|| BOOK THREE IN ROYALTY SERIES || ᴀ Qᴜᴇᴇɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴜʟᴇ. ᴀ ʟɪᴏɴ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴᴛ ɴᴇᴇᴅ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴋɪɴɢ. LOKI X JIGNASA When the deceived assassin enters the territory of jagnya, to lit the kingdom in a wildfire, A spark is ignited. Born with slavery in his veins he fells into love with someone who despises everything which is not royal. They both are cunning, cruel and malicious. Here opposite does not attract. "Look at you, your royal highness, lying all naked under me, yearning for my single touch" CONTENT WARNING:- if you can't handle a strong woman or a woman who does not satisfy your social norms then this book is not for you. If you cannot handle a mannerless egoistic man then this book is not for you. Updates will start after Baisa will be completed.

Book 2 of "When We Met" series❤️

Raina has seen heartbreak up close. She has felt the pain of it once in her life and had sworn to never do love again. But, yet again, what's life if it doesn't flip your plans upside down? Cut to a stranger in her house, Vinay, the supposed family friend that her parents claim she's met once in her childhood and someone who will be staying over for the entire month that she's back home for. He's charming, infuriating, far too comfortable in her space, and somehow always finds a way to get under her skin. One summer vacation. Two strangers sharing one home. What could go wrong?

Ruhika Mehta (26) does not believe in fairy tales but love.She values stability and finds purpose in building a life she can stand on her own. Shivansh Kapoor (30) believes in earning respect rather than demanding it. His world runs on balance sheets, compliance reports, and quiet leadership - but beneath that composed exterior is a man who feels deeply and loves deliberately. They agree to an arranged marriage, the story does not begin with love but with choice utterly unprepared for what what happen when love knocks the doors of their hearts 💌

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

They told him to marry a queen. He chose to burn a kingdom for a girl who had nothing. Prince Alfred of Verdalia has everything: wealth, power, and a crown waiting to be claimed. But he craves the one thing he was never allowed to touch: me. I am Maria Daniella Rodriguez. I am stubborn, reckless, and entirely ordinary. I am the girl he kissed once in Madrid, and the girl he found again when the world told him to forget. Our love is treason. Every stolen touch is a scandal that could topple a throne. We are trapped in a game where duty is the heaviest burden, and hearts are the first thing to be sacrificed. In a world where crowns are heavier than hearts, we are forced to choose: The love that could destroy us, or the throne that was never ours to begin with.

Gurjot Singh Virk was the CM's right hand man who carried power in one hand and gun in the other.... And Ira Sharma? She was the complete opposite. Loud, dramatic, Extrovert, obsessed with makeup, crop tops, and annoying him every chance she gets. The girl who fell for him at first sight. But loving Gurjot Singh Virk was never going to be easy. Because according to him... She is too young, Too immature, Too dangerous for his peace. And most importantly... Forbidden. Because she is his brother's sister in law. He kept pushing her away... Scolding her at the smallest things, ignoring her efforts, pretending she meant nothing to him. While Ira kept loving him anyway... Even when he acted like she was nothing... But somewhere between midnight fights, hidden care, jealousy, and stolen glances.. The man who feared loving her the most slowly became the one who couldn't breathe without her. He became obsessed with her... now leaving her wasn't an option But the real question is... does she still feel the same for him as before??? Welcome to a story where she fell first, But he fell harder.

He was everything she wanted and she was everything he was running from. Crush, that's what Amelia thought she had on her Brother's best friend but she couldn't do anything about it as he was 11 years older than her and most importantly married to a bitch. But now five years later, he is all alone in her hometown, Manhattan. He is not married anymore but he is still a decade older than her and in a way forbidden to her. But does she care? Absolutely not. He is not the same man she knew five years ago, he is the man whose shadow is enough to haunt people's entire existence. He is what we call a devil in disguise, feared by even the gods per say. Bound by his own demons he is trying nothing but to live his life without any sight of love but that's impossible when a little girl, who lives and breathes in love and kindness, wants to bring light to his dark world. But at the end of the day it's darkness which overpowers the light. She wanted to fix him and now he wants to ruin her and make her his possession, and nothing in the world has the power to change what the devil wants in his destiny. She knew he was dangerous the moment her beautiful forest green orbs met his dark and lifeless onyx ones and yet let him in. She knew it would be dangerous to go near him. But danger was what she attracted, and now she was all his to break and there's nothing that can stop him from doing that. Because after all "𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤."

A single father who never stopped loving his first wife. A second wife who promised herself she wouldn't fall for him, but did anyway.

Giving birth is not a crime-but society makes sure it feels like one the moment a woman delivers a daughter instead of a son. The moment she gives birth to daughters instead of "at least one boy," her worth is dragged through the dirt and questioned, as if she alone is responsible for fate itself. In such a society, a woman is reduced to a single role: to satisfy her husband and function like a machine meant only to produce children, preferably male heirs. Love, respect, and dignity become conditional-tied not to who she is, but to what she can produce. And when her womb gives the "wrong" result, she is blamed, shamed, and broken piece by piece. A girl is treated like a burden; no matter how strong, brilliant, or worthy she is, she is never enough simply because she is not born with XY chromosomes. Meanwhile, a boy is glorified as the one destined to rule the world, to carry forward the family name, and to embody pride and power. And so, a woman is punished for something that was never her fault-condemned not by biology, but by the cruelty of society.