He bought her hate with a thousand crores. He kept her heart with a gun to her throat and a ring on her finger. Avni Luthra swore she would destroy Riyansh Singhania, the ruthless king of Delhi's underworld-tinted empire, the man who stole the Yamuna riverfront project and crushed her family's legacy beneath his Italian leather shoes. Riyansh Singhania only wanted one thing more than that land: Her. On her knees. Calling him Daddy while she cried his name. When blackmail forces Avni into a marriage forged in vengeance and signed in blood, she thinks she's walking into a cage. She doesn't realize the devil already carved her name into his soul. He is obsession in a three-piece suit. She is wildfire in red lipstick and six-inch heels. Every fight ends with her back against marble and his hand around her throat. Every "I hate you" tastes like "harder, Daddy" on her lips. He will burn cities to keep her. She will burn him right back... until the flames feel like home. A dark, delicious, unapologetically filthy enemies-to-lovers romance set in the glittering, ruthless world of Delhi's billionaire underworld. Possessive anti-hero. Age gap. Forced marriage. Daddy kink. Punishment sex. Touch-her-and-die energy. This is not love. This is ruin. And they're both addicted to the fall. HIS TO RUIN - A Singhania man doesn't fall in love. He takes. And Riyansh Singhania just took everything.

⚠️ TW : contains violence

ye story ek mute wife aur ek heartless husband ki hai.. . . . baki sab aap story mein aage padhlo👀 isme thoda romance hai toh aap apne risk pr dekhiye yeh ek hindi story haiii .

Book 1 in Political Series A book describing a desi story plotted with Haryanavi touch with a mix of many average but sweet love stories in there. Not your typical politician and mafia leader along with being a C.E.O *huff* too many roles in one packet. A full time Politician who had politics running in his blood at a different level of pace. 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒓𝒂𝒋 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚 :- A leading politician from Haryana (India) whose whole life revolves around only three points.....Politics...Power...and Brotherhood. But what if someone special enters in it and make our Mr. MLA forget all these. Not your typical shy, pretty, rich or all rounder Female of a story. 𝑨𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒐 :- A real middle class girl and a student who knows there is nothing called Prince Charming in this sh!tty world and believes to have a bad fate like her mother and aunts in her family when it comes to marriage. But what if someone makes her realise that yes there are men like those stories, not that 100% perfect but still enough fictional to make you fall in love with? Student × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my first story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language.

The story is set in ummm.. Wait, this time it's the modern world. A normal girl forced to marry a mafia man with dark past. Very basic, right? Just one detail. The girl is an avid dark romance reader and calls him Sunshine from their first meeting i.e. their wedding day. Oh! And the man? He is the usual grumpy cold blooded male lead who likes his guns, sunglasses and cigarettes but he loves his new addiction more. So let the tale begin.. ☆Warning :This story is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence etc). I do not promote anything, it's all fictitious and just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.

"I married a devil in designer suits. He set rules I refused to follow. Now I make the rules - and he follows them like a lovesick villain." Arranged marriage. Cold CEO. Joint family chaos. She's soft outside, savage inside. He's fire wrapped in ice. But when exes return and jealousy hits, love turns into war. Welcome to Mrs. Rajput's Rules. And rule no. 1? Never touch what's mine. "She is mine and if anybody dares to come near her I will destroy the world for her"

This book is the sequel to 'Prisha: The Devil's Solace'. I suggest you read that book first, and then continue with 'Prisha: The Devil's Claim'." _________ She stared at him with trembling eyes, her vision blurred by unshed tears. He was hers-her Rudhransh, her devil, her monster husband. Once, he had belonged only to her. But everything had changed three years ago. Now, he loathed her, despised her with a fury that left scars deeper than any blade. And to hurt her, to shatter whatever was left of her soul, he was doing the unthinkable. He was marrying someone else. He was becoming someone else. The room swam around her as she watched him fill another woman's hairline with vermillion, his fingers steady, his expression indifferent. The mangalsutra lay against her throat like a verdict, final and merciless. Her heart twisted violently inside her chest, every beat sending cracks through her already fragile existence. She took a step back-then another-as the cruel reality crashed down on her, suffocating her completely. Gone. He was gone. The last hope she had nurtured for six years-the hope that one day, somehow, he would be hers again-had just been crushed beneath the weight of his betrayal. Her steps faltered. Her vision darkened. Before she could process the whirlwind of agony ripping through her, she felt herself falling-plummeting into nothingness. Then-darkness. Cold. Silent. Suffocating. A shiver ran down her spine as the eerie quiet wrapped around her like chains, holding her captive. And then-his voice. Deep. Laced with something dangerous. "What will I do with you, dewdrop?" Her breath hitched. No. No. It wasn't possible. Her fingers curled against the unforgiving floor beneath her as realization struck with brutal force. "Is Rudhransh here with her? Or is she just dreaming with her eyes open?" And who is on mandap

"Jab duniya se haar jao tab Ghar laut sakte hai, par jab ghar se haar jaaye tab kaha laute." ~ Vyomika Singhania "Jindagi bina family ke berang si hai.... Saare rang hi to unse hai." "Life is all about family and friends." ~ Shreyansh Malhotra She was born into betrayal. He was raised in belonging. She walked through fire with silence in her eyes. He carried sunshine in his laughter. One didn't know what peace felt like. The other was peace-until she became the peace in his chaos. She never believed in love. He never needed it. And yet, when their worlds collided, everything began to crumble... beautifully. This is not a tale of soulmates who found each other. It's a tale of two broken pieces that fit together-not because they were perfect, but because they chose to be. Vyomika, a woman carved by betrayal and loss, doesn't seek love-she seeks justice, vengeance, and answers. Shreyansh, the man who had everything-family, warmth, smiles-never expected to lose his calm to someone like her. But destiny doesn't knock. It storms in. In a world where blood ties lie and chosen families heal, this is a story of fierce loyalty, unexpected love, and silent strength. Of a woman who rose from ashes... and a man who learned to burn quietly beside her. Because sometimes, the people who ruin us... aren't the ones we fight. They're the ones we trusted. And sometimes, the ones who save us... Are strangers who never asked for a place in our story, But wrote themselves in anyway.

I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.

~𝑪𝒉𝒉𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊, 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒆 𝒏𝒂 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝑱𝒐 𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒖𝒅 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒂 𝒌𝒂~ She stepped back as he advanced, her spine hitting the wall. "𝐘-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭... 𝐰-𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨-" He leaned in, palm flat beside her head, his breath brushing her skin. "𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐢 𝐳𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢... 𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧?" Her chest tightened, breath uneven. "𝐏-𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞..." His fingers grazed her waist, slow and deliberate. "𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞... 𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢" And her breath- Gone. . . . . 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐗 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚