Ira Sharma has spent her life believing she was never meant to be seen. At twenty-five, she is a brilliant architect and professor, the silent force behind ARC Institute-an institution she owns but never claims publicly. Insecure about her appearance and uncertain of her presence, Ira chooses invisibility over authority, silence over recognition. She leads from the shadows, convinced that softness and strength cannot coexist. Reyansh Malhotra is twenty-seven and already the CEO and Chairman of Malhotra Industries. Distinct, disciplined, and precise, he speaks only when necessary and commands respect without demanding it. Love, to him, is rare-earned, not assumed. Not scarred by heartbreak but shaped by observation, Reyansh learned early that emotions without depth are temporary, and attachments without intention are fragile, he knows it not by experience but by observation. They are each other's first, there is no misunderstanding, no family drama, this is just a sweet love story between them. Let's see how their journey moves from neighbors to friends, from an unexpected marriage to a love neither of them planned-but both chose.

𓆩:*¨༺✧ ♛ ✧༻¨*:𓆪 "𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝?" "𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡!" ─ ⋆⋅₊♚⚚₊⋅⋆ ─ In a world filled with darkness and deception, she is a princess with ray of sunshine, offering warmth and hope. He is an assassin, haunted by his past and reluctant to let anyone in. Their paths cross in a dangerous game of loyalty and betrayal. As they navigate their conflicting loyalties, can her kindness break through the walls he has built around his heart? Together, they will discover that love can flourish even in the harshest of circumstances, but only if they can learn to trust one another. ─ ⋆⋅₊♚⚚₊⋅⋆ ─ "Every sunrise she sees will begin with my love, and every night she sleeps will end with my protection." "Every breath I take will whisper his name, for even in my fiercest storms, his love is my home." ─ ⋆⋅₊♚⚚₊⋅⋆ ─ Join Amaira Rajvanshi and Viraj Kshatriya on their journey of love and trust, where hope shines even in darkness. Experience a tale of passion, betrayal, and redemption, where every heartbeat echoes the promise of a love that can change everything.

In a world where he's never been on receiving side, she gives him everything by her love. He is hard to love, but she loves him like breathing. *** "Think twice before laying a finger on him. I guarantee you won't like the aftermath, Darling" "I fell for him so hard and so deep that sometimes I feel like he's etched into my very soul." "Try to steal his attention, and I'll steal your peace of mind." "I'm not one to share, especially when it comes to what's mine." *** She's fiercely possessive of him, and obsessively devoted to him. While he remains ice cold when it comes to emotions. She gets everything she wants, and one day, her eyes fall on a man working in a cafe, the man who becomes her addiction. When a woman he meets at the cafe is hell-bent on making him hers, Will this middle class ice master melt for her love? What secrets is he hiding behind that icy facade? Their love is a tempest of passion in a world of ice. Together, they spark flames in the coldest of hearts.

Divya Chauhan had only two goals in her life. Become a fashion designer and find a good husband for her best friend so that she can play the role of cool aunt. Abhiraj Singh Rathore had only one goal in his life. To be the CEO of Rathore Luxury Fashion. But what happens when someone enters the company. Someone who is talented enough to threaten his dream of getting the position of CEO? The two of them are quite similar to each other. They are both hardworking, fiercely protective of their family and friends, cheerful, adventurous and both of them have a thirst to conquer the fashion industry. Since they are similar, will they be able to work out things as a team? How will they fall for each other? Afterall we have always heard about opposite attracts but nothing about how two like people compliment each other. Let's Dive in to know the story of Abhiraj and Divya. #1 in Royals-23.08.024 #13 in Indian -23.08.024

Aisha Agarwal An ambivert who loves code and books. Lazy, foodie and oblivious. Three words which perfectly describes her. Atharva Singh Rathore A crown prince whose world revolves around his family and work. Intimidating, smart and cold. Three words that the business world uses to describe him. Two completely different personalities where one is too practical and the other is too imaginative. A public figure and a socially awkward girl who are poles apart. Their indifference makes them the parallel line. But there is one thing common between them. Coffee. Both are coffee lovers. And, Two parallel lines are no longer parallel if there is a common point between them, right? A cup of coffee. Most especially a dropped cup of coffee. It was all it took for Atharva to notice Aisha. This is the story of Atharva Singh Rathore and Aisha Agarwal. Yuvraj and his Little Warrior. Join Atharva and Aisha in their journey of love. ©authorsamm T.W. Mention of drugs, tortures, rape, murder, anxiety, depression. #1 in Royals-24.09.023 #5 in fiction- 25.10.023 #1 in queen- 29.10.023 #2 in feelings- 01.02.024 #1 in modernroyalty- 04.08.024 #2 in India -20.03.25

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |