" Don't expect from me to love you or accept you as my wife" Revansh Singh Raj The CEO of Raj enterprises and one of the richest person in the country, has a rude, dominant and arrogant personality, always wants everything to be perfect, married the girl who he thought also craved for his fame and money, but when he got to know about real her he became dangerously obsessed psycho for her. "I just married you for the sake of my dad, you have no right to treat me as a shit" Ahanshi verma The sweet bubbly girl working as a employee in Raj enterprises was unknown of her fate getting engaged with her boss, She being the princess of her family got the worst treatment by her husband, married him for the sake of her family, her personality changed causing her to become cold and rude. Dig in the story of two opposite personality who hate eachother, will they fall for each other or they will separate forever!?

Losing all of their hope in love is not an easy task. It takes blow after blow on your beliefs to lose it all. But what if someone hasn't even experienced love before? Would they still have even a tiny bit of hope in love? Well, at least Shreya Roy doesn't have any. But, even with no hope in love she still tries to live her life to the fullest and stay as happy as possible. But what will happen when life makes her cross paths with someone who will change everything in her life, and I mean everything? Viraaj Singh Shekhawat is a name enough to make the people around him shiver, a person who is cold, distant, and unlovable according to everyone. But he's not mean. His family is everything for him. Will these two equally fucked-up souls be able to find solace in each other? Will they be able to become each other's LAST SOLACE? To know about it, HAPPY READING ;) ;)

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 "𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐝" 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. ••••• "Look into my eyes and tell me you don't love me," he challenged. "I don't love you," I declare. He smiled at me, though his expression was tinged with pain, tears pooling in the depths of his eyes. "I knew it, you still love me so much." I was rendered speechless by his declaration, my efforts to conceal my emotions proving futile as he effortlessly deciphered the truth written in my eyes. "Say it, just once, that you love me, my Sweetheart. Just once, please," he pleaded. I finally surrendered, tears misting my own eyes as all rational thoughts scattered, "I love you. I never stopped loving you." "And I love you infinitely more," he declared, leaning closer towards my lips. I placed a trembling hand over his mouth, halting him in his tracks, and shook my head slowly. "We can't. It's wrong. We can't betray our partners." *** Two hearts, torn apart by the cruel hand of fate, find themselves face to face after 4 long years. Once college sweethearts, they have now transformed into business partners. People have come and gone, circumstances have shifted, choices have been made, and personalities have evolved. But, one thing remains unchanged: their undying love for each other, that consumes them day and night to finally claim each other as their own. However, the path ahead is far from simple. Bound by commitments, every move feels like a forbidden dance. Will they muster the strength to resist their burning desire or succumb to the long lost desire for each other?

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

"I don't want to become the kind of Adwait who would rip every single skin cell off any man who dares to have even the faintest touch upon your skin," He placed a soft, lingering kiss on her earlobe. Nitya's heart raced in response to his words. She turned to look into his eyes, searching for any sign of playfulness, but all she found was an unwavering intensity that confirmed he was entirely serious. "And I know, deep down, you wouldn't want me to become that person. Am I right, my Sweetheart?" She nodded her head lightly. "Words, my love, I want to hear your voice," he implored, his cheek brushing tenderly against hers. "Yes," she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper, as he pressed a tender kiss upon her jawline. *** Two strangers met by chance on a sprawling university campus, and fate decided to play its hand, pulling them together through a series of twists and turns. As their love grew, so did the challenges, with societal barriers and complications threatening to tear them apart. They navigated their relationship with tears and heartache, fighting desperately to keep their bond strong. Will their love survive the rough patches? Will they find the strength to overcome every obstacle, or will they give up in the face of defeat?

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

"Mujhe jhelna mushkil hai, Nader," she said with a smile while her gaze was fixed on the table. ("It's difficult to tolerate me, Nader") "Main jhel lunga," I replied. ("I'll manage") She looked up towards me, then continued. "Mai khubsurat nahi hoon," she said. ("I'm not beautiful") "Mere liye behad khubsurat ho," I replied ("You're incredibly beautiful, for me") "Mujhe bahut jaldi gussa aata hai," she said. ("I get angry very quickly") "Mai seh lunga," I replied, looking at her. ("I'll endure it") "Mujhe bahut jaldi rona aa jata hai", she said. ("I cry very quickly") "Main apna kanda deh dunga, aap apna sar rakkhe ro lena", I replied. ( " I'll give you my shoulders, to cry freely keeping your head on it") "Mai choti choti baat mein, naraaz ho jaati hoon", She said. ("I get upset over little things,") "Mai manalunga," I said. ("I'll convince you,") "Mere haath seh chize tuth jaati hai", she said. ("Things break from my hands") "Mai naye la dunga", I replied. ("I'll replace them") "Mujhe aapse mohabbat hogayi hai, Nader", she said. ("I have fallen in love with you, Nader") "I-" Usne nazre niche jhukali. Get ready to be swept away by 'Heartstrings,' where the tangled web of relationships is spun with threads of forbidden love, enemies-to-lovers, love at first sight, and a captivating love triangle. Join me on this rollercoaster of love, betrayal, and redemption that will tug at your heartstrings until the very last page."

Warning: Cutest rom-com ahead. The male lead is a dangerously charming, narcissistic kamina you will ever find. Reader discretion advised. Prem Khatri, the quintessential berozgar (unemployed), juggles two main occupations- a part-time job searching for real employment and a full-time job enduring his parents' incessant taunts. Money is his obsession. He worships money, dreams of money, and lives for money. Unfortunately for him, money despises him and always stays out of reach. Prem knows there are two ways to earn money- through hard work or by being a money-digger. Naturally, he opts for the latter. Why? Because it's easier and he's smart as fuck. So, when a wealthy lady suddenly crashes into his life like a storm, he does what any self-respecting money-digger would do. He wife her up. But soon, Prem realizes that along with money issues, he now has Biwi issues too. As if that weren't enough to make his life hell, he also has to deal with a miniature version of his wife, a little girl he despises to the core but who has him wrapped around her little finger, much to his dismay. Embark on the rollercoaster journey of Prem Khatri- the opportunistic money digger; Radhika Arora- the formidable boss; and Pari Arora- the mischievous little troublemaker. ***

My whole life is 'have to.' I have to work full-time to pay the bills and keep food on the table. I have to finish college for a chance at a better job, no matter how long it takes. I have to manage my mom's sobriety so I can keep her out of jail. I have to keep a smile on my face, so no one knows how hard it's been. Now, I have to ignore the curious feelings that flutter in my chest whenever my devastatingly handsome new English professor, Fitzwilliam Benedict, is nearby. Of course, that's kind of impossible because I have to face his storm-tossed eyes and broad shoulders in class every other evening if I want to graduate with my perfect grade-point intact. And it's getting harder to ignore the way his thoughtful gaze sees all the way down to the truth I don't want anyone to know. Our kismet connection is a major complication that could torpedo everything I've worked for...Or this could be the most valuable lesson, ever. 📚🎓 Just a heads up that this isn't fully edited (yet), so you may notice typos or spelling errors! I'm doing my bets (I hope at least some of you got that joke!!) to correct as I go...but you know how it goes, when you get on a roll you sometimes miss things 🙃