"𝚊𝚊𝚙 𝚑𝚊𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚒 𝚒𝚝𝚗𝚒 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚝 𝚔𝚢𝚞 𝚔𝚊𝚛 𝚛𝚊𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚒 𝙰𝚍𝚟𝚒𝚔" "𝙰𝚊𝚙𝚗𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚕𝚒 𝚙𝚊𝚝𝚗𝚒 𝚔𝚘 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝚔𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚊 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚊 𝚑𝚊𝚒" ★★★ "𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒂𝒂𝒑 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒅𝒗𝒊𝒌,𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒚𝒆𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊" "𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒊 𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒖!!!𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕" 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 - A renowned young businessman whose aura speaks no-nonsense. He values time more an people. According to him " We should use time as a tool, not as a couch". For him love is a overrated emotional which is only created for the marketing gimmick 𝐍𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 - A young & sweet university student who just shifted to Delhi for her Masters.She is a free spirit who believes in "Go with a flow". An ultimate late comer,for her " Time toh ata jata rahega pehle mai apni beauty sleep toh Puri kar lu".A old school lover who still thinks " one day a Prince charming will come on a white horse and take her with him " Jump into the story to explore the entangled love .

The Dealer and His Roomie ❦ An enemy to lovers romance. For six months, they're stuck together: a reckless dealer and the girl who never stops talking. He wants her gone. She's not leaving. . . . I scoff. "Wow. You must be a hit at parties." "I am, actually." He tilts his head slightly, studying me. "You, though? I'm guessing you talk so much they don't even need music." . . . Warning- Suggestive Content Drama, Crime, Romance Not a single dull chapter, I swear ;) Ratings- #1 in Roommates (13.04.2025) #1 in Sweet (11.05.2025) #1 in Arrogant (13.05.2025)

'Bound by Duty, Torn by Desire'❤️‍🔥 "I'm ordering you to love me," Nadiya's voice wavered, though she tried to sound firm. Her eyes locked onto his, daring him to defy her. "I'm your boss now. You must follow my commands, Asif." "You think love is something you can order?" he asked quietly, his voice gravelly and low. His fingers slid up her arm, grazing her skin, and her body tensed under his touch. "You can ask for my loyalty, my protection, even my life. But love? That's something else entirely." ★★★ Nadiya Khan, 27, an independent woman and architect who created her own name stepping out of the shadow of her billionaire businessman father and brother. Asif Malik, 34, a devoted bodyguard of Khan Family. His responsible nature and loyalty are his greatest pride, and he has dedicated his life to protecting those he serves. They had a past history which made Nadiya create a shell of coldness around her. What will happen when they met after 12 years and Asif will assign as her personal bodyguard? Will they be able to resist the magnetic attraction pulling them together? Or will Asif's years of dedication crumble in the face of a love that refuses to be forgotten? ★★★ And if you're craving enemies-to-lovers fire, meet Esra Yildiz, the sassy mafia princess turned reckless lawyer, and Arsalan Khan, the calm, composed CEO of a restaurant empire, the Ice Prince himself. He hated her to the core..and she returned the sentiment with equal fire. He was calm like still water; she, a stormy ocean. Yet somehow, she was the only chaos he could ever tolerate. What happens when fate forces them to work together? Will the tension crack into hatred or ignite into something far more dangerous? And when the lines between enemies and something more begin to blur... Who will fall first? Two couples, two kinds of personalities, but one dangerously addictive collision. Let the chaos of hearts begin ❤️‍🔥. Warning : Mature scenes & Language

# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Aayansh Agniwanshi a king of jaipur and CEO of Agniwanshi CO. Lit. A mafia king with ruthless, grumpy, cold. 'Love is a trap. When it appears, we see only its light, not its shadows.' Aayansh Agniwanshi Ishanvi Shekhawat a Criminal Lawyer and the owner of V&A Law firm. The only daughter of her family. 'Love is a symphony of emotions, a melody that plays in the heart and echoes in the soul, creating a harmony that transcends time.' Ishanvi Shekhawat What happened when the two of them who cannot tolerate each other company was forced to bounded with each other? She is sunshine. He is heartless. She is a simple girl. He is a king. She is his healer. He is ruthless. Both heal each other. ______________________ Trope:- • Forced Marriage • Opposite Attraction • Slow Brun • Ceo×Lawyer • Grumpy×Sunshine

At eleven Saanvi Malhotra fell for her brother's best friend What started as a childish crush slowly turned into something deeper something she never let go of Years later she meets him again Akshat Agnihotri Only this time he isn't just a memory he's her professor Cold Distant Untouchable But Saanvi doesn't stop She chases him Leaves him notes Gifts Feelings he never asked for To her it was love To him it was nothing Until one day she confesses in front of everyone And he rejects her Harshly I never loved you That day breaks something inside her Now she's no longer the girl who chased him And when their paths cross again things aren't the same anymore She once ran after him Now he might be the one chasing her But some wounds don't heal no matter how late the apology comes Tropes:- Childhood Crush Brother's Best Friend Professor × Student Age Gap Romance Obsessive Love One-Sided Love Public Confession Harsh Rejection Heartbreak & Regret Cold Male Lead Strong Female Lead Slow Burn Painful Reunion

Hadiya Hafiz was asked by her brother to marry his best friend; Daivik Dewan. Hadiya had suffered all her life and she had no hope with this marriage either. Meanwhile, Daivik agreed to marry her out of pity. What will happen when he gets to know about her wife's past which had nothing but pain? How far will he go to save her from her demons? Will he ever be able to love her or she'll always remain uncherished?

|𝑼𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒆, 𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒉𝒐 𝒋𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆-𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒉𝒆.| 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝙷𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚖 𝚂𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, 𝚁𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚍 ,𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 ' 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 ' 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 '𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛' 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎.𝙾𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 . 𝑺𝒊𝒂 𝙰𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝙽𝙶𝙾 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚢 . 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚙

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

🌌 Whisper's of Destiny 🌌 By @ashii_verse 🖤 "Some stories aren't meant to be told. They're meant to bleed through silence... and leave scars where no one sees." --- Avni. Soft. Subtle. Almost invisible to the world. But beneath her quiet grace lies a storm she's too afraid to name. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't ask for more. She simply exists - until he sees her. The man no one dares to look in the eye... yet she meets his gaze with trembling honesty. Rajveer. Sharp mind. Cold presence. A man who speaks less and controls more. He doesn't crave love. He craves silence, control, and order. But there's something about her - the way she lowers her eyes when he speaks, the way her fear doesn't hide her truth - that draws him in like a storm waiting to be unleashed. --- ❝ You look at me like I'm human, Avni... ❞ ❝ But I've spent my whole life making sure I'm not. ❞ ❝ And still... ❞ ❝ You make me want to be yours. ❞ --- This is not a love story. This is restraint and desire at war. A girl too soft for his world. A man too dangerous for hers. And a fate that ties them together - not gently, but violently. He doesn't know how to love. She doesn't know how to leave. And somewhere in the silence between them, something begins to burn... slowly, darkly, beautifully. ✨ Whisper's of Destiny - a haunting slow-burn of longing, power, and a love so quiet... it leaves nothing untouched. ---

"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. ​