𝓐𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 "He didn't touch me on our wedding night-not even a glance that felt like a beginning. I told myself I wouldn't fall. That I wouldn't love a man who kept the door to his heart bolted shut. But I did. In the way he said my name when he was tired. In the way he protected me without admitting it. I fell for a man who didn't want a wife. And every day, I wondered if being his wasn't enough to be his." ~ "I married her, not for love-but for peace. I told myself she was just a name on paper, not someone who'd turn my world upside down. I was cold, distant. Maybe even cruel. But she stayed. She smiled when I didn't deserve it. She made a stranger's house feel like something I wanted to come home to. And without warning-I fell. Now I can't look at her without wondering how I ever thought I could live untouched by her love." Under editing

BOOK 2 OF THE UNEXPECTED SERIES 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 Hope you enjoy the story <3. 🎀 __________

[#1 ~ The Rajvansh Family] "You don't have a wife?" Adi asked innocently, his words cutting through the air, causing the entire table to fall into a stunned silence. She shot her son a glare, silently warning him to be quiet with just a look. He paused, then replied, "I don't," as his family exchanged surprised glances, clearly expecting him to snap or react harshly to the kid. "My mumma doesn't have a husband, either," the little boy continued, as though he had just solved the most difficult puzzle in the world. "I know," he responded, his usually cold demeanor softening into a surprising smile as he looked down at the child. "Then why don't you marry each other?" Adi grinned, as if it were the simplest idea in the world. The whole room filled the room with stunned silence, by his innocent proposal. 🕊️ 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗕𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗮 returns to her childhood city, seeking a fresh start after a painful divorce, determined to build a better life for her four-year-old son. The last thing she expects is to be drawn to Vihaan-her late cousin's husband. He wants nothing to do with her... but everything to do with her son. 𝗩𝗶𝗵𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗥𝗮𝗷𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 had everything-love, happiness, and a future he cherished-until the day it all shattered before his eyes. In a single, cruel moment, he lost the woman he loved more than life itself, along with their unborn child. He thought he was doomed to a lifetime of emptiness, unaware that fate had other plans-ones that would entangle him in a web of forbidden emotions and an undeniable, reckless desire.

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

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 can 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?

'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? . "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." __________________________ '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..!! . "Likhu toh tujhe shaam likhu, shayad iss janam mein tera saath nahi, lekin apne hisse mei tere saare dard tamaam likhu." _________________________ 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.

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*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

"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.