#1 book of Royalty series Run.....cherry." let's see how far you can go from me . You think that I'll let you go soo easily after the wait of years and being obsessed with you. He catch her from behind by her waist and trap her between him and car ). He said slowly in her ear, "you made a mistake by running on your own wedding and you get punish for it..... but--- he pause, and slide his hand from her waist to her back where her blouse ends and move close to neck to press a soft kiss there, then speak- .....not here,you will get your punishment on your first night cherry ...under me. Crying while painting my back with your fucking nails and there will be no god to save you from me giving you punishment 'little bird.'"

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 '𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐧' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ❝𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭.❞ -Shivani Desai ❝𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧.❞ -Reyaan Oberoi ～✿～ She is the mastermind of the game, planning every move carefully and placing every piece with precision. Yet, she doesn't realize that the game isn't just running on her skills, but the god of the game himself is on her side. -quietly playing his own game in the shadow of her game. ～✿～ 🎀 TROPES 🎀 Physiotherapist × Business Tycoon Replaced Groom Planned Marriage Obsessed × Devoted Love Possessive Male Lead Manipulative Female Lead Touch her & lose your important hand Mysterious Past Both fell harder [who fell first? That's secret, my Jaan]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐝 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐦𝐞." -------------------------------------------------------------- Hayat Yousuf is a 20-year-old girl who is abducted by one of the biggest Mafia leaders in the underground world and brought to an alienated place for a purpose that she would never comply with. The two young gangsters are appointed to watch over her and to make her give in to their interests, by any means. One of them is suspiciously kind, knows how to hack an entire system and pulls the most threatening stunts with his bike. Another one of them is ridiculously handsome, dangerously ruthless and doesn't even blink while taking the life of someone mercilessly. Yet, she seems to catch feelings for the latter. But the distance between them is so wide, would they ever be together? She feels too much for him, and he doesn't feel at all. Her feelings are way too intense, way too deep while he shows none at all. The more she tried to control herself, the more she falls for him. Explore the story of these three as it unfolds in front of you with each week passing.

He wears discipline like a second skin. She carries quiet defiance in her eyes. Aryavardhan Singh Rathore, a Wing Commander, lives by control. Vritika Roy, a neurosurgeon, lives by restraint. They clash the moment they meet. He dislikes her calm. She resents his authority. So he watches her-not out of interest, but instinct. Observation becomes habit. Habit becomes something far more dangerous. He doesn't chase. He doesn't confess. He positions himself where her world slowly starts to close in. Because some men don't fall in love. They decide. Vritika realizes too late that being seen by him was never harmless. It was the beginning of possession. This is not a gentle love story. It is a slow burn of obsession, dominance, and forbidden desire- where hatred turns into hunger, and walking away was never an option. Enter only if you're ready for a romance that doesn't ask. It claims.

Some stories begin with fireworks. Theirs began with silence. She was music-loud, fearless, alive. He was restraint-watchful, reserved, unreadable. Best friends long before they understood what they were becoming. She loved him quietly. He fell without permission. Too close to name it. Too afraid to claim it. Then came one lie. One accusation. One silence that chose destruction over truth. Her life didn't bend-it shattered. His didn't break-it calcified into cold. Ten years later, fate places them in the same room again. He is no longer the boy she knew- he is power, control, authority. And she is no longer the girl he remembers- she is quiet, detached, carrying a past that refuses to stay buried. The love between them doesn't return gently. It returns hungry-unfinished, unforgiven. Because this is not a story about falling in love. It is about what happens when love is silenced- and what it becomes when it comes back dangerous. Some loves don't fade. They mutate. And some reunions are not meant to heal- they are meant to burn.

Book 3 of Rage & Retribution Series Abhimaan X Ahana . . Abhimaan Oberoi, CEO of Oberoi Group of Industries, a ruthless businessman with dark secrets. He's heartless-except when it comes to his own family. Reputation, money, and power are all he cares about, and for them, he can destroy anyone. His life was perfect until he crossed paths with Ahana, who turned it upside down. Ahana Khanna, one of New York's top event planners and the apple of her family's eye. A sunshine girl who once believed in love, fairytales, and happy endings-until she lost her own love. Her dreams shattered, leaving behind only memories and pain. But what happens when that same sunshine girl decides to take revenge? What happens when Ahana sets out to ruin the devil, Abhimaan? She forced him into marriage... but was he really forced? In her hunger for revenge, how will she destroy him when her own heart begins to betray her? She falls for him-and now she wants to run. But how will she escape when she's become the devil's ruthless obsession?

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

Love & Passion (LP) : Book Two "He forged their fate to claiming her as his own ,regardless of anyone's approval, now they are bound as one for all eternity" ~#nishan "They were a clash of stars, never meant to align, yet fate's hand forced their orbits together" ~#amarta

Love & Passion (LP) : Book One " For his pools of obsidian black gaze, I would paint the world red. " ~his ishi " For the warmth of her hazel gaze, I would surrender every breath, every fragment of my being. " ~her veer