Three days after giving birth to her daughter, Aditi Sharma loses the one person she thought would stay forever. Now a single mother, she has no time for love, relationships, or second chances. All she wants is to give her daughter the life she deserves. Then Aryan Kapoor enters their lives. Patient. Kind. Unwavering. A man who slowly becomes everything Aditi never knew she needed. But can a woman with a broken heart learn to trust again? And can a man who loves her daughter first ever find a place in her heart? ❤ Slow Burn Romance ❤ Single Mother ❤ Mature Romance ❤ Family Drama ❤ Happy Ending

Rudra's grip tightened just enough to steal her breath, and Priya's tears came without permission. The sting on her cheek wasn't visible, but it burned with humiliation and fear. Her sobs filled the space as he backed her into the wall, leaving her nowhere to run. His presence closed in, heavy and suffocating, trapping her between cold stone and his control. She trembled there, broken by how helpless she felt-and how he ruined her.

He did not marry her for love. He married her because her last name carried the weight of his ruined past. Aarav Raichand returned from ashes with power in his hands and hatred in his heart. For years, he lived for one promise, to destroy the man who destroyed his family. But revenge needed more than money, more than power, more than victory. It needed a bride. Anaya Malhotra was never meant to be part of a war she did not start. Strong, graceful, and unwilling to bow, she walks into a marriage built on hatred, secrets, and a pain older than her love could ever understand. To him, she is his enemy's daughter. To her, he is the man who turned marriage into punishment. But hatred has a dangerous way of burning too close to desire. And some vows, even the cruelest ones, can awaken feelings neither of them are ready to face. In a house where silence speaks louder than love, two wounded hearts will be forced to question what is stronger: Revenge... or the person who survives it. He made her his revenge. She became his weakness.

Jiya Tripathi came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

She was raised to obey. He was born to control. Aadhya Sharma has spent her entire life in silence-hidden behind lowered eyes, soft words, and a heart that fears being seen. When she's suddenly married off into one of the most powerful families in the country, she expects a husband. What she gets... is a stranger. Arjun Rathore is cold, calculating, and dangerously unreadable. A man who doesn't believe in love, doesn't explain his rules, and doesn't ask twice. Their marriage isn't built on emotions-it's an arrangement. A contract. A cage. In a house filled with locked doors and unspoken boundaries, Aadhya must learn how to exist beside a man who watches everything... and reveals nothing. But silence doesn't stay silent forever. And neither does a heart that slowly begins to feel. Because beneath his control lies something darker. Something possessive. Something that refuses to let her go. And when distance turns into closeness... and fear turns into something far more dangerous- Aadhya realizes... She was never just married. She was claimed.

🖤Their love thrived in darkness, bound by revenge, and shattered by desire 🖤 ✦ Balraj ✦ The rain fell in quiet sheets, washing the streets of Bombay, but not him. Balraj leaned against the wall of the alley, cigarette in hand, eyes dark and steady. Men called him heartless, but he didn't mind. They didn't see the nights he spent alone, the echoes of a childhood that had no mercy. Every step he took left a shadow behind, every glance carried a memory he refused to speak aloud. Power was his armor, cruelty his language, and yet... something deeper lingered, unspoken, waiting. ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ Meera ✦ The pressroom smelled of damp paper and ink, but Meera's voice cut sharper than the rustle of typewriters. She leaned over her desk, eyes fierce, as she struck lines through her draft. Words mattered-truth mattered-and she would not soften either for the comfort of men who feared them. When she paused, the room fell quiet. No one knew that behind her steady hand, her chest still carried the weight of nights she never spoke of. Nights that returned in shadows, tightening her breath when the world fell silent. She hid it well. She had to. Because weakness was not for women like her. ━━━━━━━━━━ ✦✧✦ ━━━━━━━━━━ The first thing he ever told her was, "I'm a monster." Balraj moved through life with cruelty as his shadow, leaving no room for mercy. Meera faced him with fire in her eyes, unaware of the darkness she was stepping into. Their worlds collided in storms of desire, secrets, and unspoken pain. Does a love born in shadows ever find a happy ending?💫

SEQUEL BOOK (SHORT STORY) Wasn't life meant to be beautiful after the constant darkness, when a girl raised in a brothel has fought her pathway and her demons, wasn't the ending suppose to be happy? When she believed her journey of being Taara from Muqda ended, it will finally be dreamy, but the colours she thought had returned in her life were still stuck on somewhere in the lane, and the block was her denial. Abhiraj was in love, but how much can you abide if the person you keep giving your heart only chooses to stomp on it? How persistent will he be? Two people bounded by strange planning were now bound together otheirre own will but still distance and boundaries neither of them crosses. How will love that is given ever reach the one on the other side, and if the person on the other side will extend her hand willingly?

Zehra Hassan She was robbed of her ordinary life, brought into the dirt turned into a profanity introduced to the vulgarity of the red light area. She was tormented by day and tortured at night, fighting to survive in a completely different world. Daiwik Agnihotri The true hand behind every dark action of Agnivanshi. The real merciless man who can close his eyes and drive a car over a person if asked. Handsome but black heart, silent yet vicious. A man who is defination of anger. ~ When the one battling to survive has been served on a platter for a man who knows no mercy, will her bones break or soul will be united? And when you find out that this is not everything they have to offer, how willing are you to sink into the ship of grief and happiness?

SEQUEL BOOK (Short Story) Aamira (RAJSHRI) Raajnandan is a girl who was given as a gift, as a replacement for a ruthless man. How do you think her life will take turns? And when that man is allergic to love. How will he engulf the emotions he have started to feel for her? The pain and the happiness, the delicate and the ruthless! How will this story take turns? See what's ahead of us...

A Man ruling the political world with his evil presence. A man with a face to fool the ones with eyes. A man with an army of his own. A Women raised in mud. Destined to be the wasp. But she holds bigger dreams and bigger intentions. That can end all. They say don't scare the one who don't fears, something same was Muqda, never scared. Never going to give up; Aamira is not going to fight a war that she knows she will never win. She choses to live in now. And when these lives were collide with the Agnivanshi brothers, how is anything which has never been in place itself will turn worser? Unimaginably.