Saari duniya se jeet ke main aaya hoon idhar, Tere aage hi main haara kiya tune kya asar....✿⁠ BOOK 1 of series RED & SAFFRON She left India with a dream. She didn't know she was carrying a promise with her. AADHYA SHARMA has always fought for her future. Bold, ambitious, and academically brilliant, she earns a fully funded scholarship to Lomonosov Moscow State University-her chance to escape a family that believes a girl's freedom can ruin reputations. But her victory comes with a condition: a promise to her father that could one day cost her everything. Russia is unfamiliar, cold, and unforgiving. So is ARSEN MIKHAIL VOLKOV. Quiet, guarded, and impossible to read, Arsen is nothing like the people Aadhya is used to. Their first meetings are filled with sharp words, clashing opinions, and undeniable irritation. They argue. They disagree. They challenge each other at every step. What begins as pure annoyance slowly turns into something neither of them planned-or wanted. Between academic pressure, cultural differences, unspoken pasts, and a promise hanging over Aadhya's head, emotions become dangerous territory. Especially when both of them have learned, in different ways, that love is never simple. Set in the heart of Moscow, this is a slow-burn, enemies-to-lovers story about ambition, resistance, unspoken feelings, and the fine line between control and surrender. Some promises are made to protect dreams. Others exist to destroy them. And neither of them is ready for what this one will cost. NOTE - This story focuses on emotions, slow burn, and character depth. No explicit smut. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- #1 - Wattpadindia (23-02-26) #1 - Romcom (25-02-26) #1 - Softromance (11-03-26)

𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐨𝐟 " 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐌 " Changed from 'expeditously destined' to - Meant to be She has biggest crush on her brother's bestfriend but she was unaware how messed her life would become. Phase 1 A spoiled princess - Anika Mehta, the only daughter of Desai family with two protective elder brothers. She's quite innocent and childish but dont underestimate her because she's quite sassy and witty,she got everything whether its love from her family , money and luxurious lifestyle. From a people pleaser to IDGAF attitude Harshil Gupta , being a handsome doctor with whom anygirl would fall in love with both- his physical attractiveness and personality who loves discipline and consistency, and is very career oriented , but he didn't even care about girls. But what about Anika? Because he just considers her as his bestfriends sister *as per his words.* She's chaotic and enjoys the life meanwhile he is like a Robot who works with his schedule mostly. ***** His AngryBird His Phooljhadi ***** A multiple couple romance novel Three couples and Three love stories

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

❝She was just a game to him...until he lost her forever ❞

It was Gulaal's first day after marriage. After completing her Teej fast and rituals, she entered her husband's room-only to see her husband with another woman. CM Rana Sarvagya Singh Shekhawat was on the bed, holding his girlfriend in his arms. The sight shocked Gulaal so much that the puja thali slipped from her hands. Hearing the noise, Sarvagya and his girlfriend turned to look at her. "You-you are the same girl whom Sarvagya bought for himself?" His Girlfriend Damisha, staring at Gulaal's frightened face, continued mockingly, "Why, does it hurt to see another woman in your husband's arms? Actually, this Rana-sa isn't really a husband at all..." Hearing her, Gulaal's anger flared. Looking straight at her husband, she said bitterly: "I don't even consider a man who goes around sleeping here and there as a man. Such a person is called a dog." Saying this, she walked away to her own room where the servants also lived. She went to remove her jewelry at the table-when suddenly, she realized someone had closed the door behind her. Before she could even turn around, someone grabbed her by the waist and pressed their lips hard against hers.

Book Three of the 'Twisted Desire' Series.

The Nayak Sisters - Book 1 39 years old, Srishti Nayak is a protective elder sister to her siblings, a successful business woman however her 'Donna' side is unknown to the world. Except him!!! Sameer Jasodaben Shah aka Sameer. Her secretary, her confidant, her right hand wingman and her secret HUSBAND!!! He likes her...She doesn't know! Will he ever be able to confess it to her? Ummm...we don't know 🥲 After all it's never easy being Medusa's Husband/Secretary 🙃

This is Phase 4. The first three phases are posted on my Instagram account; you can read them from there. My Instagram account:- author._.sree This is a Multicouple book❣️ With troupes:- •Mafia King x Criminal Lawyer •Don Businessman x IRS Officer • Mobster x Model • Mafia girl x Brother's Bodyguard

Brotherhood Billionaire #3 Dedication ~ To All The Girls Who Had A Crush And Got Their Hearts Broken. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~●~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She was just an acquaintance for him seven years back. Noting should have changed even now. But now his obsession with her is touching new heights. Veer Pratap Singh Rana next in line to take over his generation old Real estate business. His goal is to make his late father proud. Rude and arrogant. The only thing he has time for is his family and business. But now he has an obsession. Aarna Rao had everything one day and lost everything in the blink of an eye. She fell and she rose even higher. Bubbly and loved by all who meet her. Only one man matters to her. Whom she can't hurt. She thought that her obsession with a certain Man was over years ago. Who broke her heart. What will happen when destiny binds them in a marriage. Her Obsession ended His started. Mature !! ( 18+)

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​