#𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 They said grief changes people. But I remember when I looked at him, he didn't look broken. He looked awakened. Like a man who had finally found a reason to breathe again. Unfortunately, that reason was me. There's nothing loud about him. Forget raising his voice he barely speaks unless he has to. He just watches quietly, like a wolf waiting for its prey to stop running. When a man like him decides you're his, he doesn't need to say a word. He didn't have to touch me to make me feel trapped. He just had to look. And maybe that's what chains really are...not metal or rope, but the slow suffocation of being seen, claimed, and never asked if you wanted to be free. If the girl I was four years ago had seen who I am today, she would have laughed at herself, completely unaware that one day she would herself say that: Arhaan Mirza is my fate, my curse, my damnation and the chains of desire my soul refuses to break free from. ~ Arhaan X Eyana

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

Book 2 of Arranged series She stood trembling, voice barely existing as she whispered, "Every inch of my body is full of scars, Arnav. Raw pain... misery. I'm already stained. My innocence and sanity were taken from me long ago." The closeness between them made sure her broken words reached him. Arnav went still. Emotion tore across his face-rage at her suffering, grief for the girl she once was, and a love so consuming it trembled through him. He stepped closer until his body pressed fully against hers. Their faces hovered inches apart, their breaths mingling in the small, shaking space between them. "What if I told you," he whispered, voice thick, "that I'm in love with every one of those scars, butterfly? That your pain wounds me deeper than a hundred bullets? That your 'stains' only prove how fiercely you survived-like the moon, scarred but breathtaking." He leaned in, breath brushing her lips. "What if I told you you're as pure as Maa Ganga to me?" A tear slipped down her cheek. "I will disgust you eventually." He let out a soft, pained chuckle. With a fingertip beneath her chin, he lifted her face gently. "Eyes on me, butterfly." It wasn't an order-it was devotion. "Disgust?" His voice broke slightly. "Do you even understand what you are to me?" He moved closer, caging her with his warmth, grounding her shaking form. "Let me show you," he whispered, promise dark and tender. Her eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed. His voice sharpened, soft steel. "Dare you close your eyes." She opened them instantly. Their noses brushed-fleeting, electric. "Watch me worship you," he breathed. "Watch me devour you like the elixir you are. Watch me treasure you like the rarest artifact in existence." His gaze dipped to her lips. "May I?" She nodded, trembling. He didn't move. "Words, sunshine." "Yes," she breathed. A slow, dark smirk pulled at his lips-relief, hunger, devotion all woven into one expression. "Now see what you mean to me." Then Arnav kissed her.

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

" 𝑫𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒋𝒂.. 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒏 " 𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘺 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘦 𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘷𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘩𝘪 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘤𝘩𝘶𝘱 𝘯𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘵𝘪 𝘦𝘬 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘷𝘰 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘨𝘩𝘢𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘦 two souls, stitched together by chaos- not by choice, not by fate... but by ruin. one was addicted to forgetting, the other was terrified of being remembered. both prayed... but not for each other. one asked for a love worth dying for, the other begged for a love that wouldn't destroy them. ironic, isn't it? because when they met- it didn't feel like peace. it felt like falling... slowly, violently, beautifully. healing was never the plan. they became each other's poison, each other's obsession, each other's home. and maybe that's what love was for them- not soft, not safe... but something that ruins you so perfectly, you never want to be saved.

She stepped into the marriage under a veil- knowing the man waiting for her was her family's sworn enemy. Two opposites, different dreams, where one is stuck on revenge while other desires freedom. Raised on hatred, bound by vows, and trapped between loyalty and desire, they were never meant to fall in love. But fate doesn't ask for permission. As truths surface and lines blur, hate turns into longing, and an unwanted marriage becomes the most dangerous thing of all-love. Because some unions are mistakes... until they aren't.

𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑻𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 Nayantara Singh, a strong-willed corporate lawyer, has a past she can't escape, a past that continues to haunt her even as she steps into an engagement with Ishaan Shekhawat, the successful and determined CEO of Nirvana Groups. Torn between guilt and desire, Ishaan's love for Nayantara remains unwavering. Even as betrayal and chaos consume their world, their passion ignites in a storm of emotions, leaving them both craving more. Will love survive the veils of temptation and deceit, or will it be shattered forever? TROPES ✨ ╰┈➤ Second-chance romance ╰┈➤ Protective Hero ╰┈➤ Guilty Heroine ╰┈➤ Miscommunication ╰┈➤ Healing love ╰┈➤ Opposites attract ╰┈➤ Unlikely Redemption ╰┈➤ Protective Family

#Top 2 in India (10/9/26) #Top 3 in India (14/6/26) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑭𝒐𝒖𝒓 Isha was never meant to love. Broken, scarred, and trapped in the echoes of a past that refused to let go, she knew better than to trust-especially a man. Raghav never believed in love at first sight-until the day he saw her. The girl who hid behind shadows, who flinched at his presence, who begged him to stay away. Still, his heart refused to listen. In a world where silence spoke louder than words, could love ever to bridge the distance between a man who wanted to protect and a woman too afraid to be touched?