Aadya has never been in a relationship before. An extremely protective brother being the first reason and her likeness towards older men being the second. She never thought a man would come into her life and sweep her off her feet. However, God had some other plans and she became aware of it when she first saw those three men. Rowdy, handsome, killer and sexy. Some of the words which could describe them. Due to some reasons and her newly sparked feeling for the three alpha men she accepted their proposal of a marriage without much of a thought. However she was unaware that the three men had their own reason for sharing her, making her their wife. There are many secrets and fantasies waiting for her. Some of it will give her pleasure and some of it pain. But one thing was bound to happen, the pleasure will be great, so is the pain. The love will grow until its colour becomes red as blood, the lust will brew until they melt in one another. The fire of passion will burn, turning them to ashes. The ashes of love, lust, pain and desire. The love in her for the three different men will break every boundary of restrictions and she will rule their heart, mind, body and soul. However, will the love survive after knowing the truth and lies of her dear husbands ?

LADKI KE BADLE LADKI (Sister for sister ) A Deal of Fate & Vows - Exchanged vows ~~~ A wedding she never saw coming. A love she never asked for. A destiny she cannot escape. When a 20 year old Trisha Singh wakes up from a coma, she believes she's returning to the life she left behind. But the truth awaiting her is far from the one she imagined. Her brother, Kiaan Thakur, is already married-not by choice, but by force or a deal. On the other side stands Arnav Verma, 26 years old, a ruthless politician who believes in justice-his own kind of justice. As his sister, Izna Verma whom he loves more than anything in this world is now married into his enemy's family, and for him the balance must be restored. There is only one way to settle the score He demanded- "Ladki ke badle ladki" A forced wedding. A sealed fate. A life she never agreed to. Sometimes, the most unwanted bonds become the hardest to break Will Arnav and Trisha learn to embrace their destiny, or will they fight against a love they never asked for? In a tale of exchanged vows and unexpected love, can two strangers rewrite their story? Step into the world of Arnav Verma and Trisha Singh, where love is a gamble, fate is a master player, and hearts are forced to choose between the past and the unexpected future. A tale of revenge, sacrifice, and an unexpected love that defies all odds

About (Part - 2)

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.

He wasn't supposed to touch her. Yet here she was in his arms, held like she belonged there, like she had never been meant to stand anywhere else. "Put me down..." Arohi whispered, her voice trembling despite the strength she tried to hold on to. Her hands pressed lightly against his chest, a weak attempt to create distance, but his grip only tightened, not enough to hurt, just enough to remind her that he wasn't letting go. "You still think you have a choice?" His voice was calm, almost soft, but something darker lingered beneath it, something that made her breath hitch. She looked up at him, and what she saw in his eyes wasn't anger or care, it was something far more dangerous. Something that didn't ask. Something that claimed. Years ago, he had left without a word. Everyone thought it was his choice. But the truth was, he left to protect her from himself, from the way his gaze lingered too long, from the darkness inside him that whispered her name like a sin. He thought distance would bury it, that time would erase it. But obsession doesn't fade. It waits. It grows in silence. And now he was back. Standing too close, holding her too tightly, looking at her like he had already crossed a line she didn't even know existed. "I did that once," he said quietly. "Let you go." His hold tightened just slightly. "Not again." In that moment, Arohi understood something she should have realized the second he walked back into her life. He didn't come back to stay. He came back because he couldn't stay away. Because the darkness he once ran from now wanted her. Not gently. Not safely. But completely.

She met him on the worst night of her life. At a police station. Shaking. Broken. Unheard. Trisha thought monsters looked like criminals. She was wrong. Vish doesn't save people. He studies them. He dissects fear. He understands the exact moment a person begins to depend on the very thing destroying them. When their worlds collide, it isn't love at first sight. It's control. It's obsession. It's a slow tightening of invisible chains. He doesn't touch her at first. He doesn't need to. Because the most dangerous cages aren't made of iron - they're built inside the mind. And by the time Trisha realizes she's trapped, she's no longer sure she wants to escape.

[ 2 Book of Bride's Series ] She was born into privilege. He was born into power. And long before she could even say his name, she was promised to him. Priya Malhotra, the beloved sister of a powerful political family, only wanted freedom-a life away from family expectations, away from the shadows of her father's deals and her brothers' control. But her fate was sealed the moment she entered this world... when her hand was promised to Rahul Thakur, the heir of a dangerous mafia empire and her brother's best friend. To the world, Rahul is calm, respectful, loyal. To Priya, he is possessive, relentless, and terrifyingly obsessed. She wants choice. He only sees destiny. And in a world where promises are made in blood, can love ever be free?

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.

#MAFIA_SERIES 🔥 Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. __________________

#Book1 in HER series ♡•°~Healing Romance Shivika Bhardwaj made one mistake-she fell in love and got pregnant before marriage. Her family didn't forgive her... they threw her out like she never mattered. And then there's Rakshit Mahajan-an orphan who has everything money can buy... but not a single person to share his silence with. He feels deeply-pain, anger, sadness-but all he's ever shown is silence. He believed he was meant to live unloved, unseen, and alone. Two strangers. Two broken hearts. One quiet connection that changes everything. Story of second chance, unspoken love, and healing that begins in the most unexpected way. TROPES:- * Unexpected Marriage * Slow-burn * Pregnancy Before Marriage * Agegap * Second chance * Abandoned X Orphan * Classical Dancer X Businessman * Strong MMC * Happy Ending Read their story and see how healing found them.