart if they must. For them, possession is faith, obsession is devotion, and surrender is a sin they will never commit.❜ ✧ RUKSHIT VOHRA, a twenty-nine-year-old man, devastatingly handsome and far more dangerous than his looks could ever reveal. He is the Mafia lord known as The Death Raider, and the Chairman of the Vohra Empire. One glimpse of him is enough to make a person feel death breathing down their neck. And yet the irony of fate: the man feared by nations is obsessed with the memory of a girl he knows nothing about. He doesn't believe in fate, mercy, or forgiveness. He only believes in possession and once something enters his heart, he will cross heaven and hell to claim it. ♡ RICHA DIWAN, a twenty-four-years-old woman, brilliantly successful, the President of High Ridge Corporation before most people her age even decide what they want from life. She loves hacking, especially when it's against those who dare to challenge her. A girl shaped by discipline, sharpened by intellect, and unknowingly standing on a ticking throne of blood and power. ✧ The story of two souls who were shattered, then rose again, stronger than before, only to be shattered once more. BOOK #02 in series 'DEATH GAMER'

Scars into Star🦋 Krisha verma "They called it love while they shattered me - now my silence tells the story their hearts couldn't." She's a quiet, thoughtful girl who speaks less but feels deeply. She prefers solitude over crowds and finds comfort in her own world of thoughts, books, and music. Though shy at first, she's kind, loyal, and deeply caring once she trusts someone. Her silence hides a soft heart and a mind full of unspoken stories🌙 -----------♡♡------------ Nivaan Singhania "A gentle soul turned stone, broken by love, reborn in calm. His eyes still whisper the pain he never speaks." He's a boy whose heart once believed in love and trust, only to be shattered by those closest to him. Silence became his shield, and pain carved a cold calm into his soul. Behind his quiet eyes lies a storm, a mix of sorrow, anger, and unspoken strength."✨ -------------♡♡----------- What happens when two broken souls meet? Do they find light where shadows once ruled? Can their hearts learn to trust again? Will their pain turn into strength together? And in that fragile space... can love quietly bloom? ♡♡

𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 / 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 × 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒚 × 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼??? 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝒀 𝑾𝑰𝑭𝑬???? I knew I was being cruel. But seeing her in that saree, so close , wrecked my control. Fear made me vicious. My eyes travelled over her body. "You are trying to seduce me in a saree!" She was fuming. I'd gone too far, but instead of apologising, I polished my ego. Then her foot slipped. Instinctively, I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. My fingers pressed into her bare skin as I held her over the pool. She felt warm. Smelled...like mine. Too fucking close. Her breath hitched. So did mine. "So your hand on my bare waist isn't seduction?" she taunted . My jaw clenched. She was right.I hated her sharp mouth. So I smirked and removed my hand. She screamed and fell into the pool. I almost laughed. Then I noticed the silence. No splash, she was struggling to stay afloat before the water swallowed her. She couldn't swim. My blood ran cold. "Shit!" I jumped in without thinking. She thrashed blindly until I pulled her up. The moment she raised above water, she gasped wrapping her arms around my neck in panic. I looked down at MY WIFE, trembling in my arms. And suddenly, every logical thought seemed ridiculous. I loved MY HURRICANE ON HEELS(her nickname) too much that I would burn the world for her.