The story is set in a time when there used to be kings and queens. In the kingdom of Shravangarh, a girl is married to her King, her bestfriend, the one who knows her by heart.The beginning of their relationship is the beginning of war. So is their marriage just a responsibility or something else? This is a story about a Queen who is obsessed with her husband and a King who crazy about his wife. ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence) so proceed with caution. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. Readers discretion is advised.

The heart is a complicated thing, it's supposed to keep you alive. Situated in the left side of your chest, pumping blood through your body to keep you going. Then, Nandini wonders, how can it betray her like this. It's supposed to beat for Nandini, with the sole purpose of keeping her alive, so how can it start beating for someone else? 18+

Fated Bonds, Unwritten Destinies Sadhvika Aggrawal's life changed in the blink of an eye. One moment, she was holding her grandmother's frail hand, whispering prayers for her to stay. The next, she was bound to a man she barely knew. A marriage forced upon her in the last breath of the woman she loved the most. For six months, Aarvansh remained a shadow in her life, oceans away in a foreign land, untouched by the weight of their vows. But now, he is returning. Two strangers tied by fate, yet divided by distance and indifference. Will their forced union crumble under its own weight, or will destiny carve a new path-one neither of them ever saw coming? On the other side... Shivaksh is a man who never loses. When he sets his eyes on something, he makes it his-no matter the cost. And Adhvisha? She was never meant to be a pawn in this ruthless game of power and control. Sold by the very family that should have protected her, she ran, desperate for freedom. But Shivaksh doesn't let what's his escape. With the barrel of a gun and fire in his eyes, he bound her to him in a marriage of force, not love. Now, she stands before him-a storm in human form, unwilling to bend, unwilling to break. In a battle of wills and emotions, who will win? The captor or the captive? Two stories. Two souls entangled in the hands of fate. Will love bloom from the ashes of force, or will these bonds shatter beyond repair? Wait for the chapters of my book to find out... Love From. Hiraa🤍🧿

"You're mine to hurt, mine to love, and mine to cure. No other man is allowed to even wander around you." "You don't own me Rehaan Sa." "Yes I do Ash." The story of a forced marriage who tries to find its way to their heart. But him? His heart is of rock. Under the strong torture of revenge, will Iravika find her way to his heart?

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 STANDALONE NOVEL! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐗 𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐈) "𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠." 🌹 When 𝑽𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂, an outspoken doctor, dares to challenge 𝑯𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚, the ruthless and power-hungry chief minister, she unknowingly seals her fate. Her defiance ignites his fury, and in a move of revenge, he forces her into a marriage she never wanted. But Vaishali isn't one to surrender-if he wants a battle, she's ready to give him one. What begins as a war of dominance turns into something far more dangerous as secrets unravel and hidden identities come to light. Beneath her white coat, Vaishali carries a past that could shake the very foundations of power Hemansh stands on. As the lines between love and hate blur, so do the rules of the game they're playing. In a world where power is everything, will love be their greatest strength-or their ultimate downfall? 📚✨ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬! 🙏 📖 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭! 💖

As she bends down, exposing the soft skin of her inner thighs, her pants hugging every curve. Adam's cock throbs, his restraint snapping. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵?" he growls, yanking her flush against him, his fingers digging into her waist. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵." "𝑵-𝑵𝒐.. 𝒎𝒏𝒏 " she moans His cock presses hard against her, making her shudder. He chuckles, low and dark. "𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦." Warning: This story contains themes that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Please proceed with caution⚠️

This isn't love. This is something far more perilous. A dark romance between two souls who should have stayed strangers... but can't. He is feared by all. Arjun Deshmukh, ruthless, dangerous, the man who does the dirty work of the rich and powerful. Blood and money built his empire. She is gentle, soft, untouched. Ishita - his second wife, married not for love, but for necessity. A schoolteacher who became a mother to his children, but never his wife. Two different worlds. One house. And a forbidden desire that could ruin them both. Because even the King of Darkness can't fight what he isn't supposed to feel.

"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.