He is the crowned prince of the Kingdom Rakshatra. Everyone in the kingdom feared him as well as respected him. He is well versed in all types of training, intended and given for a crown Prince. Some felt jealous and envious of his talents and achievements, especially his stepmother, who is the ruling Queen. On the other hand, The ruling King, who is his father, always felt his chest swell with pride while thinking about his son. But whenever the king looks at his son and his blank eyes, which veils the underlying hatred, he wished he was able to change the past. The Crown Prince who was once a notorious and innocent kid, had to transform himself into a tough guy after his mother's demise. But he never let his personal resentments come in between his work as a Crown Prince, which is why he is famous among all the royal princesses in the entire Bharatvarsha (Entire Hindustan consisting of different Kingdoms). She is the pampered princess of the Kingdom Hridaypura. Her brother and father, who are the Crown Prince and King respectively, would fulfill all her wishes. She was trained from a young age to behave as a proper Royal lady and also got all the disciplinary lessons, Royal etiquettes as well as financial lessons to handle the inner Palace which will consist of Royal women. Based on her performance assessed by the tutors, she is the most desirable woman among many princes and Kingdoms, who wants a graceful and kind lady. But is she really what everyone thinks she is? Or is there another side for her which is hidden from the world? These two are already engaged from their childhood, decided by their parents. Now when they are grown up, would he accept her? Her first impression on him is also the same, which he disliked the most. WEAK. But is she really Weak? His first impression on her is that of a heartless person. But is he really heartless?

Vaidehi Chauhan was born into a world of gold and grit, but she learned early that a royal smile is the best place to hide a bleeding heart. At twenty-two, she is a storm trapped in silk, bound by a sacred marriage vow to a man who is as much a stranger as he is her husband. Rana Vanraj Singh Rathore is a decade older, a man carved from the hard stone of the Mewar hills, powerful, possessive, and dangerously restrained. To the world, she is the poised princess. To him, she is a mystery he wants to unravel slowly, breath by agonizing breath. Behind the closed doors of the royal wing, the air thickens with a tension that neither of them can voice. It is in the way his gaze lingers on the curve of her neck, or how her pulse stutters whenever he stands close enough for her to feel the heat radiating from his skin. He is a flame that consumes everything in its path, and she is the one woman who refuses to be burnt. But in a palace where every shadow holds a secret, a single word can ignite a fire that no vow can contain. As the hunger she tries to bury begins to clash with the cold duty she was raised for, Vaidehi must face the truth. Loving him isn't just a choice; it is a surrender that will either liberate her or destroy them both. This is a high-tension, mature royal Indian romance where every touch is a provocation and every glance is a sin.

Ruined by Royalty Two princes. One girl. And a throne stained with lust, power, and obsession. Liyana was never meant to be seen. A palace maid with no name, no voice, and no right to dream. Until they came back. The twin heirs of the empire- Zafir: the cold, ruthless prince with eyes like daggers and a touch that burns. Zuhair: the smooth-talking charmer who tastes like danger and whispers like sin. They rule the palace. They own the night. And somehow... they want her. She tries to run. They corner her. She tries to hide. They crave her. She says no. They don't listen. Trapped between obsession and royalty, Liyana must survive the heat, the hunger, and the twisted game only princes know how to play. She thought monsters wore crowns. She didn't know they'd kiss like gods. This isn't love. This is war. And Liyana is the battlefield. 18+

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

NISHAAMOH SERIES ONE🥀 ༺𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒑𝒖𝒕༻ X ༺𝑵𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒌༻ ◉✿𝕋𝕣𝕠𝕡𝕖𝕤✿◉ ♡ Revenge (Ofcourse). ♡ Explicit scenes ♡ Bre@stfeeding & Navel Paglu ♡ Pain and Ple@sure ♡ An@l ♡ Family bonding ♡ Kn¡fe Play (Mild) ♡ Dark romance ♡ Bloody wars ♡ Mystery thriller ♡ Secrets ♡ Most Importantly 👇🏻 "𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒅𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒌 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚" ♡♡ TABAH ISHQ: His Obsessed Bride is a dark, desi historical romance of power, pride, and possession, where hatred fuels obsession and love becomes the most dangerous sin of all📚

Sarpanch × Student 29 × 21 MMC - "Agr ye sindoor dubara tumhri maang se utra ya mujhe ye jagah Khali nazar ayi, to dhyan rkhna wo har insan jo tumhare liye important hai, uske khoon se ye maang bharunga." FMC - "Haiwaan hain aap, thakur saheb. Or hum ek haiwaan ki biwi kehlana kabhi nhi apnayenge."

𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Busines Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀. __________________________________________ "He was my Darkest Temptation." ~SITARA~ "She was my Sweetest Sin" ~RUVANSH~

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #4 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Sitara Bose is the quiet storm. The girl with glasses, the one who always plays the side character in everyone else's story. She's endured more than her share of storms. Cruel betrayals, relentless bullying, and the sting of broken trust. But no matter how many times the world tried to break her, she refused to fall. Rudraksh Suryawanshi is a man who thrives in control. A ruthless businessman with a past buried under layers of secrets, he carries a darkness that no one dares to uncover. But the moment he lays eyes on Sitara, something inside him snaps. She's his angel, his obsession, his only desire. There's just one problem: She's meant to marry his brother. As the wedding looms closer, fate twists in ways neither of them expects. Betrayed by those she once trusted, Sitara is left shattered. But Rudraksh has already made his choice. He will have her, no matter the cost. As tension simmers and boundaries blur, their connection becomes an unstoppable force, dark, passionate, and inevitable. But with every stolen moment, every heated glance, they walk the fine line between love and destruction. Did the stars align for them, or were they doomed from the start? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

He was the country's rising cricket star-loved, celebrated, untouchable. I was just another face in the crowd, one fan among thousands who screamed his name. But in a single glance, under the blinding stadium lights, something shifted. He caught my eyes-and I caught his heart. Between roaring crowds and silent nights, between fame and fear, he chose me. But what happens when the world discovers that the nation's golden boy has fallen for an ordinary girl? Because in cricket, every catch counts. And this time... I might just be his 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝. --- They call me the nation's golden boy. Every run I score, every match I win, is celebrated like a festival. Millions cheer for me- but at the end of the day, I'm just another boy standing alone in the middle of a crowded stadium. And then I saw her. One face, hidden in thousands. One pair of eyes that didn't look at me like I was a hero, but like I was simply... me. She was never supposed to matter. She was just a fan. But the truth? The moment our eyes met, I knew the game had already changed. Because this time, I wasn't playing for the crowd. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

"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.