( 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 #𝟏) "Alright this is getting out of my head, just out with it, who is she?" His best friend asked him.. "MERI HONE WALI BIWI AND THE FUTURE QUEEN OF RAJASTHAN" He responded determinedly, glancing at her direction intensely. __ "I have seen girls falling for me but didn't you fall too soon sweetheart" He whispered, as his lips curled into a smirk. "Nahi Mein un Dewaani larkiyon ki tarah nai hun jo apko dekh ke phisal jaun yuvraaj" She mocked him he was amused at her comeback. "Then I'll make sure you that you fall for me sweetheart" Veeransh and Maithili both doesn't want to get tied into a sacred bond of Marriga but fate plays it Role. The story revolves around in the modern yer desi era.. Jaipur Rajasthan, The Royal king Veeransh Singh Rathore who doesn't want to get married but got tied into a sacred bond of Marriage. Maithili Rajvansh a princess she doesn't like to her get Ruled by anyone, and against the marriage for her own reasons but her life turns upside down when she got married to the Royal king how she will managed to accept those new changes in her life. CHECK OUT THE BOOK TO GET THE ANSWERS.

"You think John would've ever made you feel like this?" I asked darkly, lips brushing her nipple as my fingers circled her again. "You think he would've claimed you like I will?" She whimpered. And when I pushed two fingers inside her, her knees buckled. "Say it," I demanded. "Say you're mine." She shook her head, biting her lip. "I hate you." "Then hate me while I fuck you," I snarled, lifting her up with one arm under her thighs and carrying her to the bed of straw and soft woven sheets they'd laid out like a royal gift. I laid her down like a queen, but I wasn't here to worship. Not tonight. I was here to destroy. ❀.•°°•.✿.•°°•.❀ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. A chaotic 20-year-old girl. A 38-year-old billionaire with a past soaked in blood. And one forest mistake that ended in a forced tribal marriage. She thought she'd drive him crazy. He thought he'd never fall. But fate had a different game- one with bullets, betrayals, and a heartbeat that refused to stop. When love becomes war, and death becomes a lie... 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? ___________________________________________ ⚠️HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT | 18+⚠️ ⚠️ Spicy scenes ahead. 18+ only. Fully consensual & guideline-friendly.🔞 Started : 18 April 2025 Ended : 2 June 2025

In which I fall in love with my brother's best friend. ***** "Don't pretend like you don't feel anything." His voice is low, sending shivers down my spine. "What do you mean?" "You know damn well what I mean." "I don't know what you're talking about." I pretend to ignore him, flipping some pages in my book. "Come on. I have all these assignments waiting. Aren't you supposed to teach me tonight?" "It depends on what you want me to teach." He smirks, his voice sounding even more dangerous. ***** I thought that my brother was the most popular guy in school, but as soon as I step into my university life, I realize how wrong I was. Meet Vaughn Cooper, his best friend. The guy is the epitome of every girl's dream. Godlike handsome. The quarterback. He's got the looks, and he's got the brain. Come on, he's got the scholarship to one of the most prestigious universities in the country, while I have just barely passed the entrance examination after long years of struggle during high school. How could a guy who worked that hard and deserves nothing more but adoration be labeled as a bad boy? Yeah, the answer is simple. The moment we lock eyes, I realize something as I stare into those piercing, amber eyes. He's not every girl's dream. He's every girl's nightmare. In my case, MY nightmare. Calm down, heart. Our story hasn't even started. ***** THE SPENCERS SERIES BOOK #1 © 2020 Anya Jayvyn. All Rights Reserved. (Content warning: This book has descriptive sexual content, explicit language, and triggering themes)

#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 "𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧" 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 "She endured the pain of her family's neglect, yearning for the love and care that always seemed just out of reach. He, on the other hand, had a family that cared, but was betrayed by the one person he trusted most. For him, trusting anyone seemed impossible. After all, "loving someone is easy, but trusting them... that's the real challenge." Then, destiny intervened, weaving their paths together through an arranged bond, determined to heal their unseen scars. The bitter enemies who despised each other for years were bound by fate, destined to become soulmates for lifetimes. "𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚, 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒎𝒔, 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒖𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆." 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 is a whirlwind of laughter, endless family drama, and chaos, with a slow-burn romance that might just make you cringe and blush. Proceed with caution... and read at your own risk! [Not my best work, but do check out my other books. ;⁠) ] Tropes : ~ Rom-Com ~ Drama ~ Arranged Marriage ~ Past ~ Enemies to lovers ~ CEO x Chef ~ Slow-burn #𝟒 & #𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 (𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟏𝟎) 𝟑𝟎 & 𝟑𝟏 𝐀𝐮𝐠 '𝟐𝟓 #1 in Wattpadindia 13/01/25 #1 in Happyending 07/02/25 #1 in fictional 26/06/25 #1 in Wattpadromance 12/08/25

"𝓐 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷..." Reyaansh Singh Rathore, the Hukum Sa of Rajasthan and King of India, ruled with an iron fist. He was known for his unrivaled handsomeness and immense wealth, but he kept his emotions, especially love for his family, hidden behind a wall of stoicism. His Achilles' heel, his uncontrollable anger, was a red flag that threatened his rule. In fits of rage, he lashed out at anyone, oblivious who are they to him.However, Reyansh's life took a turn when he met someone extraordinary. This person managed to break through his anger, and for the first time, he realized that he wasn't the center of the universe. Aira Sharma, a sweet, fun-loving girl, had always been the embodiment of inner and outer beauty. Yet, her life had been confined within the strict bounds of her family's expectations. Unseen sorrows haunted her from the past, locking away secrets she couldn't share with anyone.However, everything changed when fate intervened, leading her to a person whose presence shattered her isolation. In their shared moments, Aira discovered that she wasn't alone in her struggles. Be a witness of this story of Reyansh and Aira Their love story is a reminder that when two people learn to love and accept one another, they can overcome any obstacle.

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

📚 Silk and Smoke Where silk whispers and smoke lingers, their love story begins. She's couture and command. He's chaos in quiet. Together - they could rewrite fate... or set it on fire. Ivikaa Ambani - the heiress who stitched Paris into her bones and stitched shut her heart. "Silk drips from her touch, fire hums beneath her ribs - Ivikaa, the princess of Paris by design." Adwait Agnivanshi - a man molded by Mumbai's alleys and armed with silence sharper than any scream. "Smoke doesn't scream - it smothers. Adwait, born from Mumbai's cracks, raised in its shadows." Between the bruises of power and the hush of devotion, their story unfolds - slow, aching, inevitable. Because when silk meets smoke... something always catches fire. Tropes : Billionaire X Billionaire Rich X Royal Paris X Mumbai Eldest Daughter X Youngest Son Fashion Designer X 10th Fail Spotlight X Shadows Ambani X Agnivanshi Silk X Smoke No cheating Trope!

𝓐𝓷 𝓪𝓻𝓻𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 "He didn't touch me on our wedding night-not even a glance that felt like a beginning. I told myself I wouldn't fall. That I wouldn't love a man who kept the door to his heart bolted shut. But I did. In the way he said my name when he was tired. In the way he protected me without admitting it. I fell for a man who didn't want a wife. And every day, I wondered if being his wasn't enough to be his." ~ "I married her, not for love-but for peace. I told myself she was just a name on paper, not someone who'd turn my world upside down. I was cold, distant. Maybe even cruel. But she stayed. She smiled when I didn't deserve it. She made a stranger's house feel like something I wanted to come home to. And without warning-I fell. Now I can't look at her without wondering how I ever thought I could live untouched by her love." Under editing