PSYCHOTIC ROMANCE #Book 1 of The Executioner Series. "You sick fuck!" she roared. "How DARE you touch me like that?! What the hell do you think I am?" Her voice thundered across the corridor. "Do you not have a mother? A sister? Or are you just a worthless animal who doesn't deserve a family?" ....... ....... She kept her eyes locked on the man. Her voice dropped.... low, venomous. "You filthy bastard. You think you can just slap a woman's ass like it's your birthright? You think your power gives you permission?" ....... ....... The tension crackled like electricity. He stepped forward, his voice like thunder before the storm. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! If you want to stay alive, then shut that fuckable mouth of yours!" He exploded, his voice echoing like thunder through the corridor. ....... ....... "I swear," she spat, trembling but fierce, "I'll make sure you regret this shit with every inch of your entitled existence." He leaned forward. His voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "Take this as a fucking warning from my side. You messed with the wrong man, and I swear to God, I'll show you a hell that'll make your dreams look like nightmares." The man was none other than.... VIKRAM SINGH SHEKHAWAT The King of Rajasthan. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ In a world where silence is deadlier than words, will the Executioner's Heart Finally learn to beat ? ELAHI 🧿 VIKRAM #1 in intenselove #1 in spinechilling

The first time I met General Alexander Reeves, I thought he was exactly the kind of man women should run from. I was right. Just not for the reason I thought. We weren't supposed to be a love story. He was a thirty-two-year-old Supreme Commander with a reputation built on ice and military steel. I was a twenty-two-year-old nursing student desperately trying to keep my sick father alive. It started with a date. It quickly turned into a proposition. One year. Separate bedrooms. No interference in each other's lives. A marriage built entirely on duty and a five-year friendship between our fathers. It was the perfect contract. Completely foolproof. Except for one unwritten rule that neither of us understood until it was entirely too late. *Don't fall in love.* Some hearts just refuses to follow orders

⤞ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈 ⤝ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴀɢᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴇʀɪᴇs In every story, men run from their past-desperate not to let their shadows poison the light of the women who enter their lives. But what if a man didn't run? What if he wanted his shadows to touch her? To own her. Haunt her. To pull her into the fire he built himself. Because she wasn't just his light. She was his bait-a living, breathing key to the monsters still hiding in his past. ✧˚ · . Aarvay Singh Raizada ✧˚ · . rose from the blood-soaked gutters of a city that never slept-only watched. Now, he stands as Asia's most feared and revered name: CEO of Raizada Group of Companies by day. Kingpin of the underground syndicate Noctis Dominion by night. Haunted by a past cloaked in grief, questions, and a wife's mysterious death... Aarvay lives in silence. In sleeplessness. In sin. ✧˚ · . Saayra Mittal ✧˚ · . knows nothing of shadows. A soft-spoken, steady girl with dreams stitched together by duty and ailing hopes- ...and completely unaware that someone, somewhere, watches her every move. Obsessing. Following. Claiming her as his. But when Aarvay and Saayra's paths cross, it isn't fate. It's design. Because he chooses her. Not for love. Not for forever. But as the trap to lure his wife's killer into the light. What he doesn't expect... Is to fall into the very fire he set. He never sinned by loving. He sinned by using love. And now? That sin might cost him the only woman who ever mattered. Tropes : ~ Age gap ~ Stalker ~ Murder mystery ~ slowburn ~ touch her and die ~ she fell first he fell harder ~ Boss x Employee

𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬... 𝐨𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐬. Once, he was a boy who believed she was far too chaotic for his peace of mind. She was the little menace who somehow always found a way to disrupt his carefully ordered world, and he was certain he didn't even like her. Years later, fate forced them into a marriage neither of them wanted, binding them under the same roof despite the distance that had grown between them. But she is no longer the loud, carefree girl he remembers. Life took everything from her, including her laughter, her innocence, and her parents, leaving behind a quiet woman who hides her pain behind a calm smile. Before their marriage, he made one thing clear: "Don't expect love from me." So she didn't. As they begin sharing a life together, he slowly starts seeing her differently, noticing the sadness she conceals and the strength she carries. Yet one question remains: if he remembers her so well, why doesn't she even know his name? A story of heartbreak, healing, and unexpected love, where old irritation gives way to feelings neither of them ever imagined. ×××× Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine | Marriage of Convenience | Forced Proximity | No Cheating | She fell first (or so she thinks) × He fell harder and harder.. It's just my first book pls don't judge my writing.. because there's noway I can be perfect.... . . .

an arranged marriage set up in 1970's.. an Indian marriage story of shravanya sethi and vedansh Thakur. tropes :- arranged marriage age gap (7 years) old school love Calm ML X innocent FL patriarchal mindset adult themes happy ending

𝗥𝗮𝗴𝗵𝗮𝘃 𝗫 𝗧𝗮𝗿𝗮 {𝘣𝘰𝘰𝘬 1 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 ) Raghav Oberoi,a renowned chef who lives for perfection. Cold, composed, and unreadable... a man whose silence commands more than words ever could. Tara Bansal, a quiet dreamer lost in her world of colors and canvas. To her, art is everything... but to her family, it's nothing but a meaningless escape. One reckless night of freedom. One unforgettable mistake. A night that binds them... yet leaves them as strangers. They don't remember each other... But he remembers her tattoo. And that single memory turns into an obsession he can't escape. Fate plays its cruel game when their worlds collide again... Not as lovers... but as husband and wife. She becomes the bride he never wanted. The replacement he never accepted. And the truth he has been desperately searching

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

She was their princess. Then she became their shame. At seventeen, Aadhira was accused of a crime that tore her family apart. Overnight, she lost her home, her reputation, and everyone she loved. Seven years later, she returns as the bride of Arjun rathore. To her family, she is still the girl who ruined everything. To her husband, she is an unwanted responsibility. But while everyone is busy judging her, Aadhira is hiding secrets of her own. The past isn't over. The truth isn't dead. And someone should have made sure she never came back. • misunderstood daughter • arranged marriage •secret identity •cold fml × indifferent ml • strangers × life long partners •strong fml × strong ml

𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - his massive admiration ╰┈➤ EKANSH SINGH RANAWAT [27] king of udaipur and ruthless underworld mafia leader. I have seen admiration all my life. Women don't look at me - they look at the crown. At the Ranawat name. At the legacy I carry on my shoulders. They fall for the title. For the power. For the Raj gaddi. But the day I saw her everything changed. Ananya Aradhya Singhania. She didn't look at me like I was a throne to sit on. She looked at me like I was just a man. No greed in her eyes. No calculation. No hunger for status. Just calm. Just grace. Just something untouched by this fake world. She doesn't try to impress me. Maybe that's why I lost. This isn't attraction. This isn't ego. This is love. For the first time in my life, I don't want to conquer. I want to protect. And I swear on my life- my only aim now is to stand between her and every storm. If loving her means becoming softer, then I'll become softer. ╰┈➤ ANANYA ARADHYA SINGHANIA [22] University student ,princess of jaipur I hate royal blood. People think royalty means grace and power. I think-it means [secrets and betrayal]. I was just 10 when my mother died. after 1 year , my father married to my mother 's assistant. Everyone called it fate. I call it murder. At twelve, I left for boarding school- away from Jaipur, away from marble walls that felt like cages. In this world, I only care about two people: my brother, the present King of Jaipur - the only exception - and my best friend, Meera Mehra The rest of the royal world? Keep it away from me. Especially him. Ekansh Singh Ranawat. He roams around me like some bhatakti aatma. What does he think - that he's some king or something? Well... technically he is. But that doesn't impress me. Royal blood is dangerous. And I promised myself I'd never let it rule my heart. No crown is worth my peace. No king is worth my trust.

Story 2 of THE WIFE SERIES This book will have some mature seense in future marriage never meant to happen. A husband who refuses to accept it. When a wedding collapses at the mandap, Ishita Khanna is forced to replace her runaway sister and marry Aarav Malhotra-a strict university professor bound by family pride and political pressure. For Aarav, the marriage is a secret, a burden he wants erased from his life. For Ishita, it becomes a silent prison. Living under one roof yet worlds apart, Ishita must hide her identity while Aarav ensures no one ever knows she is his wife. In classrooms, he is her professor. At home, a stranger she is bound to. In a world ruled by control, silence, and unspoken rules, what happens when a forced marriage begins to crack the walls of power, ego, and denial? Because some relationships aren't born out of love- they are survived.