"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?

In the holy chaos of Banaras, where temple bells echo through centuries and the Ganga flows with stories of faith, lives Ganga Thakur - a girl of silence and strength. A neurosurgeon -in-the-making, she stitches bones by day and folds her hands before Lord Shiva by night. Her world is one of prayers, purpose, and poise - where tradition sits beside ambition, and love is not a weakness, but a vow. Hundreds of miles away, in the shadowed streets of Udaipur, a different empire breathes. Built on blood, secrets, and iron discipline - it's ruled by Yudhveer Singh Ranawat, the mafia don no one dares to name out loud. Born royal but bathed in ruthlessness, Yudhveer believes in control, not destiny. In bullets, not bhajans. Where Ganga offers flowers to a shivling, Yudhveer offers nothing - not even a second glance. He has only one rule: never feel. She has only one flaw: she feels too much. When their worlds collide - not with love, but with obligation - the storm that follows will test everything. Faith against fire. Steel against soul. A girl who bows to a god... and a man who thinks he is one. This isn't just a marriage. It's a battleground. __________________________________________________________________________________ Make sure to read the prompts 💋🧿 Do not copy 🤏🏻😔💋

𓆩♡𓆪 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟒 𝐨𝐟 "𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✧ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ✧ 𓆩✦𓆪 ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏɴᴇ 𓆩✦𓆪 ━━━━━━━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━━━━━━━ 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕... One was forbidden by rules. The other was forbidden by fate. 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 - the cold, untouchable professor whose past turned him into stone. A man feared by many, felt by none. 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 - the quiet dancer who hid storms beneath grace, and loved a man who never saw her... until she stopped looking back. He was duty. She was desire. He taught discipline. She lived through chaos. He crushed her love. She buried it... along with her innocence. But fate has a cruel sense of humour - Because just when she begins to forget him... He decides he can't forget her. ❝ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞. ❞ Now, he wants her. Not with love. But with an obsession that burns like sin. 𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒂... 𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓. A tale of silence and scars, of a girl who loved too deeply, and a man who felt too late. 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 (🔞) This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18

People don't fall in love all at once. They fall in glances. In arguments. In moments so ordinary, you don't realize something irreversible is happening. Until it's too late. --- "Do you think people always leave?" she asks, her voice barely above a whisper. "Why do you ask?" She shrugs. "Just a thought." They weren't supposed to matter to each other. It was supposed to be a passing chapter. A collision, not a connection. But fate doesn't ask what you're ready for. Amidst the flickering glow of wedding lights, stolen glances, and unspoken words, their worlds collided in ways neither could have foreseen. --- "Jealous already?" he teased, that familiar smirk tugging at his lips. "Should I be flattered?" "As if," she scoffed, but her voice gave her away. --- The way he looked at her - like she was the only person in the world who made sense - scared her more than she could admit. "I'm leaving tonight," she whispered. He froze. "What?" --- Three years passed. And yet, he was still waiting. Now they've met again. The moment their eyes lock, it all comes rushing back. The laughter. The ache. The words they never said. ...... at least for him. Because she doesn't remember.

"Some coincidences are more than divine-they're Devine." A Spiritual and Divine story ✨️ A soft romance with a pitch of laughter🌷 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙮 💌🔱 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒈𝒐𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚? 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕 ♡ He was all The 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑽𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒖 𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 . She was all The 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗 herself. 𝗠𝗲𝗲𝘁 𝗔𝘃𝘆𝘂𝗸𝘁 and 𝗞𝘂𝗺𝘂𝗱 ~💗 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝗵 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀-𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗱𝘀, 𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝘁𝗲. H𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝘀𝗺𝗶𝗰 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗿𝘃𝗲𝗿. S𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗲𝗿𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗺𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗲𝗿. 𝗧𝗼𝗴𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘀 ♡