Maktub-Al-Hayat: Destined by Fate 𝘼𝙡𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙢𝙧𝙖 أنت أجمل مصير _ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ

"All the dreams I've envisioned for us will come true; the only difference is that I won't be in any of them." Amara had faced unimaginable loss, scarred by witnessing her parents perish in flames at just three years old. Her world was shattered in a single night, leaving her alone in a cruel reality. However, fate had not entirely abandoned her. The Rajvansh family, led by her father's best friend, took her in and raised her as one of their own, providing her with a loving home despite the pain that lingered in her heart. Years passed, and Amara found solace within the Rajvansh household, though the memories of her tragic past never fully faded. As she reached adulthood, life forced her into a pivotal decision-marriage. Ayaan Rajvansh, her childhood confidant and boyfriend, seemed the perfect choice, and the Rajvansh family celebrated the impending union. Yet, not everyone shared in the joy. Amara's decision crushed Abhimaan Rajvansh, the elder son of the family. Despite his immense power, wealth, and control over the AA Group of Industries, he was helpless in the face of his own heartache. For eighteen years, Amara had unknowingly held sway over every aspect of his being. She was his world, his obsession, his torment. The question now loomed: was this truly the end of Abhimaan's unrequited love? Would he stand aside as Amara became another man's wife, or would the darkness within him take over, driving him to claim her, no matter the cost? Abhimaan: "I am terrified that I might destroy you..." Amara: "Then destroy me, please..."

"Leave me, you Idiot. I am not Yours And We are not together. I don't like you And I don't ever wanna be with you. Do you get that?" I snapped at him angrily. I felt his muscles tensing up and his eyes darkened. Was he angry? Nope, Furious..!!! I tried to step back only to be held more tightly. I trembled in his hold and gripped his shirt tightly to control my fear. "You.Are.Destined.To.Be.Mine and will be Mine, always. Nobody can change it, if it is you also. Keep it in your mind very clearly, Jaan. And don't you ever dare to tell that words to me. Understood?" He said in a dangerous calm tone looking into my eyes, his eyes filled with passion. ------------ Being An Arrogant and Ruthless No. 1 Business Tycoon of India, The Great SM aka Sanskar Maheshwari had no feelings! He liked to rule everyone and set his own rules and lived by that. He thought that money was everything and there was no place for emotions. He had his power all over in India and Asia. He had no idea of love or commitments in his life. He had dated many girls but it was just for time pass and publicity. He had no damn feelings for anyone, even for his family who were just fond of their Status and fame. But what will happen when he meets the innocent and cute Swara Gadodia who has that heart which has the power to melt anyone? As she came to drink in his own pub with her friends, his eyes caught the innocent Swara. His heart fluttered seeing her for the first time and his gaze followed her. He fixed it in his mind that she is 'His!' His Destined Girl..! Drunken Swara was confronted by Sanskar who had saved her from the men who tried to misbehave with her. What will happen when the drunken Swara pours her heart out to Sanskar? Join in the Journey of the Magical Love between #SwaSan where one is Arrogant and other is Innocent. With Love, Madhu ❤️

#1STORY OF TWISTED SERIES. 📍•TWISTED OBSESSION RIYANSH SINGH RAJVANSH, 28 year old,A greek God in form of a man or better say god of hell. He is a underworld mafia boss and CEO of his self made company RAJVANSH INT. AND GROUPS. IF anyone try to double cross him he made sure before death he might felt hell on earth. Have a little brother as his family and deprived of any love from family made him heartless . loss whole family in tragic event except his little brother. he is heavenly handsome , hot and sexy any woman come across him wants to get in his pants but he hate girls touch and he is allergic to girls touch. ANCHAL MEHRA, 25 year old, A very beautiful girl with a innocent face but no one knows what is behind that innocent face. she is a journalist which is known by world but the reality is only she knows. in 25 years she never felt love due to death of her mother while giving birth to her, she felt a very horrible nightmare. she is a cold hearted girl. not believe in love. Let's see what will happen when the whole destiny start to make them one. ---------------------: ) "kiss me and I'll answer u for everything " he said "I'm here for work MR. RAJVANSH " I raised my voice a little but this handsome hunk, shit what the hell are u thinking girl. he replied "and I'm helping u my MALYASHKA" he whisper lowly and sexily shit shit what the hell is wrong with you girl. -------------------------; ) "U will not choose me after knowing my truth"I said while sobbing. "IT'S NOT ME BUT THAT FUCKER WORLD MADE ME THIS" I cried out loud but he cupped my face in his hand and made me look into his dark brown eyes, said "I choose you , I'll choose you again and again. Because it's you my MALYSHKA and other than you no one fucking matters to me" 🪐🪐 Trops :- Mafia × journalist Strong FL× Strong ML Grumpy × Grumpy He fell first but she fell harder Darkromance Touch him\her and die MATURE

Book 3 in ROMANO'S Series. (Not a Standalone) •ɪᴛ ᴀʟʟ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀɴ ᴇʏᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴀᴄᴛ• 🦄 A squeal to- ℜ𝔬𝔪𝔞𝔫𝔬'𝔰 𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔱 𝔐𝔞𝔣𝔦𝔞 𝔓𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔠𝔢𝔰𝔰 🦄 𝗔𝗺𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗼 - the dazzling Princess of Italy. Idol (singer and dancer)... and secretly obsessed with the one man she should stay away from - the Mafia Lord of the Underworld. 𝗔𝘀𝗵𝘃𝗶𝗸 𝗥𝗮𝗶 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮- cold, ruthless, feared by all. The Mafia King who has been silently watching The Princess of Italy for five years. Two powerful worlds. Two hidden obsessions. And now, fate brings them face to face. The spark is undeniable. 🦄 "Fuc-king... Aah... h-hell, S-Shiv!" My voice broke, shaky and breathless, as I tried to glare at him - but he was lost in the rhythm, thrusting deep and relentless. He grinned, eyes dark and wild. "Aren't you feeling heaven, baby?" he teased, hips snapping forward again, making me moan louder. My fingers dug into his back, nails leaving marks on his burning skin. "I think I should keep going until you scream that this is heaven..." he growled. "Shiv..." I whispered, breath ragged, "It's five in the freaking morning." He smirked darkly, placing both hands on my waist, pulling me impossibly closer. "Exactly. Still night. Not done yet." And then - he crashed his mouth onto mine, devouring me with a kiss as deep as his thrusts. Our bodies trembled, hearts racing. And once again, together - we fell apart. I collapsed against him, barely holding myself up, my head resting on his shoulder. 🦄 The story is in English But has few hindi dialogue with english translation 🦄 ○Tropes○ They fell first and fell harder Slow Burn Rom-Com Grumpy×Sunshine King×Princess Mafia Lord×Mafia Princess Mafia×Idol Best friend's brother 🦄 Insta I'd : @she_writeshim Follow for spoilers🤙

"We shouldn't play with fire, Rooh," He spoke near my ears, pecking my jawline. I was breathing erratically unable to encompass my perturbation. "What if I want to play with it?" I said, my voice sensual, subduing my thudding heart. His hand went to my waist, and he squeezed it, kneading it. "It will burn you, Rooh. You don't know the vehemence of the burning blaze. It will eradicate your existence," His voice was dark and titillating, making me shudder at the intenseness. "What if I want it to deplete me? What if I want to get burned in this vehemence of burning blaze?" I contested. "Think before you articulate anything, Rooh. I am not a manageable man." "I don't like manageable things, Dev." "Once you are mine, I will never allow you to go. You will be mine in every fucking birth," He spoke out possessively. "I want to be yours in my every birth, Prince Dev Pratap Singh." ******************************************** Destiny - predetermined state or end. Destiny is not a matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for. It is a thing to be achieved. Ruhanika Sharma is a simple girl with a filmmaking degree who loves history and lives in a fantasy world. Despite the challenges she faced throughout her life, she never lost her innocence and finds joy in the little things. Upon abruptly discovering herself in a distinct realm wherein all individuals are donning customary attire and preparing to greet the Crown Prince of Magadh, what transpires? What happens when she realizes she is in the past, specifically 800 years ago, rather than the present? What would happen if she attracted the interest of Prince Dev Pratap Singh, the Crown Prince of Magadh? How was she going to return to her own time? Moreover, what happens if she decides against returning? What if they were able to find comfort in one another? What will be their destiny?

Book 1 of "Arranged Marriage" Series Dive into this Arranged Marriage which is spicy, salty and sweet. They saw, they fought, they quarrelled and they lived........ Enter into their life full of chaos and calm . . . . . . . . . . . . "Don't you fucking dare to touch my things. My family wanted a daughter-in-law and I wanted a wife for name-sake to ascend the throne of Rathores. So stay away from me and my things." He angrily spat. I was on the verge of breaking my patience. What do he think of himself. "DO YOU GET IT?" He yelled. And that's it. It was my saturation point. "NO!!!!, I don't get it and yes DO NOT YELL!!! I can also do that. May be better than you, so keep your voice down and I am not interested in you and your belongings from the fucking beginning. So don't worry I won't interfere in your personal space." I quoted the "personal space" giving pressure to that word. I think he is awestruck or may be shocked that I gave him a reply. He came close, I mean deadly closer that our breaths mingled together. But I didn't budge from my position. We were only a inch far from each other. He literally hovered over me and I thought that the night will last long in fighting with the monster of my husband. But he just glared deadly at me and stormed off to the washroom slamming the door shut. Then I released the breath which I didn't even notice I was holding. . . . . . . Strong male and female characters Grumpy x Sunshine Arrogant x Sweet South Indian girl