Aradhya Aadriti x Rahul Adhisesh "Are you ready to break this?" The question came out raw, stripped of everything but pain from him. "The engagement. Us. Whatever the hell this is-are you ready to end it?" Silence. Just the rain and her thundering pulse. "Say it, Aradhya. I'll walk away." "Just like that?" Her voice broke completely. "Is it that easy for you?" Something flickered in his eyes-something dangerous and devastating. He moved closer, so close she had to tilt her head back to meet his gaze. So close she could feel his breath on her lips. "Easy?" The word was almost a growl. "There's nothing easy about letting you go, watching you run from this- from me. But if you want me gone, I'll go. If you want me to be nothing, I'll be nothing." He leaned in, his lips a breath away from her ear, his voice dropping to a whisper that set her skin on fire."I've loved you in the shadows for years, Aradhya. I can disappear into them just as easily. The question is-" His fingers barely grazed her wrist, and she gasped at the contact. "-can you live with the ghost of what we could have been? Because I promise you sweetheart, you'll feel my absence in every corner of your life. In every coffee cup that stays empty. In every silence that no one else fills. In every night you lie awake wondering if walking away was freedom-"His thumb traced a circle on her pulse point, and her knees nearly gave out."-or the biggest mistake of your life." He pulled back, and the absence of his warmth felt like death. "So tell me. Is this what you want?" The rain fell between them like a verdict waiting to be delivered. Would Aradhya choose the freedom she'd been chasing-or the love that had been chasing her all along?

In the early 1400s, Princess Mohana was born to break every rule of a kingdom built on tradition. The youngest daughter of King Amish and Queen Megha, she refused silk gowns for armor, etiquette for strategy, and submission for rebellion. Her heart belonged to the battlefield, her spirit untamed... until Rudra came. Prince Rudra, heir to the powerful kingdom of Avela, is a storm cloaked in ice-cold, commanding, and dangerously insatiable. He doesn't want to tame her. He doesn't want her to bend. He wants to consume every flicker of defiance, to claim her heart and body as his alone. When desire clashes with duty, Mohana is caught in a perilous game of fire and obsession. Every glance from Rudra sears, every command tempts, and every touch threatens to burn down the walls she's built around herself. Resistance is impossible. Surrender is irresistible. In a world of political intrigue, forbidden passion, and dangerous obsessions, one question remains: can a woman who refuses to submit survive a man who refuses to let go? ***** Mohana's hands were trembling as she tried to pull away, but Rudra's grip on her wrist was iron. His eyes burned into hers, dark, commanding, and impossible to resist. "Do not move," he murmured, his voice low, edged with something dangerous. "Not until I decide you may." Her pulse raced, and a shiver ran down her spine. The audacity of his control both infuriated and enthralled her. "Rudra-" she began, but he silenced her with a hand against her chest, keeping her pressed against him. "You think you have a choice?" he whispered, leaning close so that his breath fanned her ear. "I choose for both of us. You are mine, Mohana. Do you feel that? The way I'll have you, the way I will bend your fire to me? And yet..." His lips brushed against her jaw, teasing, claiming. "I will never break your spirit. Only... consume it."

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".

Why didn't you tell me! Ekansh asked. wasn't that night a mistake for us both, mr. Rathor! Naina said and Ekansh gazed at her. How are you going to handle it? Ekansh asked. I'm going to keep this baby, however you will not be responsible for it! Naina said. Do you even know what you are saying? Ekansh asked in disbelief. What do you expect me to do then? Abort this child? Naina asked. No! Marry me, Ekansh said and Both gaze at each other. Even if that night is a mistake for us, You both are my responsibility now, Ekansh said placing a hand on hers. No! Naina said shaking her head. I'm not brave enough to sacrifice my life, my happiness for this child and end up marrying someone who has someone else in his heart! Naina said taking away her hand and Ekansh gaze at her. I don't want to be your responsibility and live an unhappy married life which ends up blaming this child as a mistake! Naina said teary eyes and her words hit Ekansh hard. I will raise this child myself. I want us both to live a happy and loving life. Not as a mistake, Naina said caressing her stomach. Have you lost your mind! Ekansh growls. Without a father this child is considered a mistake and i don't want it to happen when I'm still alive! Ekansh yelled at Naina. Naina looked at him and tears left her eyes. Give me a chance naina please. I will take responsibility for you and our child, Ekansh said getting on his knees. I hate you! Naina said to Ekansh with teary eyes and ekansh helplessly looks at her. Just leave alone for a while, Naina said closing her eyes clenching her fist. Ekansh stared at her and walked out the door as he saw tears left her eyes. Ekansh closes her eyes and clenches his fist hearing her sobs. Will Naina agree to marry Ekansh whole heartedly? Will ekansh ever be able to love Naina? Will they ever regard each other as husband and wife or end up remaining just parents for this child? Let's find out this together.....

New Version from essence of 2023 ───୨ৎ──── May you find a love as soft as your soul, and a home that holds your healing without questions.

"How dare you touch me?" she shouted, losing her senses. she was about to get up from the couch when he held back my neck and brought her back to the position and roared in a dangerously calm voice " NOT ONLY TOUCH I HAVE ALL FUCKING RIGHTS TO FUCK YOU HARD WHENEVER, WHEREVER I WANT. GET THIS IN YOUR HEAD." "What are you doing?" he questioned, trying to calm himself, but it came out in a harsh tone. "I won't sleep with you and you fucking don't touch me" she asserted with a voice full of demand. He took slow steps towards her, which resulted in her moving back. Now, after three to four steps, she was caged between him and the wall. "I DARE YOU AADRIKA KABIR SINGHANIA TO SLEEP AWAY FROM ME EVEN AN INCH. I PROMISE TO FUCK YOU ON THAT DAMN COUCH UNTIL I MAKE SURE YOU DON'T HAVE THE ENERGY TO MOVE A SINGLE FINGER OF YOURS AWAY FROM ME." she visibly gulped, listening to his words. Without wasting even a second, he picked her up in his arms and moved towards the bed. ｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡ "why are you doing this? " She said sobbing badly. "I want you anyhow," he said in a cold tone. "I was going marry him," she said helplessly. "That's the reason dove, I am going to marry you " He casually asserted. "But why me? " She whispered leaving her remaining hopes. "I am not answerable to you," he said in a harsh tone. "Be ready to become Mrs. Aadrika Kabir Singhania" he said leaving the place. _______________________ Tropes ✨ ~Grumpy X Sunshine ~Mafia X engineer ~30 X 24 ~Age gap ~Office romance ~Forced marriage ~Obsessed MML _______________________ What will happen when they meet for their sibling's marriage proposal? She will be forced to marry him? Will they be able to understand each other? Indulge in this story to know more.

𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 The eldest son of Rajveer and Siya, grew up to be one fine man. He was an ambitious man and just like his father he was a politician too. Cunning and Manipulative those were the words that best described him. 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 She was a lost soul who found peace in her painting and being alone. She despised crowd and too much noise. She liked being alone

✮⋆~ A Desi Romance ~⋆✮ [ Stalker ahead ] ✧﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ✧ "Not this time it's us , We both are suffering right now " Aryaman said , gazing at her holding divorce papers in his hands. " We were never us Mr. Shekhawat " Drishti said, taking her steps back , wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes , trying to create a distance between him and her. Between them. Aryaman said in a pleading tone holding back his tears "Listen to me , please." "We met , we became friends , we liked each other's presence, we married , I lov.... Let it be ,We were just a coincidence, that's it. Her voice tinged with pain , staring only at the divorce papers he was crumbling tightly. Then his dark orbs met with her brown's only to be flinched by his roaring demure. " AND THIS FUCKING COINCIDENCE IS OUR DESTINY " ❖﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌❖ ✧ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐓𝐀 ✧ ╰⪼ " I think it's just a dream if I woke up , happiness will be all gone. " ❖ 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 ❖ ╰⪼ " I would cross all depths to stay in this moment with her , only for her" ⋆──── ࣪ ִֶָ☾.────⋆ " Suna aapne , Hume dard ho raha hai " ⋆──── ࣪ ִֶָ☾.────⋆

"You want to pretend this marriage means nothing?" he murmurs, his voice a low growl as he steps closer, trapping me against the wall. "Fine. But don't forget, I'm the one you're pretending with, little kitten." My breath catches as Dhruv's hand brushes my neck, his touch both possessive and tender. "You are mine" His things graze my lips. "It's just a matter of time till you realise that, Saanjh" ~•~ DHRUV MALHOTRA is a rebellious artist struggling to escape the shadow of his billionaire father. He makes the masterpiece of his life, a portrait of a woman he had never met before but only to realise one day that his muse was a human of flesh and blood SAANJH KAPOOR. Saanjh is a photographer with a haunted past, reeling from a betrayal that shattered her world. When fate brings them together in a marriage of convenience, Dhruv sees an opportunity to finally prove himself, while Saanjh finds a way to protect herself from the demons that still chase her. But what starts as a cold arrangement slowly heats up, as Dhruv becomes obsessed with the mysterious woman he's vowed to protect. Saanjh, on the other hand, battles the undeniable pull between them. Every touch, every glance ignites something dangerous between them, something neither of them can control. In "His Muse," dive into a world where love is a dangerous game, and passion is both the weapon and the prize.

"I thought you loved me" i said while controlling my tears from Stroming down. "I never said that" he said blankly staring me. "Then what was those our quality times,soft touches,hugs?" I asked him angrily. " It was past. If you think those childish behaviour of yours was love then you're the stupidest in the World " he said chuckling. "Why the hell you married me ?" I shouted at him in anger. "The only reason of our marriage is my revenge." He said calmly,looking straight into my eyes. "Y-y-ou used me" I said broking in tears there. This was the conversation of our first wedding night. What would happens when royal princess whose heart is full of sympathy would fall in love with someone who used her for his fire of revenge . She is sensitive but not weak. She knows how to make someone taste their own taste. Cold hearted he. He isn't someone's cup of tea. His rage is beyond everything. One sharpe gaze of Him and everyone losses their balance. His is stone hearted who cares of nothing but his ambition. His moves are full of fire. He said his heart doesn't beat. While his heart beated once when he saw her. He smiled again when he met her. He wanted to live once again when he touched her. But the only thing which was stopping him was his Revenge. He was bounded in a promise. Fire and water. Both are totally opposite but the only thing in common is they both can destroy everything in the world. They represent self-destructing human emotions such as revenge and desire of forgiveness. They both have ability to creat disaster. What will she do? How will they both survive together? Will she melt his heart? Or he will burn her in his fire? What was his revenge ? What's the connection of her with his revenge? Will he ever love her? Wanna know? If yes, please do read this book to find out.