Daksh was orphan, surviving only for his younger brother. No chance he believed in fairytales, especially the kind where a billionaire's daughter could ever understand a man like him. Orphaned young, with only his younger brother to care for, Daksh had built his life on hard work and quiet resentment toward people born with everything he fought for. Then came Ahana Raichand, elegance wrapped in arrogance, his boss's daughter and the new Managing Director of the company where he worked as a finance manager. She walked in wearing privilege like perfume, and he hated her for it. For her confidence. For her easy laughter. For the way she looked at him, as if she could see beyond his bitterness. But hate, when mixed with proximity, begins to blur. Between heated arguments, stolen glances, and moments neither of them planned, Daksh found himself falling, not for her wealth, but for the woman beneath it. Ahana, with her fierce heart and quiet loneliness, broke every wall he had built. What began as contempt turned into obsession and what once irritated him became sacred.

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

One wedding . Two funerals . And a vows written in her groom's blood. ​Aastha Sharma was the daughter of my enemy the final sacrifice for my revenge. I burned her groom alive. I gave her a choice: The Grave or The Sinner. ​She chose the Sinner. Now, she wears my mangalsutra like a collar, a constant reminder that her life no longer belongs to her. I am the villain of her story, and I'm just getting started. She was married, bound forever, in the ashes of the man she loved. *.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.* Book 1 of Sinner Series (can be read as standalone)

TOP 3 = 25 APRIL 2026 Top 2 - 23 may 26 Top 5 - 24 may 26 Top1- 25may 26 Top 3 27 may Top9- 29 may In a world of grandeur, secrets, and legacy... destiny doesn't ask-it commands. Aaradhana, a quiet yet fierce girl with a haunting past, never imagined her life would collide with royalty. But when fate pushes her into the powerful Rajput Rathore dynasty, it isn't love that brings her there... It's replacement. The alliance was meant for Tanisha. Aaradhana was never the chosen bride-only the forced one. She wasn't the bride they wanted. She was the bride they needed. But royal decisions come with a price... and she is the one who has to pay it. Bound in a marriage of obligation, Aaradhana finds herself trapped between rigid traditions, hidden truths, and a husband-Yugveer Singh Rathore-who never wanted a wife to begin with. Cold. Distant. Unreadable. Yet beneath the silence... lies a storm neither of them is ready to face. Because sometimes, the heart that feels nothing... ends up needing the one it never chose. Can a girl meant to be forgotten become unforgettable? Can a marriage built on compulsion turn into something real? When power, pride, and passion collide... one woman will rewrite her destiny. She wasn't the first choice. She is The Royal Replacement. 👑🔥 (Completed)

He was the professor no one could ignore. She was the girl everyone overlooked. Professor Abhimanyu, 32, wasn't just another name on the faculty list...he was a presence. Known for his sharp mind, unmatched work ethic, and an aura of quiet authority, he taught Architectural Design like it was more than a subject... like it was a language of the soul. But he wasn't easy to keep. In just two years, he had already left two prestigious universities...never for better offers, but for something far more rare: his self-respect. He refused to compromise his dignity, no matter the cost. Then came Amrita. A final-year student. Always present, yet invisible. Always silent, yet full of unspoken thoughts. She wasn't the girl people noticed..she was the one they laughed at. The one who tried to fit in but somehow became the punchline instead. Shy. Introverted. "Boring," they called her. But they never really saw her. Because beneath that quiet exterior lived a mind that felt deeply, imagined endlessly, and observed everything. And yes... She had a crush on him. Just like many others. But unlike them, hers wasn't shallow admiration. It was something softer. Something deeper. She didn't just notice his looks, she noticed the way he spoke about design, the way he stood by his principles, the way he never pretended to be someone he wasn't. And maybe... he noticed something too. Not the loudest voice in class. Not the brightest attention-seeker. But the girl who stayed back, whose designs carried emotions no one else could draw, whose silence spoke louder than words. What happens when a man who values dignity above everything meets a girl who has never been valued at all? When admiration turns into understanding... When silence turns into connection... When two completely different worlds begin to align.. A story begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Not perfect. But real. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025)

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

[MXM] Rishab was supposed to marry the love of his life, Veda. But on the day of their wedding, she mysteriously ran away. To save the family's honor, Ishaan is forced to take his sister's place at the mandap. What happens when Rishab finally lifts the veil only to discover that he didn't marry his fiancée... but her brother instead? Will they learn to accept this unexpected marriage, or will it end in shattered promises and broken hearts?

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 In a world where hearts are broken and trust is a fragile thread... Shivansh Agnihotri was once a man full of life-a sunshine boy who believed in love and loyalty. But betrayal shattered his heart, leaving him cold, distant, and full of mistrust toward women. Now a ruthless businessman, he thrives in solitude, hiding his scars behind a mask of indifference. Saanvika Sharma, a resilient young woman, grew up in the shadows of love and cruelty. Despite being tormented by her stepmother and aunt, she never let her spirit break. Her compassion as a social worker became her escape, her way of finding purpose amidst her pain. Fate ties them together in an unexpected twist-a forced marriage born out of desperation. As their lives collide, sparks fly, walls crumble, and long-buried wounds resurface. Shivansh's icy demeanor clashes with Saanvika's fiery resilience, igniting a journey of redemption, trust, and unexpected love. Can two broken souls heal each other? Or will their pasts keep them apart forever? "Saanvika - His Only Salvation" is a tale of pain, healing, and love that grows in the unlikeliest of circumstances. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 Grumpy X Sunshine Force marriage Force proximity Slow Burn Romance Mysterious past reveal Broken MMC Redemption Arc Healing love She fell first He fell harder Strong Female lead

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 "I think Chahat and Veer should talk in private," Parvati ji suggested. Urmilla ji nodded, asking Chahat to take him to the terrace. The moment they were alone, Veeransh spoke - straight, emotionless. "I'll come to the point. I have no interest in marriage. I'm agreeing only for Dadi. Don't expect anything beyond respect and loyalty." Chahat's eyes hardened. "What if I say no? Actually... I am saying no. It was nice meeting you for the last time, Mr. Raghuvanshi." She turned to leave. Just as her hand reached the door, her phone buzzed - an unknown number. She ignored it. "Dekh lo," Veer's voice came from behind, edged with a faint smirk. "Might be important." Something in his tone made her open it. A video. Her breath stopped. She staggered back in shock - straight into him. Veeransh leaned down, close to her ear. His breath brushed her neck, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "A yes from your side... or a yes from mine," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Choice is yours."