*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

Bσσƙ 1 of #ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜɴᴅ & ᴡᴇᴀᴘᴏɴ ꜱᴀɢᴀ SERIES!! He is a villain by the devil's law.. and that laws were made by him (because he was a devil himself). She hates crimes and HE is a CRIME HIMSELF... She wants to make him regret his bad deeds.. and he wants to make her regret the day he saw her.. "Stay away from me, Precious.. you won't be able to handle the way I love" "But what if I don't???" "Then I won't let you leave even if you regret it" he whispered in a deep voice..

"From Childhood i have desired him, Admired him, I can go to any extent to get him" Yashna Rajvansh, A Women who is madly in love with her childhood crush and ready to do anything to get him. "I don't believe in love or marriage, I have only one goal" Abeer Singh Rathore, A man who is feared across the continent. Will Love find their way ?

She was married before she understood what marriage meant. He forgot before he learned what love truly is. Pakhi, a sharp-witted girl from Jaisalmer, returns to her hometown after years of living like the past never happened. No one remembers the childhood wedding that tied her to a boy with royal blood Rudraansh Rathore, heir to Jaisalmer's throne, returns from abroad not just as royalty, but as the future king of an underground empire no one dares speak of. When fate brings them back into the same city, only one of them knows the truth... And the other is standing too close to danger or destiny... to see it coming. In a city where crowns gleam and secrets rot, what happens when a forgotten bride crosses paths with her king... again?

"𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬" 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 ᯓᡣ𐭩 𝕽𝖚𝖉𝖗𝖆 𝖝 𝕯𝖎𝖘𝖍𝖆 ᯓᡣ𐭩 "𝑅𝑢𝑑𝑟𝑎 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑤 𝑢𝑝 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝐷𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎, 𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠 𝑝𝑙𝑜𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑜𝑤𝑛𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑙, 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦. 𝑊ℎ𝑒𝑛 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑒𝑥𝑒𝑐𝑢𝑡𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑖𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑙𝑖𝑓𝑒. 𝐷𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑒𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑜𝑛𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑒𝑟𝑠𝑜𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑔𝑡ℎ 𝑡𝑜 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑏𝑜𝑡ℎ. 𝑇ℎ𝑖𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑠 𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑜𝑛𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑜 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑦𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. 𝐴𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑞𝑢𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠, 𝐷𝑖𝑠ℎ𝑎 𝑚𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤: 𝑅𝑢𝑑𝑟𝑎 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑟 𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑡 𝑜𝑛 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑑'𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑑𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔, 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑤ℎ𝑜 ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑝, 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑦 𝑏𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑡ℎ

Safiya Shah has built her life on justice - fierce in the courtroom, fearless in the face of power. She never imagined her next battle would be with Zaviyar Khan, the cold, commanding Nawab of Azamgarh. Raised worlds apart yet tied by a hidden history, they are connected by a bond neither of them understands - and a darkness only Zaviyar remembers. When a family emergency brings Safiya back to Azamgarh, old secrets stir. Attending Zaviyar's grand wedding, Safiya watches in shock as his fiancée flees, leaving disgrace behind. But even greater shock awaits: a revelation that their late grandfather's dying wish was to see Zaviyar and Safiya married. For Zaviyar, it's the perfect storm. Behind his calm facade burns a deep hatred - a need for revenge for a tragedy Safiya doesn't even know her family caused. For Safiya, it's a battle of heart and honor - drawn to a man who wants nothing more than to see her broken. As promises are made under ancient vows, love and hatred collide. In a world where loyalty demands sacrifice, can a marriage built on vengeance survive the truth?

"𝐏𝐥𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐞, 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧... 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞." My parents say I was violent even as a child. That rage lived in my bones before I learned how to name it. My friends say I have a destructive personality, that people should keep their distance from me if they value their peace. They aren't wrong. My mind and my heart were never calm. There was always noise inside me restless, burning, demanding release. Whatever stood in front of me felt breakable, and my control vanished before I even realized it was slipping. Then she walked into my life. Paruskha Solanki. My rival's sister. Soft. Untouched. A beautiful rose growing where she never should have. She was never meant to matter. At first, she was nothing more than a bet. A distraction. One careless week meant to satisfy my boredom and prove my power. But for the first time in my life... things didn't go the way I planned. I am the leader of The Velvet. The college fears me. One look in my eyes, and they know-I am the storm they cannot survive. And she was forbidden. Untouchable. The one line I should never have crossed. I knew I should have stayed away. But I broke that rule anyway. Now... I don't just want her. I need her. I need to feel her presence to calm the chaos around me. I need her touch to anchor the rage that constantly claws at my skin. I want to leave my mark so deep that she can never forget who changed her, who pulled her apart and forced her to become something stronger. I crave control not just over her body, but her thoughts, her will, her soul. To watch her fall... and rise again only because I allow it. But I forgot one thing. Roses have thorns. And they draw blood. My kitten thinks she can push me away. She's wrong. It's already too late. And she doesn't know this yet but my favourite colour has always been crimson. { A Standalone} | | MATURE CONTENT 18+ | |