Two women chasing peace. Two men willing to burn the world for them. Between justice and obsession, love finds its way. Each heart in this story breaks the rules. Each one... an Illegal Heart.

BOOK ONE OF THE SWEET AND SOUR SERIES Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she found solace in her studies and books. Now at 25, Vanya stands at a crossroads when her mother asks her to settle down. For someone who has lost faith in love over the past few decades, marriage for Vanya was a needle lost in a stack of hay and so was allowing her mother to choose her a life partner. Taking matters into her own hands, Vanya decided a contract marriage would be the best thing to escape from the inevitable chaos. Enters Mahir Oberoi, 30 the CEO of an advertising agency. With beliefs as strong as a mountain and desires as dark as night, Mahir was always ready for whatever life meant to throw at him. But not this time. He wasn't ready for the sudden threat to his position, the prospect of marriage or the five-foot-two brunette that came slamming into him along with it. With the only thing common between the two being their passion for work, Vanya and Mahir found themselves at odds. But, as the saying goes, reality is fleeting. Amidst the sudden wedding and passionate bickering, Vanya and Mahir soon realised, that the beliefs they had all this time were wrong and the reality of it all was all too sweet since the beginning. Tied together into a marriage of convenience, read as how they turn their bitter everything into sweet nothings. ◦°•✩•°◦

BOOK 2 OF THE UNEXPECTED SERIES. CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE. What's more twisted than love? A game of revenge. Yashvi has spent her life haunted by the past, ripped away from her family at a young age and forced to endure hardships no child should face. Now, she wants payback. And she won't stop until she destroys the family responsible for her suffering. But there's one obstacle standing in her way-Himanshu. As the heir to the empire she wants to ruin, he unknowingly hires her as his personal assistant. When he discovers her true intentions, he does the only thing that makes sense-he traps her in a game of his own. A contract. A fake engagement. A dangerous plan that keeps his enemy closer than ever. But when hate turns into passion and their undeniable attraction threatens to burn them both, the question remains-who will come out victorious? Because in this game, only one of them can win... or they'll both end up losing. -------- Tropes: •Fake Engagement •Office Romance •Enemies with Benefits •Hate to Love •Forced Proximity •Red Flag x Red Flag •Mild BDSM -------- 1 in #haters 1 in #haterelationship 1 in #royalstory Hope you enjoy the story <3. 🎀 __________

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒎 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎. ─────.✦ 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. .✦ ───── 𝘼𝙗𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙮 𝙍𝙖𝙞𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙, a 29 year old, successful man, who belongs to the royal family. A Royal heir. A man of few words, who carries authority and power. Stoic, aloof, cold and always calm. A man known for his calculative steps and focused mind. Living to fulfill his duties, responsibilities and obligations. 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙖 𝙍𝙖𝙟𝙥𝙪𝙩, a 25 year old, dedicated doctor, specialising in gynecology. A beautiful, fierce and hardworking woman, driven by the desire to prove her worth in every step of life. Behind the polite smile, she is just an anxious soul, haunted by the past and guilt. Covered by her confidence, no one could see the sadness and anger beneath. A loss, that the world never let her recover. --- For Aarna, marriage and love was a distant thought, she never imagined herself in getting one. However fate plays a twisted game, where little did she knew, that her life would turn upside down, becoming an backup plan in someone's life. Getting into a marriage just on paper, a planned arrangement without any emotional meaning with a man she barely knew, Abhimay Raichand. ── .✦ "You think I asked for this marriage?" she snapped, her voice trembling, "I didn't ask for any of this, Abhimay!" "Neither did I." 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬- 𝐨𝐫..... 𝒔𝒐 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔?

"Mai ussey kitni bhi nafrat kyu na kar lu, lekin yeh aap bhi jaante hain aur mai bhi... woh ladki 'Ishan Oberoi' ki jaan hai." . 'Ishan Oberoi' - The name that echoes success, power, and resilience. A rising billionaire who carved his empire with his own hands, refusing to ride on his father's wealth. Yet, he never turned his back on his responsibilities as a son. Balancing his self-made company and assisting his elder brother in managing the family empire, Ishan is the epitome of knowledge, patience, and mindfulness. The most eligible bachelor in the city, he is revered for his ability to master his emotions. But this mastery came from a betrayal so deep it still feels like a knife twisting in his heart. He declares himself "allergic to love" and swears he hates her. But can he truly? ____________________________ "Likhu toh tujhe shaam likhu, shayad iss janam humara saath nahi, lekin phir bhi apne hisse tere dard tamaam likhu." . 'Aadhriti Khanna', - A CEO of grace and determination, she runs her company with precision, trailed by the shadows of her past, compelling her to live behind a curtain of secrecy. Once a bold, sassy, and vivacious woman, Aadhriti now embodies maturity, kindness, and introversion. Her world revolves around two priorities-her family and her self-respect. Her beauty and charm captivate everyone, but her radiant smile masks an ocean of pain. She once loved Ishan deeply, being his confidante, his heart. But after the wounds of the past, she questions whether she can ever reclaim her place in his life. Can she ? Ever..!! _________________________________________ Fate plays its hand and binds Ishan and Aadhriti in an arranged marriage once again. Two hearts that once beat as one are now divided by pain, betrayal, and years of separation. Can love ever bloom amidst the scars of the past?

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "You have no right over me" I throw the words laced with venom towards him. "I. own. you. blame me for all I care but you will be Mrs. Kabir Malhaan" the rage and ruthlessness emanating from the monster in front of me has made me weak on my legs. My breath hitched in answer "A gun on my waist. is that how you propose?" I don't back away. A shiver trailed the cold kiss of the barrel as he dragged it slowly from my waist to my navel, then up gliding over my skin with cruel leisure until it nestled between my breasts, aimed straight at my heart. "No. It's a promise of where you belong. You belong in my goddamn empire, not beside me, but 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 it. Because you're the reason I breathe. I breathed you, Roop." And just like that, with his words toying with my emotions. He bent lower and planted a kiss so gentle that it did not match his depravity. - 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧. The sort of man who'd auction the last remnants of your soul to Satan himself just to watch it burn pretty. A man who smiles as the world collapses at his feet, who'd trace devotion in blood and call it love. Because monsters like him don't ask for worship they become the sin you wish to follow. 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩. born with the whitest morals stitched into her soul, like armor. A girl who takes nothing for granted, who counts blessings like stars and carries her kindness like a quiet rebellion. In her world she worships chaos. When her path crosses with an heir apparent of a mafia syndicate. She loses more than just her freedom of will. It's the question of who will win the silent war.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.