𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐭 "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."

(#Book 1 in substitute bride) This is the story of two completely different people whose lives change forever because of fate. Rudransh Singh Raghuvanshi is rich, powerful, and one of the most popular billionaires in the country. He's the eldest grandson of the respected Raghuvanshi family, known for his sharp mind, cold attitude, and mysterious charm. Akanshah Rai Singhania, on the other hand, is sweet, intelligent, and focused on her dream of becoming a doctor. She's the youngest granddaughter of the famous Singhania family and has always stayed away from drama and high society games. But one wedding changes everything. Akanshah had only come to attend her cousin's wedding. She never imagined she would walk away as the bride herself. When an unexpected scandal breaks out and her cousin backs out last minute, the family begs Akanshah to take her place-to save their name and reputation. And just like that, she is suddenly married to a stranger. Rudransh never expected to marry anyone that day-let alone a girl he barely knew. To him, Akanshah is just a replacement bride. Someone who stepped in last minute. He's angry, distant, and cold. Akanshah didn't want this either. She feels unwanted... like a mistake. But now they are tied together by fate. Living under the same roof, in a marriage that was never meant to happen, the two must learn how to deal with their new reality. There's confusion, anger, pain... but also something else beginning to grow between them-something neither of them expected. Will Rudransh ever accept Akanshah as his real wife? Can akanshah forgive him for his cold behayand treating her as a replacement? And what will happen when hidden truths, emotions, and secrets come to light?

"From today onwards, Ares will be responsible for your security." Haven froze. Lucifer's voice was final, unwavering. She knew that tone. Knew there was no room for negotiation. Her grip tightened around the glass in her hand. "I don't need a bodyguard." Lucifer's stare was ice. "You don't get a choice in this matter Vida." She scoffed. "You expect me to let him follow me around like a damn shadow?" Ares stood by the doorway, silent, dark, and completely uninterested. The dim lighting cast sharp edges across his face-expression unreadable, stance lethal. "You think I want this?" he muttered, voice low, detached. "So stay out of trouble, and I won't have to babysit you." Haven turned to him, fury igniting like gasoline meeting fire. "Babysit? Cute. I didn't know Lucifer's lapdog could talk." Ares barely spared her a glance. "Talk back to me again, and I'll show you what else I can do." Lucifer sighed, rubbing his temples. "Enough. Haven, Ares will be your bodyguard until we find someone more... tolerable." Ares scoffed. "Don't bother. No one would last a week with her." Haven's lips curled into a slow, wicked smirk. "Then let's make sure you don't last a week either, shall we?" For the first time, Ares actually looked at her. Long. Cold. Assessing. And then, he smirked too. "Try me, fiera." Her pulse jumped at the name. Fiera. Little fire. --- Upcoming - JUNE 2025

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

She was so shocked that she could only say, "Devyansh? Shivali? This... this all???" Devyansh lowered his gaze and, holding the hand of the girl standing next to him, said, "We... we got married. Shivali and I love each other, and Shivali is going to be the mother of my child." Not only had her husband married someone else today, but he was also about to become a father. This meant... this meant he must have been deceiving her for an unknown amount of time, while she foolishly believed that her husband loved her. "What? What do you mean?", Trishvika asked, shocked. Devyansh said, "I didn't want to spend my entire life with a woman who couldn't even give me a child in two years." "And what about me? My life, my decisions?", Trishvika questioned. Devyansh, sitting comfortably on the sofa, said, "Divorce papers. Sign these divorce papers and leave, Ashvi!" Hearing this, whatever little emotions were left inside Trishvika died instantly, and all the second thoughts she had while signing the divorce papers vanished. Without any emotion, she signed the papers and threw them at Devyansh, saying, "I don't need your money or your name anymore. I'm leaving now, but I will come back, Devyansh Rana! To take revenge for the injustice done to me. I will come back to destroy you. Just wait for that day." And then, without looking at anyone, she walked towards the door.

It started on Wattpad and now it's hitting the screen. Read the original story that inspired the film and then watch KISSING IS THE EASY PART now available on Tubi. KISSING IS THE EASY PART is published by Wattpad Books. Please order from the link in my profile. *** Being beautiful might as well be Flora Morgan's only talent. Some of the words she hates include economy class, second-hand clothes, and budget. She likes fashion, dating, not being on time and getting what she wants - until she meets Sean, who is like the clock striking midnight; he erases all her magic power. He is as mature and sophisticated as the dark roasted coffee he drinks, while she is like a lollipop: colorful, dazzling on the outside but empty calories and artificial sweeteners on the inside. The attraction is instant, but getting a kiss is only the first step. To keep their fire burning, they must accept each other's differences and decide if what they're building is strong enough to survive trials, jealousy, expectations, and the fear of becoming someone they no longer recognize.

To the world, Aarav Rathore was a monster wrapped in bespoke suits. To me... he was the cage I never wanted to escape. His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Daddy. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love.

Arnav ♡ Aakriti ~ Aakriti Saxena's Age 19. A delicate soul wrapped in innocence, Aakriti is a BBA first-year student with dreams bigger than the sky-but wings clipped by her circumstances. She is beautiful, soft-spoken, emotional, and painfully shy. After the tragic death of her parents, she was forced to live with her uncle and aunt, who treat her like an unpaid servant. She bears the weight of their cruelty with silent strength. Despite everything, her heart is pure, and her emotions run deep. Little does she know, her life is about to take a shocking turn when fate entangles her with the coldest man she's ever met... But will she melt his heart-or lose herself in the fire? Arnav Singhania Age 27 Tall, intense, and dangerously attractive. Arnav is the CEO of AS Industries and secretly rules the underworld with an iron fist. Cold-hearted and emotionally detached, he lives in shadows, hiding pain beneath power. When Aakriti slapped him during an unexpected encounter, she unknowingly woke the storm inside him. Driven by revenge and haunted by a forgotten past, Arnav forcefully marries her-to punish, possess, and control. But destiny has its own plans... because Aakriti reminds him of something. Of someone. And for the first time, his frozen heart begins to tremble. But is it love... or obsession? ~ But can two broken souls heal each other... or will love get lost between revenge and redemption? Will fate bring them closer-or will their pasts tear them apart forever? ~ Dive into a story of intense emotions, slow-burn romance, and dark secrets where love is not a choice... it's a war. _____________________________________________

Vivaan Rajan Yaduvanshi has it all: the empire, the legacy, the heart-stopping good looks. But behind the façade of Skyline Properties' formidable CEO lies a man shattered by loss, a single father navigating grief and the relentless pressure from his powerful family to remarry. His two-year-old daughter, Mun-Mun, is his world, but even she can't mend the wound left by his first love's tragic death.. Meera Ramchandra Desai is a paradox: brilliant, shy, and an IIM graduate with a mind for numbers that rivals any seasoned executive. She's just an intern at Skyline, yet she holds a secret burden far heavier than any balance sheet. A marriage born of necessity. A contract binding two strangers from vastly different worlds. He's grumpy, guarded, and consumed by shadows. She's quiet, intelligent, and holding onto hope. Can a convenience turn into a cure? Or will the secrets, the past, and the unyielding pressures of Vivaan's elite world shatter their fragile arrangement before a second chance at love can even begin to bloom? Dive into a slow-burn romance where hearts heal in unexpected ways, and a forced proximity might just lead to forever.

ANANYA : "I can't help but let my heart stumble for his mischievous yet innocent childlike smile." A young girl, hurt deeply by her own family, grows up to become a cold and heart broken woman. Her painful past makes her hard and unfeeling, driving her to pursue power with a heart that has long forgotten warmth. But what happens when she is forced to marry a man who is mentally a child? *********** RIHAAN : "Cinderella said that if you keep on believing, the dreams that you wish will come true." A 26 years old man child who is still unaware of the dark world around him. He is told by his mother that he will soon have a friend who will be with him as a partner. But for how long? Will she be able to give him the love and care he always wished? The heart that is devoid of any warmth, how will it handle the warmth of that childlike heart of his? Will this forced marriage bring any good in the life of the heart broken woman? Dive in to know their cute but troubled life!!