"How dare you!!!" She screamed And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing with or how easily he could destroy her. His lips curled into a dark smirk. Without a word, he fired his gun into the air and barked, "Start preparing for the goddamn wedding." Before she could even process what was happening, he hoisted her over his shoulder and stormed straight to the mandap set up for her cousin's wedding. Slamming her down, he hissed, "That slap just made you my wife." In one brutal motion, he filled her hairline with sindoor, sealing her fate in the most explosive way possible. Her life was no longer her own-𝘐𝘵 𝘞𝘢𝘴 𝘏𝘪𝘴. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

Book 3 in the Rekindled Series ♡ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ━━━━⊱༒︎𝓞𝓯𝓯𝓲𝓬𝓮 𝓡𝓸𝓶𝓪𝓷𝓬𝓮 ༒︎⊰━━━━ ⋆⁺₊⋆ Rishi - Lover boy, who never took a relationship seriously. Then she came as a PA, then he pulled her into a contract Marriage to escape from his family, she stepped and showed him the different world. Shruthi - the elder daughter of her family, with lots of struggle. Accepted the offer of contract marriage thinking with the money she gets she can look after her family but... The contract tied up forever which she didn't want to escape. ♡ What happens when a soft chatterbox bubbly girl craved for a hard touch? A dark romance life with her contract husband? ♡ Start on: 11.11.2025

Indian Army Romance 🤍 4 girls and 4 boys accidentally meeting at exam centre? Training together in academy and facing life's up and downs together. From highschool to each other forever. In the name of memories, they all are a bundle or chaos with discipline. "Mujhe bohot zor se 26 January aari hai" He whispered running in slow pace, early in the morning, the sun hasn't rised yet but they are already in their routine. "Jaake washroom mein hag, yaha mood kharab mat kar" She mumbled and moved forward with her usual pace while others tried best to hold back their chuckle. ---- If you love army romance then this one is for you✨🤍

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

This is Phase 4. The first three phases are posted on my Instagram account; you can read them from there. My Instagram account:- author._.sree This is a Multicouple book❣️ With troupes:- •Mafia King x Criminal Lawyer •Don Businessman x IRS Officer • Mobster x Model • Mafia girl x Brother's Bodyguard •IAF captain x Wattpad Author •Single father x Air Hostess

Heart series 3

In a world where duty is sacred, and uniforms carry both pride and burden, Eight lives cross paths on an Air Force base where destiny writes its own orders. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Anay Awasthi X Sharanya Bhatt Ruhan Sehgal X Saanvi chatterjee Neil khurana X Anika Sharma Ved chatterjee X Dhriti Arya ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ Eight hearts Eight uniforms. Four stories stitched together by courage, sacrifice, and a love that is both forbidden and fated. Here, amidst roaring jets, classified missions, silent codes, and sleepless nights- they learn that some wars are fought on borders, but the hardest ones are fought inside the heart. This is a story of love that defies fear. Love that survives distance. Love that blooms between orders. Love that chooses, even when the world says it shouldn't. This is not just romance. This is devotion, duty, vulnerability and the kind of love that asks for everything but gives back even more. Welcome to Love Beyond Orders - where hearts salute, destiny intervenes, and love... always finds its way home.

The fire moth revolves around the burning flame unaware that it is the same fire that will burn it down. Two people who are still finding out their ways in life, but what if love finds them before that? Despite the differences, they come together, sometimes fighting each other and sometimes fixing each other. Two people who come from different walks of life to walking one together along with the flow of life. He didn't know how to fight the everyday challenges of life because he never had to face any but learns it anyhow for her. She didn't know how to receive love but received it anyhow when it came from him. He's not the one to listen to anyone but sits there for hours to hear her talk. When life decides to make you mature in its own ways and love decides to write its own fate, they can't help but become a parvaana for each other, fighting passionately to win in this game of love whilst exploring who they are and who they have become. A story of two people who are classes apart but has the same heart, a story of sacrificing oneself in love, Parvaane Rang: The Passion of Love. Because when it is the matter of love, even the moth is willing to fight the flames.

The story where that person will make you fall with them ✨💗. The story of that boy how he make her fall in love. The story of that person how she will make her realise her self worth✨ The story of that friendship in which every limit will be crossed 🤞🏻. He is the ruler of his own world she is born as Princess but she is the Queen of her family 💓. He is known as cold, rude, grumpy, possessive and workaholic person where she is known as cryptic, angry bird, sensible, protective person. He is helpless in front of his love she don't trust a man. will there be anything between them? will they be able to overcome their past or will get chain in them? will she be able to overcome her trust issue?

Complicated. That's the only word powerful enough to describe the legendary Rathore Royal Family of Marwar-where crowns are heavy, hearts are heavier, and love is the most dangerous battlefield of all. Three brothers. Three marriages. And a web of emotions that threatens to destroy the very empire they rule. Abhimaan Pratap Singh Rathore-the ruthless king, the cold-hearted CEO, the man who rules an empire but guards his heart behind unbreakable walls. Two years into marriage, he remains untouched by love, leaving his queen Aadiya of Mewar-the proud eldest daughter-in-law-fighting a lonely battle for a place in her husband's frozen heart. Abhimanyu Pratap Singh Rathore-the loyal second son, bound by duty and gratitude to his elder brother. Married to Naina, a woman who once believed her destiny was tied to the wrong brother. Trapped between marriage vows and forbidden feelings, Naina's heart harbors a love she was never meant to have. And then there is Rudraveer Pratap Singh Rathore-the youngest prince, reckless, protected, and unapologetically rebellious. When duty demanded a royal bride, he chose love instead-marrying Samaira, a servant's daughter, shaking the very foundation of Rathore royalty and igniting whispers, rebellion, and scandal across kingdoms. In a world where power outweighs emotions, where love is forbidden, and loyalty is tested at every turn- how long before hearts rebel against crowns? Welcome to the Rathores- where every relationship is a war, every marriage hides a secret, and love may just be the downfall of royalty itself.