"Rukiye... Aayansh." He stopped. But still, he didn't look at me. "Idhar dekhiye... hamari taraf." Slowly, he turned his face-but his eyes avoided mine. And the moment I finally saw them clearly, I froze. They were red... filled with tears he was desperately trying to hold back. A shock ran through me. I had never imagined he would take it this seriously... that it would affect him this deeply. "Meera... please," he whispered, his voice unsteady, as if he was struggling to keep his emotions hidden. I took a step toward him. He turned slightly, staring at the river flowing beside us, refusing to meet my eyes. I stepped closer. I could feel his body stiffen as the distance between us disappeared. Now, just inches apart, he finally looked at me-and the pain in his eyes broke something inside me. Tears welled up in my own eyes. I didn't understand it. Why was I crying? Why did seeing him like this hurt so much? Since when had he begun to matter this deeply to me? I had no answers. He looked away again, trying to avoid me. Slowly, I raised my hand and cupped his face. His eyes slipped shut instantly, as if he was barely holding himself together. I placed my other hand on his cheek and gently turned his face toward mine, forcing him to look at me. "Mat kariye, Meera..." he murmured, his voice breaking as another tear rolled down his cheek.

Book 3 of "Arranged Marriage" Series An arranged marriage of a Mafia princess, from Italy and a Business tycoon, from India, based in Italy with a handful of Mafia connection. Dive into their story of love, adventure and yeah, a little bloodshed, with a lot of spice....🌶 . . . . "Who did this to you?" He growled and gritted his teeth "No one. Leave it" I said I can feel anger radiating off from him. His eyes are red and nose flaring. I gulped and looked away trying to free my hands from his grip "WHO?" his voice dangerous now "NO. ONE!" I stressed glaring at him "Tell me the fucking name, before I set this fucking world ablaze" He seethed pulling me closer "Why do you care?" I asked angrily "Why do I care? WHY DO I FUCKING CARE?" he yelled and grabbed my hips making my body flush against him He fisted my hair and tipped up my head. His eyes met mine. His breath fell on my face. I can smell him. Fine cedarwood and cinnamon. "You want to know, why do I care? Huh?" His challenge sending shivers through my spine "Y-yeah" I stammered and winced as I felt the wound stinging "Because you are mine. My fucking wife. No one get to hurt you! Not even me. If anyone touches you, they fucking die" He yelled at my face A zoo of butterflies exploded in my belly, as I felt his confession running all over my body. I gulped and stared at his eyes which were screaming anger. His eyes wandered all over my face, as my eyes brimmed "Who, mia moglie. Last fucking chance!" He gritted "Me" I paused and he furrowed his brows, as a drop of tear ran down my cheek "It was me. If you want to kill, you can kill me" A few more tears escaped I hate to be vulnerable like this!!! "It was you?" He stared at me and I nodded "Come here!" He just pulled me to him and the next moment he is on the bed, I am on his lap with his arms around me. . . . . Arranged/forced marriage Mafia princess x Business man(mafia) Grumpy x partially grumpy Indian guy x Italian gir

book 1 of [ junoon series] . (Edited version) A CEO x Artist. A Muslim arranged marriage story filled with twists, turns, and the thin line between love and obsession. She longed to be loved, but instead, she became bound to a consuming obsession-an unending, inescapable passion. When their eyes met, one was gripped by fear, the other consumed by obsession. What she thought was mohabbat turned into a world where he made her his junoon from the very moment she stepped into his life. She was his. She was his mohabbat. She was his junoon. And him? He was her twisted love, her never-ending mohabbat. Step into their world and witness the doors between mohabbat and junoon... WARNING: Contains mature themes including trauma, past secrets, stalking, and intense emotional moments.

#1 in ceolove ( 24 apr, 2026) It was never supposed to be love. Reyansh Malhotra agreed to the marriage for responsibility. For family. For tradition. For peace between two powerful households. Dr. Kashvi Sharma said yes for trust. For her parents. For destiny. For a future she hoped would bloom gently. He believes love is built on logic. She believes love is built on feeling. He walks into the marriage with guarded walls and quiet detachment. She walks in with nervous hope and a heart full of romance novels. He drinks black coffee in silence. She talks about sunflowers over breakfast. It's an arranged marriage - polite smiles, formal conversations, shared spaces that feel unfamiliar. But somewhere between hospital shifts and boardroom meetings... between family dinners and accidental late-night confessions... distance turns into comfort. And strangers begin to feel like home. Read at your own risk - you might fall in love.💓 Binge read 🤍

Book 1 of IMPERFECTION SERIES A saga of love and healing If you're interested in a love filled with trust, respect, healing eachother, having someone to say it's okay. And You're enough. It's for you ❤️‍🩹 ( Both leads are possessive about each other. ) RUDRA SINGH MALHOTRA 24 year old , A guy with striking grey eyes which held no emotions in it, A guy full of MAN with his 6 ft height and muscular build. heir to the Malhotra company.A man who lived with misery and darkness for the past 11 years. A man who wear his coldness and "Come my way I'll unalive you " Persona as a Armour. A Scarred king. Who say he doesn't need love but some part of him always yearns be be loved and held like he was precious. YASHNA SHARMA 22 year old, A bubbly girl more like a clumsy one with lot of insecurities. Who just graduated ug and was planning to join pg at Delhi University . Comes from a Normal middle class family with lovely parents and trouble of a younger brother. A girl who wears her heart on her sleeves. Love to read books and get lost in the peace it brings her .She is anything but naive. Even though her insecurity always breathing down on her neck but that doesn't stop her from living the present. Two people with poles apart personality and way of living. They met by some miracle. Now as much as the other forces wants to separate them. The red thread of fate binds them in more than one way. trope: marriage of convience slow burn she fell first. he fell harder past trauma possessive MMC & FMC grumpy & sunshine

An aarange marriage story of abhimanyu and aaradhya.🧡 Yaduvanshi Haveli does not forgive mistakes. And tonight- Aaradhya forgot her veil. She steps out of their room in a soft cotton saree, hair loose down her back, sindoor bright in her maang, unaware that the air itself has shifted. Then- A voice behind her. Calm. Measured. Not loud. "Aaradhya." She freezes. Not because he shouted. Because he didn't. She turns slowly. Abhimanyusingh Yaduvanshi stands at the end of the corridor, hands clasped behind his back, eyes steady. The kind of steady that doesn't blink. His gaze does not move to her face first. It moves to her uncovered head. A pause. Then he walks toward her. Unhurried. Each step deliberate against marble floors. She instinctively lifts her pallu halfway, flustered. "Woh... main bas paani lene-" He stops in front of her. Close enough that she can smell sandalwood and authority. He gently takes the loose end of her saree from her trembling fingers. Not harsh. Not angry. Precise. He lifts it himself and places it over her head, adjusting it carefully until it shadows her forehead. His fingers linger for one second too long. Then he speaks softly. "Tumhe pata hai, is haveli mein ghunghat sirf kapda nahi hota." She swallows. "Ji..." He tilts his head slightly. "Yeh maryada hoti hai." His thumb lightly presses the edge of the veil near her temple. "Yeh izzat hoti hai." She lowers her eyes automatically. He leans closer. His voice drops, almost intimate. "Yahan ki auratein bina ijazat dhoop tak nahi dekhti... aur tum bina ghunghat dehleez paar kar gayi." It isn't a threat. It's information. She whispers, "Galti ho gayi..." "galti ki saza bhi milegi, Aaradhya" "is saza ke baad aap kabhi bhul ke bhi galti nahi kar payengi " Trope✨ arrange marriage arranged by him obsession addiction mature content

"I hate you so much," I say, making sure to meet his intense gaze, my voice dripping with playful venom. His lips curl into a smirk, his sharp eyes never leaving mine. He takes another step forward, and I instinctively take one back-only to feel the cold wall press against my spine. Trapped. Aziz looms over me, his presence overwhelming, intoxicating. His eyes flicker with something possessive, something hungry. "But you'd still be begging me to fuck you until you pass out," he murmurs, his voice sending a shiver down my spine. Before I can respond, before I can even breathe, he crashes his lips onto mine. 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

She belonged to the soil, he belonged to power- love made them belong to each other. ______________________________________ |||• • -~°-~°-~°-~°•||| Arjun-an MLA with a composed exterior and a heart trained to choose duty over desire-arrives in a quiet village carrying official files, unquestioned authority, and a past he never speaks of. For him, this visit is temporary. Another assignment. Another place he will eventually leave behind. Roshni is the sarpanch's daughter, rooted in the soil of her village. She believes in love, in people, in staying when it matters. Her world is warm and familiar-until a stranger with unreadable eyes enters her home... and slowly, her life. When Arjun stays in the sarpanch's house, their paths cross in narrow corridors, shared dinners, and stolen glances that linger longer than they should. Between official meetings and moonlit nights, something begins to grow- slow, forbidden, and dangerous. |||• Because some love stories are written in pain, •||| |||• And some hearts break in silence •||| ___________________________________________ °^°^°^°^°^°^ She was the calm he never asked for, yet always needed. Highly mature content

Dark Romance | Mature themes | 18+ There was a time when Rudransh Singh Thakur believed in love. A time when power wasn't everything. When silence didn't define him. But that was before betrayal. It made him ruthless now. Now, at thirty-four, Rudransh stood as a man the world feared a minister, whose silence carried more weight than words ever could. Nothing touched him anymore. Nothing except one. His son. Aryaman Singh Thakur Five years old. A child who had learned early that people leave... and promises don't stay. If Rudransh had built walls, Aryaman had learned to live within them. And then, she entered. Not with power. Not with demand. But with silence that matched theirs. Ishani Sharma A woman who had known pain in ways she never spoke of. Who carried her past like a shadow she couldn't outrun. Who held her child as if that alone was reason enough to survive. She didn't belong in his world. And yet, she became a part of it. A marriage not built on love, but on necessity. On power. On a name she never asked to carry. He didn't want her. His son wouldn't accept her. But she stayed. Not loudly. Not forcefully. Just... there. And in the middle of it all... there was Arohi, breathing life into the silence. A child too young to understand pain, yet the only one who carried light into a life built on shadows. And in a house where silence ruled, where love had once been broken and buried. something began to shift. Not all at once. Not enough to be called love. But enough... to change everything. Because behind power, behind silence, behind every unspoken truth lies a story hidden beneath the VEIL OF THRONE (A/n : This book is for mature audiences, contains explicit content. Do read only if you are comfortable.) #1 in Top10 in India (7/8/9/10/11/13/14) of May 2026 #2 in Top10 in India ( 12/15/16/17 ) of May 2026