|| Book 1 in "ROYAL SERIES" || Rudraksh Singh Rathore The powerful future king of Rajasthan and a prominent figure in India, he is the sole heir to the vast Rathore empire, which spans the globe. A devoted follower of Lord Shiva, he commands immense respect and fear in society. Known as one of the most eligible bachelors in the country, he leads a dual life-as a respected leader and a feared mafia mob boss with lethal skills that instill dread even in the most hardened individuals. His chiseled features and dark ocean-blue eyes give him a godlike appearance, reminiscent of Greek deities. However, beneath his striking looks lies a cunning and volatile personality, marked by anger issues and an intense possessiveness over everything he considers his own. Vamika Singhania The only daughter of the Singhania family, she is the hidden owner of Nrityanjali Academy, a world-renowned classical dance institution. A devout follower of Lord Shiva and Parvati, she finds solace in her spiritual pursuits. With a calm and generous nature, she possesses a delicate strength, yet she is unafraid to stand up for herself when needed. Her ethereal beauty is complemented by striking deep green eyes and an angelic voice, captivating all who meet her. As the cherished jewel of the Singhania clan-the first girl born in seven years-she has been pampered and adored, yet her humility and down-to-earth nature often surprise those who underestimate her. He is the king She is his queen He exudes coldness while She radiates sweetness His temper is quick to ignite But she is gentle and sensitive He is known for being ruthlessness While she is cherished for her kindness He is dreaded for inflicting pain Whereas she is adored for offering care What will happen when two opposing personalities collide with each Other? What will happen if our sweet angel becomes the desire of the devil himself? To,know futher join the journey of Vamika×Rudraksh

THANKYOU FOR 1 MILLION READS!! 🥹🧿 This story is about sweet and kind chubby girl who's 𝟐𝟏 years old living in Mumbai and belongs to middle class family . Her name is...𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐋 And About 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐊𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀. He's 𝟐𝟑 years old an immature playboy and a billionaire guy.

'WIFE'...huh you call yourself my wife, He said very calmly. "A girl like u cannot afford to become maid at my house and u call yourself my wife." He said and tightly gripped my arms ,wincing me in pain. "Aadi you are hurting me.leave me ahh..." I cried in pain. "LISTEN ,listen to me very carefully, u flithy wh**e off never, never I will give u a place of wife, neither in my life nor in my heart ." He said in a venomous tone. He pushed me with such a force that I fall on floor,hiting my head.He stromed out of room furiously, leaving me in tears..... ************************************ Mahi, A 25, years old girl living her life in los Angeles, USA. Away from her dreadful past. A beauty for which mens worshipped..she buried all her emotions 5 years ago.But what people don't know is her identity. Suddenly a phone call change her life, which made her stand in front of same past from which she is running away. Aditya Arora , A 27 years old cold-hearted,ruthless, short -tempered CEO of A.A. industries and a multi-billioniere. And ya also a playboy who likes the world to work the way he wants. His looks add charms to his personality. For which girls die. What will happen when love wants to bloom with the picious support of a holy matrimony...will they give themself a chance? To know more join the journey of mahi and Aditya .And how their past connects which each other. If you are looking for a beautiful indian love story written by destiny and their hardships in way of their love. Here's your destination my lovely readers. And sort of PLAGIARISM will not be tolerable..strict legal actions will be taken...all rights are reserved by the writer😊 I won't disappoint you. The book is not edited.

-:𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃:- -This book moves a bit faster than my usual pace. Some events might feel slightly fast-forwarded, but I've done that to keep the essence tight, the emotions raw, and the story impactful without unnecessary dragging. . . He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Roop, shaadi kisi majboori mein nahi ki jati." (Marriage isn't something that should happen out of compulsion.) A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Yahi toh farq hai tumhari aur meri zindagi mein, Anirudh. Tumhare paas choice hai, mere paas nahi." (That's the difference between your life and mine, Anirudh. You have a choice. I don't.) His expression darkened. "Main tumhari family se baat karunga-" "Nahi!" I cut him off, my voice sharp with desperation. "You won't understand. You've never seen helplessness, Anirudh. You don't know that when a girl has no options, she only looks for survival." A strange silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken pain. Anirudh sighed and leaned back against the bench, his fingers tapping against his knee. "You're telling me you'd marry any stranger just because you have no other way out?" I stiffened. "You're not a stranger." His lips quirked up, almost amused. "Until a day ago, I was." I clenched my fists. "I don't care who you are. I just need to accept this match, or the other option will destroy me." Anirudh fell silent, his gaze steady on me. The playfulness in his eyes faded, replaced by something more intense, more thoughtful. Finally, he asked, "And what if I tell you that I don't want to marry you either?"

This book is filled with grammatical errors and 18+ scenes. Avoid reading it, if you are not a fan of dark romance ; ______ Atharva singhania ♡ Ruhi Singhania Vedant Singhania ♡ Divya Singhania Rudra Singhania ♡ Prisha Singhania ______ Not good in Giving description Just directly read book

Witness the lives of 4 Rathore heirs with their wives. Will they be able to accept each other or will these marriages sink at least as deep as the Pacific Ocean.Who will win hate or love?. Read to find out. Let's embark on this journey. _________________________________________ Vivaan x Shanaya Randheer x Saanvi Advik x Peehu Siddharth x Kiara _________________________________________ Love wasn't their thing until they collided with them. _________________________________________ 'Look at my eyes they will tell you the truth.' 'Yahi ishq di marzi hai yahi Rab di Marzi hai ' 'I still remember the 3rd of December me in your sweater.' 'Thought you'd always be mine, mine. ' _________________________________________ Dedicated to those who hope for a desi munda who'll set your standards to the moon. _________________________________________ #25 in multicouple