Ira Ranawat lived a quiet, secluded life in London. She did bartending at night, was a librarian in the day. It didn't pay her bills, but money wasn't what she worked for. For her, life had always been bound to the four walls of her room. Being born in an influential family as a bastard child doesn't allow you much freedom. So, when she was set free, she took the chance and never looked back. The only rule she had to follow? Never step back in India. Easy, right? It was. Until one fine evening, at the stroke of midnight, the sturdy door of the club opened, revealing the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Ira made a mistake. She fell for the man she was never destined to meet, let alone find a happy ending with. And lo and behold, loving someone, as always, only took from her. Leaving her abandoned, again. Tragic, isn't it? Well, that's how all epic love stories end.

Featured @WattpadIndia, @Romance ❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐞𝐱𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐈 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥.❞ ⚛⚛⚛ Atharva Saxena is a 28-year-old renowned billionaire but not your pampered rich man who is handed everything on a silver platter. He has more to himself than he lets on, his brutal reality hidden under his façade, all of it after surviving a traumatic experience that is darker than his black custom suits and haunts him every day. He doesn't expect anything more from life, having seen enough, but life has plans for him, one that involves a specific woman who may or may not change him completely. The 26-year-old beauty, Aahana Kapoor, is the daughter of a billionaire but not your snobby, rich bitch, rather sweet, fierce, and loyal. In her heart, she knew she was destined to marry Atharva from the very first time she saw his picture before their arranged marriage. So, what will happen when she realizes Atharva has no desire for women and avoids them like a plague under any and every circumstance? Will she be able to penetrate her way into his heart and slip under his skin? [UNEDITED]

Her husband. Her nightmare. Her Devil. Her lover. He is back. Bound by blood, fuelled by vengeance. A legacy of sin. A fate she cannot escape.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 3 𝐨𝐟 Royals Trilogy Digging into secrets was Kainaat's favourite hobby. Until she found that her entire life was one. A lost heir. A stolen legacy. A life built on lies. Betrayal shadows every step. Revenge calls louder than reason. And the line between justice and vengeance blurs with every choice she makes. Two paths lie before her-one bathed in shadows, driven by vengeance; the other, a desperate hope for justice and redemption. As betrayals surface and old wounds rip open, the war for the crown, and for her soul, reaches its endgame. The royals who shaped her past are about to face their reckoning. But before the war ends, Kainaat must decide, will she expose their sins or become one of them? Will she be a royal forsaken by blood... or a royal reborn by fire?

*Formerly His Desire* "You think you want me, but I don't think you could handle what I would do to you." His stare is relentless. I smooth my hands down over my nightdress, feeling his words glide across my skin. "I could..." "I'm not sure I would be the kind, gentle lover your sweet Caspian would be," he warns quietly. ----- As a Princess, Kiva is always in danger. So much so, one night, her home is broken into, where it is revealed her attempted killer is her mate. Before she has a chance to speak to him, he vanishes into the night. For her protection, a dark and dangerous mercenary is ordered to keep guard of her, and as time passes, Kiva finds herself desiring him more and more. All while trying to find her elusive mate, and deny feelings for a man who may lead her right to the truth.

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

"Let me get this straight," Danish's voice is sharp, his disbelief barely masked. "You want me to pretend to be in love with you?" Kiara tilts her head, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "No, Malhotra. I want you to pretend you never stopped." For as long as Kiara Oberoi could remember, life had been a race she was never allowed to lose. And standing in her way at every turn? Danish Malhotra. Her biggest rival. Her greatest weakness. The boy who knew exactly how to ruin her. They spent their years locked in battle-academic rankings, debate championships, internships, and scholarships-neither willing to give the other an inch. They fought in front of the whole world. They fought when no one was watching. And somewhere in between all those fights, between the sharp words and long stares- they fell. It started with a project that forced them together. Forced them to see past the rivalry, past the competition, past the carefully built walls. Forced them to face the fact that they understood each other in ways no one else ever had. They fought for years-until one night, she gave him everything. And the next day? She destroyed him. "I could never love someone who doesn't even know his own origins." And then, she left. No warnings. No explanations. Just silence. Now, she's back. Same fire. Same hunger. Same boy she left behind-only now, he's colder, crueler, untouchable. And this time, they aren't just academic rivals. They're business enemies. And she needs him to fake date her. She isn't leaving without him this time. She says it's to win a war. He knows it's to win him back. But some fires never die- And this time, they might burn for real.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 - 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

#2 in The Shaktawat Sisters | Completed Avantika Kanwar Shaktawat x Garv Singh Chauhan • • He falls for her when his best friend mentions her name during his final year of college life. He was unaware how she looks and how she speaks until he met her at a wedding. He waited for 10 years as she was too young to understand the concept of love. After years, he is arrested in the murder case of a famous music director. Destiny makes him face her as she is one of the members of the investigation team. He loves her and she refuses to fall for him as she believes he is an immature guy in the body of a grown up man.

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.