𝘼𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙑𝙚𝙚𝙧 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝 𝙍𝙖𝙟𝙫𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙝 - CEO of Rajvansh Empire and next heir of Rajvanshs. He is a very reserved and no nonsense person. He doesn't like to talk much and also doesn't like them who talk much. Doesn't show his emotions freely even in front of his family. To see him smiling is like seeing a Rainbow. Though he don't express it often but loves his family very much. His aura is enough to make people shudder. A walking dead warrant for those who mess with him or his family. 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙝𝙞 𝙍𝙖𝙟𝙥𝙪𝙩 - A young, independent, cheerful girl. She also belongs from a rich and influential family.Can talk continuously without taking break. Her eyes screams innocence but her posture and body language radiates confidence, elegance. Proud owner of Rajput Hotels and Resorts. A very good chef herself. Loves her family very much. Can do anything for them. Can make any place joyous with her bubbly presence. But don't mess with her, she can be sassy and savage too. She is a devil in disguise for those who mess with her loved ones. We hear stories about Angels and Devils falling in love but what would happen when two devils will be tied into a sacred bond. A sacred relation started to keep the words of two best friends, could it turn into an ethereal one?? What would happen when the external past foes would resurface?? Will they be able to protect each other?? Let's dive in the journey of the two devils falling head over heels for each other. ***Don't copy my book***

Pratap and rathor were one of the most powerful families. And Shanaya ? Princess of pratap. And daughter-in-law of rathore. Pratap who didn't even know they had a girl in their house and when they finally found out it was already 23 year late. They bought her home but she was cold and distant didn't try to bond with anyone. And the Pratap family were in their own betrayal and problems. No one tries to bond with her, each one with their own 'reasons' but she didn't mind even a bit. And then she was married to vikrant singh rathore due to a promise. New house. New people. But nothing changed. She was still cold and still distant. Until one night. A attack happens. And Shanaya lost her memory of three years before she met them. They saw a different Shanaya. A cheerful and Dramatic one. *** What has caused her to become cold and distant. What happens before she meets Pratap and rathore. *** Don't judge by this deception I am not good at writing it Try it once

She was never his first choice. She was the younger sister. The replacement bride. The compromise. While his heart belonged to her elder sister. Yet Adhira Rathore loved Kshiti Singh Bhardwaj enough to accept a place in his life... even if she could never have a place in his heart. Years passed. Five sons were born. A family was built. And for a brief moment... She thought she had finally become his home. Until one accusation destroyed everything. Poison. Betrayal. A sister fighting for life. And a wife standing alone. Nobody believed her. Not her parents. Not her in-laws. Not even her husband. The man she loved looked into her eyes... And chose doubt. So she left. Broken. Pregnant. Carrying a secret no one knew. Twins. Seventeen years later... Kshiti Singh Bhardwaj is one of the most powerful men in the country. His five sons stand beside him. The Bhardwaj Empire rules everything. But their home remains incomplete. Because the woman they condemned never returned. Until fate brings them face to face again. Only to reveal a truth far crueler than guilt. Adhira can no longer speak. And standing beside her... Are two seventeen-year-olds carrying the Bhardwaj blood. The children their father never knew existed. Now the family that destroyed her wants answers. But some wounds don't heal. Some apologies come too late. And some women return... Not for love. But for the truth. "Seventeen years ago, you called me a murderer." "Now tell me, Mr. Bhardwaj..." "Who will pay for the life you destroyed?"

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

Book 1 of 'Royally Arranged Hearts' Series Ranawats are considered as the most powerful family because of the positions they uphold. They are the number 1 businessmen of the country and are very famous worldwide. They are involved in the underworld. Third and the most important one is they are from the royal family of Jaipur. Shivaay Singh Ranawat would be king and the CEO of the company that holds a huge respect worldwide. He is very cold and merciless. He never thought of getting married but his fate brings him closer to a beautiful girl. Niharika Verma a girl who is studying to become a cardiologist and to become a successful and independent person who would not rely on others for money. She is kind and sensitive. What will happen when these two people who are poles apart will be tied into a sacred bond from where there is no escape. "You will regret marrying me jaan." _Shivaay Singh Ranawat "God loves to see me suffer, it won't hurt if you will also make me suffer I am used to it. " Niharika Shivaay Singh Ranawat She said with her brown colored eyes that showed nothing but only and only pain and he hates to admit but he hated that. How will they pass the ocean of problems? How will they bear each other? How will they love each other? That is a mystery that you need to read if you want to know that.

Her eyes fluttered open as thin streaks of sunlight slipped through the curtains and brushed against her face. She shifted instinctively, only to freeze as a sharp ache ran through her body. Slowly, she forced her eyes open wider, her gaze landing on the ceiling above-the steady rotation of a fan blurring in her vision. She stared at it blankly, her head pounding, her thoughts sluggish and tangled. A warm weight rested around her waist. Her breath caught. slowly, almost afraid of what she might find, she turned her head-and froze. A man lay beside her, his arm wrapped securely around her, as though it had been there all night. He was fast asleep, his face calm, unaware. Her eyes widened in shock. And then it hit her. Fragments of the night before crashed into her mind-blurred, incomplete, but enough. Her heart began to pound. She looked down at herself, panic rising like a tide. The blanket was loosely wrapped around her, barely covering her. Realization struck hard. She threw the covers aside and scrambled upright-only to stiffen instantly. She wasn't wearing anything. A sharp breath escaped her lips as she clutched the duvet tightly around herself, wincing at the movement. Her gaze darted wildly around the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere. For a split second, everything stood still. Then- A piercing scream tore through the room. "AHHH!" --- --- --- "I... I'm sorry, Mumma... Dadda... I'm so sorry..." Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile and broken as she sat on the cold floor. The room was silent-too silent-as if the world itself had stepped back. please don't hate me..." she murmured, her grip tightening around the blade Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm... s-sorry...". Her hand trembled as she lowered the knife, pressing it against her wrist. Then she dragged the blade across. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain bloomed. Blood began to well up,but she didn't stop.

Seventeen-year-old Siya has known nothing but hardship. After losing her mother, her world shatters further when her own father sells her to a ruthless loan shark to settle his debts. Chained to a dark fate, Siya makes a desperate escape in the dead of night. But destiny takes a cruel turn-she collides with a luxury car speeding down the road. Behind the wheel is ekansh Rathore, the enigmatic heir of the powerful Rathore empire-a mafia lord feared by enemies, worshipped by allies. Hardened by bloodshed and betrayal, ekansh and his five brothers have long buried their hearts, ever since the tragic day they lost their mother and infant sister in a brutal attack. But when ekansh Singh Rathore carries the injured girl into his mansion, none of them realize the storm about to unravel. The fragile, terrified girl they saved is none other than the lost Rathore princess-their baby sister, ripped from them years ago, now standing before them as a broken yet unyielding soul. Torn between disbelief, guilt, and hope, the Rathore brothers must face the truth: fate has returned their sister in the most unexpected way. Yet reclaiming her is not easy-Siya carries wounds deeper than scars, enemies from her past, and secrets that could burn everything to ash. Please read few chapters first 🥹🎀🎀

"How would you like to get f*ck today, my dear wife?" 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 "It was the year 1999....when eyes still mirrored every emotion, and love spoke without a single word." बात सन 1999 की जब आंखें ज़ज्बात का आईना हुआ करती थीं! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Vedarth is the kind of man who leaves a quiet impression. He's smart and genuinely intelligent, the type who observes more than he speaks. There's a shy charm in the way he carries himself, yet every now and then, a playful flirt slips through his calm exterior. He fell in love with his wife the moment he saw her, a feeling that still reflects in his eyes whenever she's around. Though a little mysterious at times, he treats everyone with respect and warmth, making him surprisingly easy to talk to and impossible to forget. Aratrika is a quiet storm wrapped in soft edges. She's shy and a little nerdy, but her sharp mind always shines in her academics as she works toward her degree. She loves her siblings fiercely, and they're her biggest source of joy. Marriage isn't something she ever dreamed about, and with her father's wish steering her future, she's stepping into it with zero expectations. Still, she keeps her dignity intact. She's respectful to everyone but never afraid to speak the truth when it matters. Promo- In 1999, an arranged marriage ties two strangers together. For her, it's duty. For him, it's destiny. He falls first. He falls harder. And once she's his, heaven helps the man who even looks her way. She meets him with quiet grace. He meets her with an intensity he can't hide-soft around her, ruthless around the world. Forced proximity turns into something warmer, deeper, and far more dangerous. Every shared silence, every almost-touch pulls them closer than either planned. But the past is never truly past. Secrets rise. Shadows stretch. And love becomes the only thing strong enough to survive the storm.

"𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦" ................ "Y-you're married?" It wasn't a question. It was a statement, spoken like an acknowledgment of something he didn't want to believe. Sayantika lifted her head, her face a mask of indifference, while Vedikaa looked up at both of them, confusion etched into her young features. "I was married,not anymore" Her voice was steady, emotionless. She gripped Vedikaa's hand and began to walk away, but Abhiansh, desperate for answers, grabbed her wrist, halting her steps. The touch sent a shock through them both, years of unsaid words trapped in that single gesture. She turned back, her gaze falling to his hand on her wrist, then lifting to meet his eyes. "It would be better if you left my hand, Mr. Shakhawat. You're here for your work," she said coldly, her words like ice. With a sharp jerk, she freed herself from his grip, and walked away, leaving him to collapse under the weight of everything left unspoken. As she disappeared from view, a broken whisper slipped from his lips. "I'm sorry, Sayantika." ***** Abhiansh Shekhawat was the IG officer who came to investigate a case about a murder,but what happened when he saw the woman he loves more than himself as the widow and the mother of the 4 years old Nahhh!!!! There is still many things to be unfold It's not only a love story....

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.