He married for duty, but she made him sin Arnav Devraj was never meant to fall in love. Not when his family's empire demanded obedience. He made a promise to his family, to his legacy, to a woman he didn't love. When Arnav Devraj's life becomes a battlefield between duty and desire, between Ruhi's forbidden touch and Nandini's rightful claim only one woman will win. And the other will destroy him.

Dawood Malik A 28-year-old handsome hunk, a sight for sore eyes- But unfortunately living with a cognitive disorder. Despite his age, his mind is like that of an 8-year-old-so innocent, so fragile, unaware of the world's darkness. Noor-e-Fishaan Zakhraov A 20-year-old fragile, beautiful girl with purple eyes and raven-black hair flowing down to her hips. Her pale white skin makes her look like an innocent soul trapped in a witch's body. Only if her beauty can buy her naseeb, for her , life has been filled with troubles, pain, and sabr. What will happen when these two completely opposite lives become entangled by destiny? . She was dressing his hand, applying ointment. Noor looked like a real hoor in her emerald green silk abaya, with a dupatta draped over her head. Her full concentration was on his hand, and she hissed softly, as if feeling his pain herself. She was about to wrap the gauze around his knuckles and palm when he suddenly grabbed her face with the same injured hand, painting her pale skin with his blood, and latched his lips onto hers like she was the last drop of water he needed to survive. Noor clutched his shirt with one hand, trying to breathe. She held his beard-clad jaw and let him take what he wanted... Sucking the life out of her lips, he stared into her purple eyes, now filled with warmth. Her cheeks had turned red like cherries, and her plump red lips glistened with their mixed saliva, making her look ethereal. Neither of them was aware of the piercing, pain-filled gaze of the man standing at the door, feeling like his heart would stop a thousand times over. He saw the way his brother kissed her like he owned her heart'. His heart bleed seeing them. P.s. it's not a Love triangle.

Book-1, 18+, mature, don't read if you are not comfortable, the male lead is a antihero, and the female lead is soft. Although there is no cheating or physical abuse but characters are morally grey. A criminal lawyer haunted by past , trying to find murderers of his father, emotionally suppressed due to childhood struggles, a young woman burdened by financial crises works as maid despite holding a graduation degree in fine arts. A union of both not arranged marriage, not love marriage, not contract marriage, not forced marriage but a marriage based on mutual want and need and that is not love. And feel free to comment as I am a new ( I can't say myself author or writer) but yes, I am new to it. So you can comment if you want but please don't comment negatively, if you do not like don't read. I am open for criticism ( I will accept my fault or try to discuss them if said in right way)but not ugly negativity .

She had not married him for love. Nor had it been a marriage born of tradition, arrangement, or even choice. When Navya Sharma, a naïve young woman of barely twenty-two, stood before the world as the wife of Advait Rathore, she stepped into a bond that was nothing less than a transaction. For him, it was profit-a move calculated, cold, and beneficial to his empire. For her, it was destiny's cruelest twist. Advait Rathore-twenty-eight years old, sharp-minded, ruthless, and carrying the weight of maturity and sin in equal measure-was no ordinary man. He was a king of shadows, a ruler of the underworld. And Navya? She was a lamb led into a lion's den, handed to him under the guise of a marriage that was never meant to bloom. All she had ever wished for was a husband she could call hers-a man who belonged to her alone. But destiny, merciless as ever, bound her to a man whose heart had already been claimed. His first wife was still alive. And worse-he loved her. For Navya, the truth was more bitter than betrayal. She was not a beloved wife; she was a replacement. A second choice. Perhaps even nothing more than a vessel-brought into his life to give him heirs, to strengthen his lineage, to serve a purpose. Yet beneath her quiet demeanor stirred a storm. Perhaps she was destined to be nothing more than a surrogate for his children... or perhaps fate had far greater designs. Because sometimes, in a world of power, blood, and betrayal, the one who enters quietly, unnoticed, can end up stealing the most precious thing a man possesses-his very soul.

𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐕 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀 × 𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐜𝐞𝐨 × 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝕮𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊..... ══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══ Riya... Just riya. No surname... She left that behind for good. For the past three years, she had been his personal assistant. Efficient, smart, and unfailingly reliable. From not even knowing how to work a coffee machine to anticipating what Aarav wanted before he even asked, she had grown so much. To most people, she seemed simply reserved, maybe even distant. But there was a heaviness in her eyes, an unspoken story she carried in silence, waiting for the moment it could no longer stay hidden. --- Aarav Malhotra... a man people didn't argue with. CEO and director of his father's legacy, he ran his office like a battlefield. Mistakes weren't forgiven. Mediocrity wasn't tolerated. He was sharp, cold, and precise, a presence that demanded attention. Yet behind the suit and the stern expressions, there was another side to him. Around family, his walls came down. The sharp edges softened. He became gentle and caring. To most, he was unapproachable. But to the few he allowed close, he was everything he seemed not to be. --- What happens when aarav asks Riya's hand in marriage for convenience? Would their story only be limited to convenience? Or will the two lives bloom into something beautiful? --- Age gap (6 years) Arranged marriage Trauma healing Slow burn --- #2 in india (29.04.2026 and more)

He wasn't heartless. Just... unconvinced. Of love. Of women. Of promises that sound too pretty to be true. She wasn't broken. Just quietly aching. To be seen. To be wanted for who she is, not who she's expected to be. He inherited empires. She inherited emptiness. And when fate ties them together, love doesn't enter gently- It cracks the walls, shakes the ground, and demands to be felt. Loving Through Your Darkness Two hearts. One lie. And a love story neither of them believed they deserved.

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

"𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘆,𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." ------------ Love series #1 --- India is known for its grand and lavish weddings-where every family dreams of making the day unforgettable. But this isn't just any wedding. This is a royal affair, uniting two powerful dynasties-one rooted in ancient legacy, the other built from the ground up through sheer determination. It was meant to be the wedding of the century. But what happens when one of the most crucial people in the ceremony fails to show up? Whispers began to float through the opulent hall. Eyes turned toward the figure sitting alone-confused, abandoned, and judged. The air thickened with gossip, and honor was at stake. To protect their pride, to silence society's tongue, they made a decision. A replacement was found. A replacement to uphold reputation... A replacement to protect dignity... A replacement for love? .................

She had no one left to talk to. So she talked to him - a man who would never reply. For five years, Vaanika Subramaniam poured her soul into the DMs of a stranger. Not for attention. Not for love. Just to survive. To feel like someone, somewhere, might be listening. To the grief clawing at her chest. To the rage of growing up in a house that fed on silence. To the pain of being a girl the world tried to break - gently, slowly, and then all at once. That stranger? Ekaansh Vashisth. Actor. Icon. Lie. India's most beloved face - with a smile curated to perfection and eyes that forgot how to feel. At 34, he's drowning under fame, betrayal, and the unbearable noise of being wanted by everyone but loved by no one. Until one night - In the haze of heartbreak and insomnia - He opens his DMs. And finds 20,000 messages. From her. Messages that read like confessions. Like poetry. Like someone saw him without ever looking. And for the first time in years - he listens. While he is finally heard. What begins as curiosity becomes obsession. Because her whispers sound like home. Because she was unraveling - and he was the thread she didn't know she was clinging to. - This is not a love story. This is two broken people whispering into the void - and somehow, finding each other there. An age-gap slow burn. A story of unseen love, aching silence, and the way two strangers can unknowingly become each other's lifeline.

In the quiet town of Dehradun, where the mountains breathe old stories and the winds carry forgotten names, a baby's cry pierces the silence..changing everything. Rudra lives with a past buried in shadows and a ten-month-old child clinging to hope. Aadhvita, soft-spoken and shrouded in silk, is thrust into his life not by choice, but by a twist of cruel fate. She doesn't know his truth. He doesn't understand her silence. And yet, their hearts begin to stir... cautiously, like strangers drawn to a familiar song. But behind the lullabies, there are secrets. Why did he leave everything behind? Why does the child look at her like he's known her forever? And what happens when two broken people start to build something real-while the world watches, whispers, and waits? "Love didn't knock. It quietly walked in, holding a baby." A tale of love unasked for, of a bond born in shadows, and the kind of quiet longing that never leaves once it arrives.