✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯ She walks like royalty. He moves like a storm. She commands courtrooms with fire. He rules boardrooms in silence. She hides pain behind sharp words. He buries his behind calm eyes. She trusts no one. He lets no one close. She is rage wrapped in grace. He is restraint edged with danger. She used to laugh. He used to be the reason. . . . . RITIKA SINGH RATHORE Born into Rajasthan's most powerful royal family, Ritika is the pampered princess. But she is a Queen of her own world by strength and sheer will. A fierce lawyer feared in courtrooms, her silence is sharper than most screams. But behind that cold brilliance is a past steeped in blood and betrayal. She used to be the third-in-command of the Indian underworld, but now she doesn't even look at that direction. ADWAIT SINGHANIA A self-made billionaire forged by pain, Adwait rose from the ashes of a brutal past. He thinks like a strategist, moves like a soldier and trusts no one with his heart. He is only cheerful around his family and for others, he is nothing more than a silent storm. Once the second-in-command of India's deadliest crime syndicate, he has now cut ties with the crime world. Reason? No one knows. They were once each other's biggest supporter and secret keeper. Until one night shattered it all. Yet, years later, fate throws them together again. Not as friends. Not as enemies. But as two people bound by a past that refuses to die. Because the past isn't done with them yet. Enemies are watching. Alliances are shifting. And every heartbeat draws them deeper into a war they thought they had left behind. This isn't just a second chance. It's a collision course. This is not a love story, not yet. This is a battlefield and their hearts are the most dangerous weapons of all. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫

Is cheating always meant to be physical? What if he emotionally betrays you? But what do you call it when your husband shares his dreams, emotions, victories, and time with another woman... slowly forgets that you even exist? (Short story)

" karthik please meri bat suno yar.... " chup ho jao Ridhima....I beg you please be silent " my eyes turned disbelief and it hurts the man who used to listen to me with his whole heart now begging me to not utter a word. I didn't say anything, because I knew nothing would change. Before I realized, we were already at my parents' house. Stopping the car, he got out, came to my side, and opened the door. "Karthik, please... ek baar. Just once, hear me out," I pleaded, but his expression didn't change. Suddenly, he lifted me out of the car. "Andar jao, Ridhima. Aur us ghar mein kabhi pair mat rakhna." He put me down making me shake my head as my voice stopped for the word I was going to speak. Saying this, he left. "Is this the end?" I asked myself in disbelief as my vision blurred from the unstoppable tears. RIDHIMA ARORA Ridhima Arora, 23, was a bubbly and outspoken girl who still lived with her parents like a little kid, always brightening everyone's mood with her cheesy talk. After completing her MSc, her parents convinced her to marry. At first, she refused-but the moment she saw him, she blurted out, "Hayee, shaadi toh main isi se hi karungi... pura Theo James ki copy hai!" Her excitement, however, shattered the moment she stepped into his house, where she discovered everyone was secretly plotting against him. KARTHIK OBEROI A 28 year old a successful CA, was born into luxury and endless love-until the day tragedy struck and he lost both his parents. Forced to live with his uncle and aunt, he grew up surrounded by masked affection, never realizing they were plotting to strip him of his inheritance under the lie of debts. Yet, in the midst of betrayal and loss, he found Ridhima. As his wife, she became not just his partner but his true home-loving him with warmth and fighting for him with the fierce devotion of the family he had lost. Limit khatam hogai discription ki ~ Thank you 💋

Maybe sometimes love needs a second chance because it was not ready for the first time 🥀... Ekansh Malohtra a youngest buisness tycoon (28).. A man who is as strong as iron but her weakness is her daughter... Ruhi malohtra a 2 year girl wrap her around her fingers .In malohtra family there is something missing that is A female ... ekansh mother left her father... ekansh wife died while giving birth to Ruhi .. making his heart block for all emotions.... he has his father,his younger brother and her daughter. but his family wanted him to get married ... for the sake of her daughter he decided to marry her friend but what will happen when she will leave the mandap before marriage?? Ruhanika Sharma belongs to elite family... A strong, rebellious girl , sharp tongue... studying law (23years ) ... though she has a joint family but only person who cares for her is grandfather.... and she loves him a lot... Won't tell you much about story you have to read it and find yourself Tropes * grumpy ×sunshine * Single father *Second chance * Rom com ... Well if you have read my prior novels you must know my fictions are roller coaster so you will find every feelings. I hope you will have a good time reading this and you better vote and comment 🔪🙂

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.

It all started with a tea post. Fun, quirky, and a little too clever for its own good. The anonymous page, simply titled "Spill the manuscript ," had a habit of dishing out scandalous truths about popular authors. At first, it was petty gossip-about a ghostwriter, who was faking book signings, who plagiarized fanfiction. The book community laughed, gossiped, and watched the follower count climb for the tea page. Until the first body was found. Three days after the page posted a scathing exposé on bestselling romance author , her body turned up in the nearby forest with her latest book on her chest . At first, it seemed like a sick coincidence. Then came another thriller writer accused by the page of manipulating his way onto the bestseller list. Three days later, he was found dead in his library with his latest book on his chest. By the time the third author died, the pattern was undeniable. A new post. Three days. A body. The book community panicked. Interviews were canceled. Signings were suspended. And still, "Spill the manuscript" kept posting. Fun. Quirky. Deadly. Each murder mirrored something mentioned in the post. Each post hinted at secrets no one should've known. And each victim was killed in a way that symbolized their work. The killer wasn't just spilling tea. They were scripting death. And with every sip, the countdown began again...

Ayah X Aaron "𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐡," I pleaded, my voice hoarse from lack of sleep. My eyes burned, the result of two days without rest. "𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞." She stared at the floor blankly, avoiding my gaze. The room swirled around us, a dizzying mix of emotions too thick to breathe through. I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pounding headache that had taken up residence in my skull. "Please, Mr. Russo, sign the divorce," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the thudding of my heart. "Again, Mr. Russo?" I echoed, incredulous. What had happened to her? Why was she behaving like this? I rose from the couch, my legs shaky, and knelt in front of her. My knees hit the cold marble floor with a resounding thud. "Stop doing this to me. I can't live without you, please." I pleaded, not the ruthless mafia boss my enemies feared, but a man desperate to save his marriage. If my enemies saw me now, they would think the mighty Russell was dead, replaced by this broken shell of a man. Ayah shook her head, a lone tear escaping her eye and tracing a path down her cheek. It felt like a knife digging into my heart, each drop of her sorrow piercing me deeper. "Can't you understand? I don't want to live like this anymore," she yelled, her voice cracking under the weight of her anguish. I nodded, defeated. "Okay, I'm letting you go." With trembling hands, I signed the papers, each stroke of the pen feeling like a betrayal. Ayah took them, her fingers brushing mine for the last time, and walked out of the mansion. She left me alone in the vast hall, her figure fading into the distance as she climbed into the car and drove away. Gone. Everything was gone. My childhood sweetheart had left me. But she would be back. Soon. I would make it happen. © all rights reserved by Ayelet

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒔 ⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚ "𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧?" ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ★𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐡★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

Top #2 in India (7/6/25) "𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮, 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐨 𝐢𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮" ~𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂 "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝙮𝙤𝙪" ~𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊 ✬⋆✬⋆✬⋆✬ 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂❦𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒐𝒉𝒊 ✬⋆✬⋆✬⋆✬ ♡ 𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑠 ♡ ➻𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝑔𝑎𝑝 ➻𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 ➻𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑙 ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑟 ➻𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 ➻𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑜𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 ➻𝑑𝑜𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑛𝑡 𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 & 𝑓𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 ➻ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 ⋆⋆⋆ 𝑆𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑡:-29/03/25 𝐸𝑛𝑑:-....

Diya was standing in a balcony from where the massive garden of Singhaniya mansion was completely visible which at this moment was decorated perfectly for the marriage of eldest grandson of Singhaniya family who was none other than Rudraksh Singhaniya. As it was 2 o'clock at night, the place was looking glorious with all the decorations and lighting. Diya couldn't forget the things which happened to her. Nor could she believe that Rudraksh would become this low to force a girl to marry him. Suddenly she got a message from Rudraksh, " Come in the study." Seeing the message her facial features got hardened. She went to the study and knocked. "Come in," he replied. She went inside. But she kept her head and eyes low all the time. He was standing in all his glory facing the glass wall. He turned around and looked at her. He strides toward her and stands in front. He took her clenched palm in his hand and opened it forcefully and then stuffed a blank cheque in her palm. She felt a shiver run through her body when he took her palm. But next thing freezed her on her place hearing his words. "Take this cheque and forget everything that happened today. " ********************************** Rudraksh Singhaniya , a well known name in the corporate world and one of the young billionaires of India. He is a cold and short tempered man who doesn't believe in love, loves his family but doesn't live with them. Is it possible for a guy like him to fall in love? Diya Sharma, A girl who works under Rudraksh. Diya wants to give her mother and brother a good life for which she works hard everyday. The girl is traumatised by her past and doesn't want to be involved in any relationship. But destiny has some other plans for them. Let's enjoy the rollercoaster journey of Rudraksh and Diya.