Book - 1 (Best friends series) Aditya x Meera 🎀 Meet Mr. Aditya Singhania India's most feared mafia king. Ruthless and merciless. He's the enigmatic diamond tycoon, commands attention wherever he goes. His chiseled jawline, piercing brown eyes and a cold, calculating demeanor mask his true identity. Aditya rules his shadowy empire with a iron fist. And there's Meera Sharma a short tempered and loving girl. Who want to live her life like all freedom. But, His Obsession is a wildfire, fierce and all consuming. In a world where power bent to his will, she is the one thing he cannot control, and that it drives him mad. Her laughter haunted his sleepless nights, her defiance ignites a dangerous hunger in his veins. He craves her like a man craves air, and no amount of chaos, bloodshed, or war can extinguish his need. His world was built on fear and respect, but for her, he is willing to burn kingdoms to ash. She is his addiction, his salvation, and his madness all wrapped in the one thing he was willing to ruin himself for.

Mishti Mishti is a girl who never knew love. Her father cursed her with the title of a bad omen when her mother died giving birth to her. She silently endures the cruelty of a stepmother who never shows her any affection. Her only dream, her only passion - dance - was crushed the day she was forced into marriage with a man twice her age. For two years, she suffered his abuse until fate took him away in an accident. But instead of freedom, she faced blame. Her in-laws threw her out, treating her like she was nothing. Her soul carries scars that run too deep to fade. Her eyes bear the burden of countless betrayals. Yet, even after losing everything, she still searches for light - for a love that could heal her broken heart. Prithvi Dev Thakur Prithvi Dev Thakur is a man who rules with absolute power - the most feared and respected figure in Rajasthan. He is ruthless in his ways, intolerant of lies, and possesses unshakable discipline. His hands have built an empire, but they also carry the weight of his darkest secret - the day he killed his own father. It is a truth he never speaks of. Behind his cold, perfect mask lies a lonely soul burdened by guilt and unfulfilled longing. He has never disrespected women but has also never allowed one to come close enough to touch his heart. Prithvi is a perfectionist, a protector, but secretly... just a man yearning for love, peace, and escape from the darkness that consumes him. Two Broken Souls, One Fate Destiny brings them together - two wounded hearts seeking comfort in one another. Mishti sees the man behind the mask, the pain behind his power, and offers him a love he never believed he deserved. In return, Prithvi gives her the strength to stand tall, fight back, and dream once more. She mends his wounds while he becomes her shield. But will love be enough to survive in a world that only knows how to break them? Or will their pasts return to inflict cruelty once again?

Set in the 1980s, in a village where traditions hold more power than dreams. Tara-a young woman trapped by societal expectations, burdened by rejection, and scarred by loss. With nowhere left to turn, she finds herself at the edge of despair, questioning if there's anything left to fight for. Then there's Dhruv-a man who refuses to accept the world's injustices as fate. Practical yet defiant, he challenges the very beliefs that have kept Tara caged. When their paths collide on a fateful night, neither of them realizes that this meeting will change their lives forever. This is their story-a tale of love, defiance, and the struggle to break free from a society that refuses to change. But in a world where rules are set in stone, can love truly rewrite destiny? ☆ Warning - This story explores themes that may be sensitive or uncomfortable for some readers. It is entirely fictional and based on my imagination. Given its setting in the 1980s, in a rural village, certain events may reflect harsh societal realities. Reader discretion is advised.

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

Dhara was an orphan who's always lived a life craving to know, how it would have been if her mother was alive. If she had a normal family like her other friends. Although she had one already. Rab Di Mehr- The Orphanage had given her a loving father like Daarji and a lot of brothers and sisters but she still wondered how it would be growing up in a normal household. Her dreams turned into reality as she was finally betrothed to marry the most popular Chakraborty in town. But is life always that simple or there are mysteries hidden behind the dark walls of the Chakraborty household? What about the mysterious backdrop of the Chakraborty Mansion? And the Puraani Baadi??? She didn't choose this...She was THRONED by the destiny...

Vashista , a 21 year old who finished 12th class, since then she is restricted to home and responsibilities. A very warm kind hearted woman. Devaraj, a 27 year old man who works in fileds and lives on his own as he doesn't have parents but a very stoic and cold hearted person but beneath all that he craves for love and affection. When Vashista and Devaraj gets married will they find love and be happy? Will vashista manage to make her way into Devaraj's heart? Will love ever bloom in their lifes? Dive into to know more!

✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎⁎ She is shy He is outspoken She is clumsy He is graceful She is innocent He is cunning She is broken He is perfect or is he? . . . . JIVIKA RAO A widow from a small village in Maharashtra. She lives with her grandmother and aunt as her in-laws don't want to keep her after her husband's death. She has lost her parents at a very young age as a result she is deprived of many things. She works day and night to fend for her family but in response, she only gets insults and beatings. She doesn't know what it is like to have a loving family. SHIVANSH SINGH RATHORE The king of the Rajput Clan in Rajasthan. He is also the CEO of the Billion dollar company 'Rajput & Sons' which is his family business. He is known as the 'Tiger' of the business world as well as the underworld because of his ability to hunt down his opponent without any mercy. Although he is scary for everyone but for his family, he is a responsible and loveable person. Two completely different personalities yet faith will make them come together. Join the journey of Jivika and Shivansh where they will learn the beauty of love and passion. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫

𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ✰─── ✻✻─-─✰ Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounded soul, turning your desire for escape into a haunting reality of confinement. ❆ In his darkened soul, her presence is an unwelcome light, yet now a haunting solace. Obsession ignites within him, a consuming flame so fierce he'd set the world ablaze, all for the chance to possess her completely, nothing matters to him not even her consent. ✴✼✴ "I hate you." she whispered Her defiance, though faint, cut through the heavy air, a final stand against the man who had just bound her life to his with twisted vows. Ekaksh heard it, but his expression remained unmoved, his obsession too deep, too dark, to be shaken by her hatred. Without hesitation, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her lifeless form as he walked toward the car. To the world, she was now his wife To her, he was nothing less than her captor. _____________ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? _________________________________________

𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗱 𝘁𝗼𝗼 𝗮𝗳𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗽. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗱-𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 2 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗆-𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉 𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋𝗌 𝖼𝗈𝗎𝗅𝖽 𝗍𝗎𝗋𝗇 𝗀𝗈𝖽𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝗈 𝗆𝗈𝗇𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋𝗌. 𝖲𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗉𝗉𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖧𝖾 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝖺𝗐 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖭𝖺𝗇𝖽𝗂𝗇𝗂 𝖻𝖾𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗈 𝖲𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖺𝖺𝗒 𝗅𝗈𝗇𝗀 𝖻𝖾𝖿𝗈𝗋𝖾 𝗁𝖾 𝗇𝗈𝗍𝗂𝖼𝖾𝖽. 𝖠 𝗉𝗋𝗂𝗇𝖼𝖾𝗌𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗈𝗍𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝖾𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖽 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇. 𝖠 𝗌𝗁𝖺𝖽𝗈𝗐 𝗂𝗇 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗆. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗐𝗁𝖾𝗇 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗅𝗄𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗐𝖺𝗒, 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇'𝗍 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗅𝖾𝖺𝗏𝖾-𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝖺𝗅𝗅𝖾𝗇𝗀𝖾𝖽 𝗁𝗂𝗆. 𝖠𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾. 𝖡𝖾𝖼𝖺𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗇𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝖺𝗅. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗒. 𝖨𝗍 𝗐𝖺𝗌 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗋𝗎𝗂𝗇.

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?