Parikshit Rathore is a name that has carried weight long before it has carried meaning. Descended from old royalty and insulated by power, he moves through the city and its most elite college-like consequences do not apply to him. Because they don't. He is disciplined, brilliant, feared-and unstable in ways people choose not to see. His violence is excused as temperament. His audacity is mistaken for poise. The crown he is born into protects him from scrutiny, even when blood stains its history. Nandini Kulkarni lives on the opposite end of that gravity. Raised in a conservative, upper-middle-class household, she learns early how to be contained-how to take up less space, how to excel quietly, how to turn longing into something private and survivable. How to love someone like him from a distance. She dances, she studies, she observes-moving through the same college without ever truly belonging to his world. Circumstance forces them together as student and teacher. Parikshit leaves no room for illusion, pressing her to accept his entitlement, his rudeness, and the vast, unbridgeable distance between their worlds that contradicts every fragment of the man she had imagined in her head. But when she stumbles upon a darker truth than what the heir's reputation carries on the surface, it fractures everything she believes she understands. Now, Nandini must confront what it means to worship a man who was never taught the difference between love and control.

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

*𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩!* What happens when Naina, a lively wedding planner, collides with Aarav, the grumpy heir of the Raichand family? "Is this your idea of a warm welcome?" Aarav huffs, dripping wet after an unexpected water splash. "Well, if you didn't show up unannounced, you wouldn't be soaking wet," Naina replies. As they navigate wedding plans filled with chaos, laughter, and unexpected sparks, will Naina break through Aarav's icy exterior? Or will their banter lead to something deeper amid the wedding chaos? "Just remember," Aarav warns, "this wedding won't plan itself, and I'm not interested in drama." "Drama? Please," Naina laughs. "I'm here to make this wedding unforgettable, and that might just involve a little chaos."

❝She loved him like a prayer; He left her like a passing season.❞

📜 Preet Ka Daaman - A Letter Wrapped in Silence and Storm ❤️ "They called it a marriage... But for her, it felt like a cage woven in rituals and silence. She never chose him - he was forced upon her... like fate she couldn't run from." She, a girl with dreams in her eyes and freedom in her heart. He, a man carved in coldness, carrying shadows of a past no one dared to speak of. They were tied - not in love, but in a deal. A decision. A family's honour. But time... has a way of bending even the strongest wills. She hated his presence. He hated her innocence. Yet somewhere between shared silences, stolen glances, and aching hearts... something began to bloom. Love? Or just another illusion? Pain followed her like a shadow. His anger burned like fire. But destiny had plans neither of them saw coming. What happens when a girl who never believed in forced love... starts falling for the very man who stole her name? And what if he... was hiding a truth that could destroy her completely? Preet Ka Daaman - not just a story of love... but of broken promises, aching hearts, and the bittersweet beauty of falling for someone you were never meant to love. 💌 ~Daisii..🤍

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒑𝒆. "𝘏-𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘺-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘮-𝘮𝘦? 𝘈𝘮 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨... 𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴" I looked at him with eyes full of disappointment. The man with broad shoulders and a 6ft. height was standing infront of her with a smirk on his lips giving the exact same villain vibes or maybe he is a villain?? "𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘩𝘢 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘢 𝘫𝘺𝘢𝘥𝘢 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘢 𝘩𝘢𝘪?? 𝘈𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘩𝘦𝘭 𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘶 𝘣𝘩𝘪 𝘯𝘩𝘪 𝘩𝘶𝘢 kaira 𝘮𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘢" the game for him has finally began. (Oh kiddo is it hurting too much?? but the game hasn't even been stated yet kaira Malhotra)

"She was never meant to be his bride... yet fate had other plans. Kriti had learned to survive in silence-living in a house where love never existed. Broken but still kind, she never expected life to change. Reyansh Oberoi-cold, arrogant, and dangerously powerful. A man who never believed in love and never planned to marry. But when the bride runs away on the wedding day... he is forced to marry the one girl he never even looked at. A marriage built on anger. A relationship filled with hate. And a truth that could destroy everything... Because some love stories are not meant to happen- yet they happen anyway.

1St in #possesive 1ST in #abuse 1ST in #arrangedmarriage 1ST in #hatelove 1ST in #rich 1ST in #tortured The next thing she knew was that she was slung on his muscular shoulder. She thrashed her legs, but he carried her as if she weighed no more than a bag of feathers. "Caelum please!" She begged him but he ignored her as he walked through the corridors and into the bedroom. And threw her on the bed. While she was busy recovering her breath, he threw his coat on the floor and started unbuttoning his shirt. "W-what are y-you doing?" she asked. Her face paler than paper. "Exactly what married couples do, love." He said dropping the shirt on the floor, His voice so full of viciousness that she almost choked on them. She dragged herself back on the bed sobbing, "no.." He grabbed her legs and pulled her towards himself. He crawled on top of her. He looked into her terrified eyes and whispered, "You make me do terrible things, my dear Rose." He wiped a stray tear from her chin before grabbing it. "I will bruise your lip and scar your knees and love you too hard.." he brushed his lips on hers, "I will destroy you. And when I leave, You will finally understand why storms are named after humans." ........................... Rosette never had an easy life, and after the death of her mother, when she thought things couldn't get worse, her life started going fully downhill. She was tortured beyond repair in her own house. She could only dream of being loved. She dreamed of getting married and finally breaking free from all these cages, but fate had other plans for her. Her life going totally downhill, turned upside down when she was married to the biggest business tycoon in the city. Will this marriage totally wreck her? Would the promise of love be fulfilled? Would she ever be able to break free?.... Read the story to know :) Cover by ~ @__AK__WRITES Note: This story contains sexual and violent content.

"𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥." Cassian's voice was a husky whisper against Seraphina's ear, his fingers moving deep inside her as her back arched helplessly against the wall. The air was thick, the danger sharper than the pleasure tearing through her body. Her husband was only a room away. "Be a good little slut for me," Cassian murmured, lips brushing her throat, "or Lucian will hear you, and then he'll know exactly who owns you." Seraphina bit down on her lip, muffling the cry that threatened to break free. Her heart hammered in her chest - guilt, desire, fear - all colliding at once. It was madness, sin, everything she swore she'd never do... and yet she couldn't stop. Not when Cassian's touch felt like salvation. **** Seraphina thought she had married her dream man. Lucian Veyron, the dazzling billionaire who swept her into a fairytale romance, promised her forever. But after the vows, he became a stranger - cold, cruel, and determined to make her life miserable. Then the accident happened. Seraphina wakes in a private ward, nursed by gentle hands and soothed by a voice that calls her beautiful, a man who worships her body like she's his only prayer. But he isn't her husband. He's Lucian's identical twin - Cassian Veyron. Cassian is everything his brother isn't - tender, protective, dangerously addictive. When she's stronger, they return home with Lucian confined to a wheelchair, Cassian moves into their mansion to help. Now Seraphina is forced to live under one roof with the husband who broke her... and the brother who makes her burn. Every glance across the dinner table is fire. Every secret touch in the hallway is temptation. Every stolen night feels like a sin she never wants to escape.

I fell in love with Dante Moretti, never knowing he was once engaged to my older sister, Celeste Hart. It was the kind of secret that changed everything.