𝑫𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏... 𝑱𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒉 𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒓. 𝑬𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒉, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒂, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒏, 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒒𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒎 𝒌𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒌𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒌𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒓𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒉, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒋𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒌𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒅𝒊, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒉𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒒𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒕𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂. 𝑫𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒓𝒊𝒘𝒂𝒂𝒛 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒒𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈... 𝒀𝒆 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒂𝒂𝒒 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒏, 𝒏𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒒𝒕 𝒌𝒂 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒌𝒉𝒆𝒍 𝒀𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒈 𝒌𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒍 .

"In a world of swords and silence, it was never passion that saved them - but the love that never asked to be spoken." ★He finds the peace he never thought he'd deserve. ★She gives her heart without asking for his - believing that one day, he might give it anyway. ★But in a world ruled by swords and secrets... can love survive without speaking its name? ★First chapter: 10th October 2025 ★Final chapter : 7th June 2026

Mahnoor was a second-year history student. Sharp-tongued, fiercely independent, and never afraid to speak her mind. Her latest coursework focused on the lives of powerful figures who had shaped India's history. That was when she discovered him. An emperor unlike any other, undefeated in war, feared by rival rulers, praised by historians, yet infamous for his cruelty. The deeper she read about him, the more her hatred for him grew. It was clear to her that the textbooks tried to balance his brilliance by sugarcoating his brutality. To Mahnoor, his name was soaked in blood. One afternoon, while sitting in the university library, she seethed to her friend, "Still. If one of those women had rebelled, her name would be in this book today. I'm angry that none tried to do so." "I wish I was there. I really do." "I would have said things everyone was scared to utter to his face. He wasn't feared because he was powerful, rather, he was feared because people feared for their lives. And that is not power." "He won't be remembered because he was great, but because he did things no one could ever forget." That night, on a rainy street in Mumbai, her car nearly hit an old woman who was crossing the road. Mahnoor quickly got out to confront her, but before she could speak, the old woman looked straight into her eyes and cursed her. "So, you wish you were there? You think you could speak, rebel, and change history with your voice? Then go. Let's see how your voice will be heard in a palace where a woman's opinion holds no importance. Your freedom will shatter because rebellion there means death.

VAMIKA NAIR "I've spent my life surviving... loving you is the first thing I want to live for." At twenty-four, Vamika Nair is a bold journalist from Kerala and the owner of Va MEDIA, admired for her fearlessness and sharp mind. But beneath her confident exterior lives a woman shaped by loss, unanswered questions, and a past she never healed from. She doesn't enter the mafia as a queen-she stumbles into it, learns its cruelty the hard way, and survives through pain, mistakes, and quiet resilience. When an autoimmune disease lands her in the hospital, Vamika uncovers a dark medical conspiracy that changes everything. A daring escape leads her to Sidharth-and to love she never planned for. Now married, she lives with one fear: what happens when the man she loves discovers the truths she's still trying to survive? SIDHARTH OMKAR "You are my breath, my heart, my Laxmi... everything I am, is yours." At twenty-eight, Sidharth Omkar is a storm wrapped in silk. A diamond tycoon, a royal heir, and a mafia king whose very name sparks fear. Ruthless, cunning, and merciless to those who cross him, he moves through the world like a predator-confident, lethal, untouchable. Love has touched him... and betrayed him. Betrayal is a blade he cannot forgive, and a fire he will never forget. Then comes Vamika-bold, untamed, vulnerable yet daring. She is a spark in his dark world, a challenge he cannot resist, a presence that refuses to leave him untouched. She awakens desires he buried long ago, fears he thought he had mastered. He wants her. All of her. No compromises. And he will take her-heart, mind, and soul-because Sidharth Omkar never loses what he sets his sights on.

"I will break you beyond repair".... Vihaansh growled. "But I will cherish you and heal you till my last breath," Ishika replied, her voice unwavering. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- "Rose, I beg of you... If you want you can kill me, but please don't leave me Jaan, Take me along, please...?" Vihaansh pleaded, tears streaming down his face and his sobs wrenching from the depths of his soul. But no reply... ‐‐-----------‐------------------------------------------------- Here Starts a tale of a ruthless man's guilt-driven story, who is left all alone in the World and has no one to wipe his tears, give him a shoulder to sob, be a reason to smile. But he can't end his life because ......... Because she left behind their cherished symbol of love, a testament to their once-shared bond, with every breath he takes, he relives the moment she departed, a silent witness to the pain that now defines his existence. She left their Symbol of love with him. But he only breathes he left living the moment she left him. He behaves like a happy daddy before their bacha. He is a perfect Dad. But he remains haunted by the absence of a motherly presence for his daughter. He can't even share his sorrow, his dismay. ---------------------------------------------------------------------- What will happen to him as he carries the weight of his guilt? Can he ever find a way to make up for his mistakes and find happiness again? All rights are reserved by your author @Rashi_Jha🌼(by me ofc) #65 Wattpad #95 wattpad #1 in the Eternal Series .......UNDER EDIT............ #2 in wattpad #5 , #7 , #11 , #13 in wattpad.

Rudransh singh rajput, a man of disciples and rules. A man who doesn't even think twice before killing someone who dared to defy him. A man who was once kind and playful son but now a cold and ruthless king of Rajasthan. Shivanya malhotra, an innocent and naive girl who is the sunshine of others lives but hers? A dark and traumatic past left many scars that are hard to forgive let alone forgive. But still her kindness and smile are never gone. She still believes that one day her life would change and she would be happy. Her life changed but... will she be happy or does she still have to face more challenges in her life? An arranged marriage which binds only two families but not the two souls. A girl who is forced to act happy in front of all. The people who is supposed to love and protect her were the ones who destroyed her. But her last hope crushed when her husband, whom she thought will be different crushed her hopes under his shoe. Sure.. This is an arranged marriage story for the ones who loves to see the red flag turns into a green forest like me... But it isn't over guys... It is not the simple arranged marriage but hella complicated story with many twists and turns so be ready to stop the story in middle of a chapter just to process everything and bang your head on the wall when you are not able to process. Trust me guys you will love it because it's a story not from a writer but from a reader who knows what your heart craves to read. Be ready to join in the roller coaster ride of ansh and ansh ki jaan.. Tropes: Grumpy X sunshine Age gap Arranged marriage Possessive and obsessed male lead She fell first but he fell harder King and mafia story This story contains mature content like violence, sexual assault, physical and mental abuse. So kindly skip if you are not comfortable. Guys I am not able to write whole description here so I request you all to read the first part i.e, description and then decide whether you want to read or not.

𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Busines Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀. __________________________________________ "He was my Darkest Temptation." ~SITARA~ "She was my Sweetest Sin" ~RUVANSH~

"MANTRA NAHI RUKNE CHAHIYE PANDIT." His voice roared across the hall. And just like that, the crowd forgot everything...except fear. Eyes dropped, breaths slowed....no one dared exist too loudly. (The mantras should not stop, no matter what, Pandit) HE circled around HER slowly, like a predator that had already claimed his PREY. And then... He turned. And seated himself like a KING on his throne. ON THE SEAT MEANT FOR THE GROOM. __________________________________ "Tumhare jism ka gunaah toh phir bhi mita diya jaa sakta tha... lekin yeh dil.... iss naacheez ne yeh sochne ki himmat kaise kar li ki yeh humari jaan ke naam se dhadkega?" ( "The sin of your body could still have been washed away... but this heart.... how did this wretched thing dare to think it could beat in the name of my Jaan?") AND JUST LIKE THAT HE PLUNGED HIS THICK FINGERS IN AND RIPPED THE MAN'S HEART OUT OF HIS CHEST AND CRUSHED IT RIGHT UNDER HIS FEET, Best Rankings #1 in historicalfiction #1 in historicalromance #1 in poetic #6 in king #1 in crowned prince

"Why... why are you here?" she asked, her voice shattering. I frowned. The question caught me off guard. Did she truly not know? I took a step closer. She flinched, but I reached out and placed two fingers beneath her chin, forcing her to look into my eyes. "Because you are in my room." I stated slowly. "And you are my wife." She stopped breathing. Her oceanic eyes went wide as the realization crashed into her. She hadn't married the old, decaying King. She had married me. I watched the shock turn into a new kind of panic. A strange, dark amusement flared in my chest, mingling with a sudden, intense possessiveness. I dropped my hand from her chin and gripped her waist, pulling her forward until her soft body was flushed against the hard planes of my chest. She gasped, her hands resting against my chest to keep her balance. I could smell her-salt and fear-and I knew she could smell the sandalwood and the copper of my blood. "You really wanted to marry my Father?" I murmured into her ear, my breath hot against her skin. "Perhaps you're disappointed. It is our first night. Let me have some fun now."

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗