He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

This isn't your typical revenge story. Here, Ekansh isn't interested in seeking his revenge from Faria. He's just a broken soul, the man belonging to middle class with a nine to five job who's well aware that even if it's about justice, he can't compete with the ones who belong to the top section of the society. While, Faria was born into that top section of the society with all the riches and comfort. She's kind and pretty, something that Ekansh never expected from her. Two different people under one roof. What exactly can go wrong? Everything. Because love knows no bound.

"I'm a devil Ira think before you say anything", he replied staring into her soul "I don't care if I fall in love with a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell", she said maintaining the eye contact "Your angel eyes see the good in a devil 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳", he strolled towards her with long steps "And the sweet little angel couldn't keep her eyes off the devil", she titled her head sideways when he grabbed her neck harshly yet carefully not to hurt her but "You are fucking impetuous and daring, a little too bold and way too fucking fearless. You are my sickening Temptation, in my veins like a pretty poison", he didn't even waited for her to reply shutting her off by smashing his lips on hers devouring her like a secret or a sin. He had this look in his eyes how he owns her how she belongs to him. But for her he can he can kill and get killed would burn down the world for her but not let a single flame touch her. She hold the power to make the Lord of Darkness kneel before her. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲--- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. || Mature and Triggering content || Read at your own discretion.

[painfully] slow updates . . . "He held the desert in his soul, she held the moonlight in her heart - and destiny dared to bring them together."

#Top2 in India : 6/1/26 #Top1 in India : 7/1/26 #Top5 in India: 11/1/26 𝗬𝗨𝗩𝗔𝗔𝗡 𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔: A 26-year old Professor, who is also a According to his students 'He is the most handsome man alive on the planet'. He is 6 '2 tall which makes him more attractive and handsome and not to forget his jet black eyes, perfectly gelled hair, light beard and especially his 8-pack body. He is the only son of a billionaire but nobody knows it. 𝗝𝗔𝗔𝗡𝗩𝗜 𝗔𝗚𝗡𝗜𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗥𝗜: A 19-year old, mischievous girl whose laugh never left her face and just finished her schooling. She can laugh anywhere in any situation because of which she always gets into trouble. She is 5 '1, which is not too short. Okay, "her words" had grey eyes with short hair till her shoulder and had a zero figure. She is the only daughter of the Chief Minister of the state which know one knows except her bestfriends. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ To know more about them, Dive into the story. Suno itna tak padhe na.. toh phir aage padhne mein kya problem hai. Jao na please..*puppy eyes*

HER SERIES BOOK # 1 ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ She is wounded He became her healer She lacked warmth He became her warmth Love was just a word for her Love was an unexplainable emotion for him She is his winter He is her sunshine ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ 𝘼𝙉𝙄𝙆𝘼 𝙈𝙀𝙃𝙍𝘼 CEO of Stardust Fashions. The leading lady in the business world. She demands perfection and total loyalty from her employees showing zero tolerance for anything less. Her dominating cold aura makes people fear and respect her at the same time. Famously known as the 'ICE QUEEN' for the same. She is the perfect example of ' Beauty with Brains' 𝘼𝘽𝙃𝘼𝙔 𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙃𝙊𝙏𝙍𝘼 An optimistic person who sees the glass as half full rather than half empty. He joins Stardust fashions as a Manager. Even amid difficulties he always maintains his bright and happy demeanour and have faith that things would work out at the end. In whole he can be called as a ray of happiness in human form. ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ Anika fears one thing in the world and that is love. Hiding pain and secrets of her own she has built walls around her in order to protect herself. But when she sees Abhay for the first time, something in her tells her that she needs him in her life. And that scares her the most. Abhay on the other hand hates Anika. He wishes to never cross paths with her ever again. But an unexpected situation ties these both in a bond. Will they be able to accept it or break it? ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ Rankings: #7 in Love out of 2.51M (10/08/25) #3 in love story out of 308k (9/1/26)

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?

"I can't marry you, Sir. This is not the way I want to be tied down into married life." She whispers, her voice trembling under the weight of her own breaking world. Her eyes are swollen with tears, her soul frayed at the edges. "But I don't think you have any other option left rather than accepting the contract. So, just agree with my decision or believe me, you won't like the consequences." He replies coldly, every word cutting deeper than the last. There is no remorse in his voice. No softness in his eyes. Just control. Just a warning. . . . He is not just her professor. He is a feared business mogul as well, known for his ruthless decisions and lack of mercy. She is a single mother, desperately trying to protect her son and survive the past she thought she had buried long ago. But when he uncovers her deepest, most dangerous secret, one that could destroy her life in a heartbeat: he doesn't give her the chance to explain. He gives her a choice: marry him under the terms of a cold, emotionless contract... or watch her world collapse. Bound by fear. Tied by power. A marriage that was never meant to be anything more than a deal. But what happens when a lifeless contract begins to stir emotions neither of them asked for? When buried scars surface... And when the lines between right and wrong blur inside the walls of a forced relationship? This is not a story of love at first sight. This is a story of control, consequences, and finding strength in the very place she was meant to break.