Amoli:The Blossom of Love 🤍🦢✨🌷

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #1 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Shivanya Gupta is a woman who wears her heart on her sleeve. Always going above and beyond to help others, she loves deeply and selflessly. However, she was unaware that her kindness had drawn the wrong kind of attention until Shariq Raichand kidnaps her, shattering her world. Lost in despair, Shivanya nearly gives up hope-until her boss, Vihaan Rajput, steps in as her unexpected savior, pulling her from the clutches of a traumatic future. But when Vihaan returns her to her family, she discovers a chaotic mess waiting for her at home. In a surprising move, Vihaan offers to marry her to protect her honor. But will this marriage be born out of pity, or could it blossom into something more - something real? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

A girl "Tara Oberoi" and the guy "Mihir Raichand" tied in the marriage which was against their will. Her being the repacement of her sister and him being her biggest hater. A girl who never recieved love from anyone in her family or her siblings and a guy who was always pampered by the entire family. Will it last long? Will they ever fall in love with each other?? what's the truth behind everything?? To know these answers just be ready to read the upcoming chapters🎀 Tropes:- ☆Replaced bride ☆Marriage of convinience ☆Forced marriage ☆Age gap ☆Mystery ☆Dark romance

𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼: 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 #1 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆~ '•°•𝑴𝒓. 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 × 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍•°•' [𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓.✨] This story revolves around a man who has lost his faith in love and harbors a deep-seated hatred for women. He married a girl forcefully who ran away from her house, only to become trapped in an unwanted union. 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 A living nightmare to the world, Manik is a strikingly handsome and cold-hearted man, exuding a ruthless demeanor in the business realm. His personality is so unforgettable that you can't help but look his way with admiration and lust, as he wears his power like a badge of honor, often belittling others to elevate himself. A self-made billionaire, he despises the concept of love and harbors a profound resentment towards women, particularly his mother. °"I don't know what life was before you, but now I know-- it's you."° 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒. Nandini is a mystery, much like her name. She is a charming and beautiful woman with a delightful aura, viewing the world through her unique lens. An angel to the innocent and needy, yet a devil to those who deserve it, she is a general surgeon and a social butterfly. Talkative, clumsy, moody, and full of mischief, her sole ambition is to pursue further studies in London. She harbors a disdain for men and has run away from home in search of peace. °"I never thought I would see my world in someone, but in you, I see my universe."° Both are bound together in the sacred union of MARRIAGE. Will they find solace in one another? Can they learn to love despite their differences, or will they become adversaries? Join their journey ~

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.

"Let me get this straight," Danish's voice is sharp, his disbelief barely masked. "You want me to pretend to be in love with you?" Kiara tilts her head, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "No, Malhotra. I want you to pretend you never stopped." For as long as Kiara Oberoi could remember, life had been a race she was never allowed to lose. And standing in her way at every turn? Danish Malhotra. Her biggest rival. Her greatest weakness. The boy who knew exactly how to ruin her. They spent their years locked in battle-academic rankings, debate championships, internships, and scholarships-neither willing to give the other an inch. They fought in front of the whole world. They fought when no one was watching. And somewhere in between all those fights, between the sharp words and long stares- they fell. It started with a project that forced them together. Forced them to see past the rivalry, past the competition, past the carefully built walls. Forced them to face the fact that they understood each other in ways no one else ever had. They fought for years-until one night, she gave him everything. And the next day? She destroyed him. "I could never love someone who doesn't even know his own origins." And then, she left. No warnings. No explanations. Just silence. Now, she's back. Same fire. Same hunger. Same boy she left behind-only now, he's colder, crueler, untouchable. And this time, they aren't just academic rivals. They're business enemies. And she needs him to fake date her. She isn't leaving without him this time. She says it's to win a war. He knows it's to win him back. But some fires never die- And this time, they might burn for real.

BOOK ONE OF THE SWEET AND SOUR SERIES Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she found solace in her studies and books. Now at 25, Vanya stands at a crossroads when her mother asks her to settle down. For someone who has lost faith in love over the past few decades, marriage for Vanya was a needle lost in a stack of hay and so was allowing her mother to choose her a life partner. Taking matters into her own hands, Vanya decided a contract marriage would be the best thing to escape from the inevitable chaos. Enters Mahir Oberoi, 30 the CEO of an advertising agency. With beliefs as strong as a mountain and desires as dark as night, Mahir was always ready for whatever life meant to throw at him. But not this time. He wasn't ready for the sudden threat to his position, the prospect of marriage or the five-foot-two brunette that came slamming into him along with it. With the only thing common between the two being their passion for work, Vanya and Mahir found themselves at odds. But, as the saying goes, reality is fleeting. Amidst the sudden wedding and passionate bickering, Vanya and Mahir soon realised, that the beliefs they had all this time were wrong and the reality of it all was all too sweet since the beginning. Tied together into a marriage of convenience, read as how they turn their bitter everything into sweet nothings. ◦°•✩•°◦

"Why do you always look like that?" "Like what?" "Like you hate every person in this room." "That's because I do." "Why? What did these people do to you?" "Nothing. Yet." "You're a pessimist. Every morning you come in, order black coffee, and glare at every single person in the room." "I don't glare at you," he paused. "Most of the time." "We'll that's because I tell good jokes. It'd be criminal to be rude." I could have sworn that I saw him smile. ~~~ Evelyn has a smile that lights up every room. The very ground she walks on seems to come to life from her touch alone. She sees beauty in the things most others dismiss. Michael not so secretly hopes that everyone on Earth dies in the fiery pits of hell. There's never been a single person he's met that makes him believe in the good of humanity. Except Evelyn.

#4 in Top10 in India on 14th March 2025 "itni nafrat naa karein ki pyaar ho jaaye 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊" 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 "𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘲 𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘺𝘦 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 𝗷𝗶𝗶" she whispered with a smile ________________________________________________________ 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖗 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖉𝖆 | 𝕾𝖍𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖓 𝖐𝖆𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖎𝖑𝖑 -His Sardarni "Even if you shot me dead today, you know I would still love you in every birth. Every single breath of mine belongs to you, my queen," the man said, tears rolling down his eyes. "I don't care about your love or your care! The only thing I care about is revenge-and today, I'm going to complete it," the woman hissed, tracing the gun along his face. But something twisted inside her. For the first time, the Mafia Queen felt uneasy, while the Mafia Lord knelt before her, refusing to leave the love of his life. "Please don't do this. I beg you," his voice cracked. All his confidence, boldness, and 'I-don't-give-a-damn' attitude had shattered. Her heart hitched, her body froze-she couldn't pull the trigger on the man in front of her. "Even he begged for his life. Did you stop then?" she screamed, gripping his face between her fingers. "At least listen to me-" he began, but she cut him off by pressing her lips against his. This was no longer just revenge. It was obsession, desire, and love strong enough to make a King-no, a Lord-beg for it. ✨ A Desi Dark Royal Romance 🌸 Full of rivalry, hidden scars, stolen glances, and forbidden touches.