HIS SERIES #1 (SARAH VERMA & ARHAAN SINGHANIA.) IT IS THE STORY ABOUT TWO PEOPLE...WHO IS BOUND IN MARRIAGE JUST FOR THE CHILD... Sarah Verma(23 yrs):Her dream was to have the marriage where her husband would love her and worship her.She was the introvert type of girl who only loved to read the *dark*romance books and imagine being one of them and like to stay in her own comfort zone, without any disturbance.She loves the children and therefore work in the ngo where the people abundant their child. Arhaan Singhania(30 yrs):He is the type of men who every girls dream while reading the books..He is the CEO of the very famous international Singhania company.He was married and was happy but after being found out that his wife cheated on him.He started to get trust issues with every person around him and did not like anyone's presence.But one good thing that he got from his marriage was his son Aksh(3yrs). Let's get into this story to find where arhaan would be able to love Sarah and would give this marriage a chance or sarah would always be his unwanted wife...?? ~Tropes~ - Single dad. -Second chance. -Second marriage. -she fell first and he fell harder. -Possesive(Not that much). -Happy ending. -small mature content (smut). #1-shefellfirsthefellharder(on 5/1/25.) #1-stepmom(on 19/3/25.) #2-stepmother(on 22/3/25.) #2-happyending(on 6/4/2025.) #4-secondchance(on 6/4/2025.) #1-Stepmother(on 1/8/2025.) Started :18 August 2024. ended:

I see her... she's standing in my room, glowing. Draped in a deep red saree that hugs her curves like it was stitched by desire itself. Her long hair flows down in soft waves, her maang tikka catching the light. Her lips-those familiar, infuriating, plump lips-glossed and slightly parted. She looks... like a bride. My bride. I forget to breathe. The room is quiet, dimly lit. She doesn't say a word-just looks at me. Not shy, not bold. Just... there. As if she belongs. My steps are slow as I walk toward her. My hand lifts on its own, trailing gently along the silk of her saree until it reaches her bare waist. Warm. Soft. Real. She doesn't flinch. Her eyes hold mine, and I'm not sure if my heart is racing or stopping. My gaze drops to her lips. God. I lean in, one hand resting on her waist, the other brushing her cheek. Her breath warms mine. My eyes flutter shut, lips just inches from hers... Knock. Knock. I freeze. My lips hover, not touching. "Who's knocking?" I whisper, eyes still closed. She giggles. "Open your eyes and see." I frown. Knock. Knock. Knock. Louder now. Her voice begins to fade. "Open your eyes, Aarav..." she whispered near my lips. ____ She came to the city chasing her dreams. He became the distraction she never saw coming. And what will happen when Aarav and Priya's fathers clash with each other? To find the answers to all these questions, you'll have to read this story. So please read this story and shower it with lots of love. And don't forget to follow me! 🤞😘💖

"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. ​

𝑫𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝑴𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑭𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒂 ~ 𝑨 𝑹𝒐𝒎-𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝑺𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 "𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆." ♡ 𝐕𝐈𝐃𝐘𝐔𝐓 𝐱 𝐌𝐀𝐇𝐈 ♡ Vidyut, who was taught that love is a weakness, who hides his emotions behind cold looks. But when Mahi walks into his life like a hurricane, she unsettles everything. She challenges his rules. Most importantly, she sees the man behind the mask, the one who's never understood. And he was the love she had longed for, one even her own parents failed to give. Yet here he was, the man who held her as if she were the most fragile thing in the world, cherishing her like she was his to protect, his to love. "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒊𝒄𝒆, 𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒇𝒖𝒈𝒆." 𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝘃𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗮𝗿, 𝘀𝗼 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼𝗼? 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝗻𝗻𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘁

"I didn't fall in love with her... I surrendered. And now, there's no part of me that doesn't belong to her." *°•.˜"*°• 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚•°*"˜.•°*"˜ That wasn't just love. It was power. It was a king claiming his queen-in front of a kingdom that would now dare not question it.

#1 book in The Ruined Series She was never meant to be the bride. A widow, a replacement, an afterthought. But when her sister disappears before the wedding, Natasha is forced into an unwanted marriage with Shivansh Ranawat-a man who didn't choose her, and doesn't plan to love her. And yet... fate never asks permission.

Twisted Hearts - a tale of love, fate, and obsession. She's a passionate graphic design student, focused on her dreams. He's a powerful CEO, a man who always gets what he wants. Their worlds were never meant to collide-until fate intervened, pulling them into a connection neither of them saw coming. Just as their hearts begin to intertwine, the past resurfaces-a shadow that refuses to be forgotten. A love long buried, a jealousy that knows no limits, and a deception that threatens to tear them apart. When hearts are twisted by fate and obsession, will love be enough to survive the storm?

✨....𝑬𝒌 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒊 𝑬𝒌 𝑫𝒆𝒆𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑻𝒉𝒂... ✨ She was His to manipulate, His to break, His Sharanya. For Her, He was Her tormentor, Her downfall. She was His obsession, His possession, His forbidden fruit. This is the story of three lives entwined in a dance of power and destruction.