She was 18. He was 30..HE IS A KING Of marwar, Jodhpur. "I'm your wife, you can't ignore me rana sa!" "No, Kainaat... you're just a deal, a child." -"are u cheating on me?" She asked before breaking down. A forced royal marriage meant to end a long-standing rivalry between two powerful families. To him, she was a child bride - too young, too common, too unwanted. He gave her a palace, his last name... and nothing else. No love. No touch. No claim. --- - He's cold, royal, and ruthless. -She's kind, silent, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

लिख तू कुछ ऐसा ऐ-दिल, जिसे पढ़..! वो रोये भी ना और, रात भर सोये भी ना..!! This book is a collection of short stories that will make you fall in love with yourself. Thank you for choosing it. 𝟏. 𝐈𝐙𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐑 𝟐. 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐇𝐀𝐌

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

Prashant Pandey is everything the world admires. Confident, charming, and impossible to ignore. But the version he gives them isn't real. Not like the one he shows me. With me, he's chaos wrapped in silence. With me, he's the broken parts he hides. And I hate him for what he's done. I hate that I still want him. His touch. His pain. His truth. Him. Ira Solanki used to be the girl I would've burned the world for. But that girl is gone. And the woman who took her place? I can't love her without destroying her. I'm colder now. Harsher. I don't let her in, not like before. I hurt her because it's easier than holding her. Because it's the only way I know how to let her go. We don't fit. We break. Over and over again. But no matter how far we fall, we keep reaching for each other through every fight, every scar, every memory that won't let go. This isn't a love story. It's a war. And somehow, we're both losing.

" 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐚 " " 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐚 " ᡣ𐭩 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 & 𝐀𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 Both have known each other since childhood. He wants to get close to her, while she runs away from him. They are tied into the sacred bond of marriage, hidden from the world. He is ready to let the world know that he's taken by the most beautiful girl, but she doesn't want to be a part of his world. What happens when suddenly their truth comes out? ᡣ𐭩

We've often read about men and their grovelling but now it's Maliah who's going to grovel till the very end to save the man she destroyed.

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

I was only nine when my life changed forever. I was sold like an object; all of my cries were ignored as if they meant nothing. I meant nothing. That night, I learned that in this world, I had no value -- not as a child and not as human as well. So, I learned to survive on my own. Later years were even cruel. I was sold and tossed from one hand to another. I was taught to obey, to smile when I wanted to cry, to bury my pain deep inside. Love? Happiness? Those were words that didn't exist in my world. All I knew was how to survive. And when I lost all of my hopes of survival as well, he came. He didn't just look at me, he saw me. He made me feel something I never felt before. I saw a spark of hope in him, but hope is dangerous. I am dangerous and not something meant for love. I want him to stay away from me because I don't want him to burn with me in the same fire. I need him to stop and save himself from this forbidden love. I can never be his and person like him are not meant to be mine. I am Sandhya and this is my story of Love and Freedom from those who call themselves my master.