𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

SHEDULE: EVERY MONDAY When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power?

‎‧₊˚✧ Previously known as Love Between Hate, ✧˚₊. ꧁ᬊᬁ𝕱𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖑𝖞 𝕽𝖎𝖛𝖆𝖑𝖗𝖞, 𝕰𝖓𝖊𝖒𝖎𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝕷𝖔𝖛𝖊𝖗 ᬊ᭄꧂ 𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑒𝓋𝒾𝓁. 𝐻𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒷𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓉, 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓈𝒶𝓈𝓈. 𝐻𝑒 𝓈𝓉𝓇𝒾𝓀𝑒𝓈. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝒽𝓊𝓃𝓉𝓈. 𐙚 ⋆˚Aakarsh Singh Mehrotra X Ikshita Singhania ⋆˚꩜｡۶ৎ ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴜɴᴛᴇʀ ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄᴋᴇʀ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇʏ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇʏ ɪꜱ ʟᴇꜰᴛ ᴛᴏ ʜᴜɴᴛ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴍᴏʀᴇ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇᴡʜᴇʀᴇ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ, ᴀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ɪꜱ ꜰᴏʀɢᴇᴅ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ɪɴᴋ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʙʟᴏᴏᴅ. ⌯⌲⋆. 𐙚˚࿔ Bound by the flames of revenge, yet chasing different prey, their worlds collided. She was sold to him-nothing more than a pawn, a possession in his ruthless game. 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ ‎‧₊˚✧They tried to shatter them. Instead, they rose-like a phoenix, reborn from the ashes..❤︎‎✧˚₊‧ 𖹭ᴊᴀʙ ɴᴀꜰʀᴀᴛ ᴋᴀʀɪ ᴘᴏʀᴇ ᴊᴜɴᴏᴏɴ ꜱᴇ ᴋᴀʀɪ ᴀʙ ᴍᴏʜᴀʙʙᴀᴛ ᴅᴇᴇᴡᴀɴɢᴀɴɪ ᴋɪ ʜᴀʀ ʜᴀᴅᴅ ᴘᴀʀ ᴋᴇ ᴋɪᴋᴀʀᴇɴɢᴇ. 𖹭 top trending in India at #1 four times , #3 two times, #5; in Canada at #4 & #5 thrice; in UK #2, in US #5 ִֶָ. ..𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ🪽་༘࿐ Bonus chapters available on stck ! Unedited version as well on stck completed ! ꧁ঔৣ☬✞ᯓ ✈︎✞☬ঔৣ꧂

This book is a sequel to Khalifa and cannot be read as a standalone. To avoid spoilers, description and excerpt are added inside the book. ✵ Started: May 2, 2022. Completed: December 3, 2022. ✵ cover by @xniftykayx

A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of love that doesn't just 'owns' you... it unravels you in the most beautiful way. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )

𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐒𝐡𝐞: 𝐀 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐞. 𝐇𝐞: 𝐀𝐧 𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞. "𝐌𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐮𝐬." SAD ENDING ALERT! !𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐏𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭! -limebebe

Vindictive words of your beloved hurts the most. At first you are taken aback. You won't believe its from them. It cause unbearable pain at first but pain doesn't lessen in second, third and so on time. As the time passes intensity of the pain increased and at one point either you completely succumbed or became immune to every emotion. This is story of Vindictive Akshay and headstrong Smita. "I'll do as I please. Who are you to stop me? "Anger radiating from each cell of Smita. Her eyes were shooting daggers and pupils dilated.Nostrils were flared, muscles clenched and fist is ready to hit him. " Ah my feisty princess is back. "he remarks. " I am not yours infact I never was. "she snapped. He took calculative steps towards her and holds her waist tightly with one hand. " What are you doing?" Smita struggles in his arms. She moved her hands vigorously to free herself from his grip but no avail his grip tightened on her waist. He pulled her towards him. Her breast were touching his bare torso. Her each movement now igniting raw passion and desire. Her breath became uneven and her struggle subsides.Its good for her as her efforts is sterile in compare to his strength. His hand touched her neck and stopped at her chin. He lifts her chin and looked directly into her eyes. "kiss me. "he ordered her. His words felt like venom. It felt like someone pour molten lava in her ears. She tries to push him away but his grip strengthens. "You will kiss me today sweetheart. "his words ran shivers in her spine. " please "came a whisper from her. " You can leave AFTER KISSING ME" his emphasise words broke her hope. She stands on her tip toes, hold his face in her hands and placed her lips on his. His hand caressed her hairs and pulled her closer. He took all she have. When they were breathless he broke the kiss. "Forever mine, all mine, mine only . "he remarked. "Never yours." English is not my first language so you may witness grammatical errors.

All of a sudden the door just opened and he barged inside the room and marched towards her furiously. He shouted her name in anger but she didn't reply and continued packing her things. His eyes filled with rage ,no one ever dared to ignore him like that,without thinking a bit he clutched her hand tightly and snatched whatever was in her hands and threw that in the corner of the room and looked at her with rage filled eyes and shouted, "Are you dumb ??? I said look at me paarthvi" (clutched her hands tightly she gt startled) "Didn't I tell you that you can't leave this house.How the hell you think you can get rid of me since you willingly accepted this marriage ?" (Grasping her waist tightly he pushed her towards him and tilted her jaw to make her look at his cold blooded angry eyes) "Look at me otherwise you won't like the consequences, Mrs Paarthvi Ranvijaay Singh Shekhawat" (She looked at him with teary eyes) "I will say this just once , you will live or die with me in this house.you are bound to be with me for the rest of your life.I married you and I won't let you go anywhere even if I die I will take you with me in the grave ... Put this simple thing in your small brain." Ranvijay Singh Shekhawat-A 34 year old,cold hearted handsome guy who just care about his fmly for others he is a heartless man.He is as cold as ice and as hot as 🔥 fire.He is quite possessive about his things and doesn't believe in marriages and love. Paarthvi Singh Chauhan-She is a 25 year old kind hearted and generous girl.She is a perfectionist who loves nature and finds happiness in small things.She believes in love and giving respect to everyone and demands the same.She is really attached towards her tradition and culture. Love_Qiana🖤 ♥️13Nov22 Highest ranking 13dec.22-: #3 in #hatelove 23dec.22-: #1in #proud 26dec.22-: #1 in #agegap 26dec.22-: #2 in #wedding 27dec.22-:#1 in #husband 18feb.23-:#1 in#indianwedding

#Top5 in India (07/09/2025) #Top4 in India (08/09/2025) 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚.. 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐒𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Sakshi had just stepped into her nineteenth year. She was not like other girls - instead, she was very timid, shy, and quiet, with a heart as pure as holy water. She grew up in a family of five, where every day she saw her father hurting and torturing her mother without any reason. Watching this pain at home, Sakshi slowly lost all her dreams about marriage and love. To her, marriage was not something beautiful - it was something to fear. One day, without asking for her opinion or even telling anyone else, her father fixed her marriage with a man a few years older than her. Hearing this, Sakshi felt her world fall apart. Fear gripped her heart - what if her future husband turned out just like her father? What if her life became another cage of pain and sadness? Terrified and helpless, Sakshi stands at the edge of a new life she never asked for. What will happen to her now? Will her husband bring her happiness, or will history repeat itself? 𝐄𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 ✨✨

I never intended to become entangled in their politics- let alone in the bed of their prince. I crossed deserts and seas, driven by a single hope; to save my brother, the only family I have, from a foreign land. He was captured and chained by the King of Hind during our war of conquest. But to free him, I became bound to the man who snatched everything from me. The Prince whose very name fills me with rage: Rawal Ekagraj. A single night with him shattered my honor and binded me to a fate, I never chose for myself. As the crowned Empress of Arabia, I could never betray my people. Yet, he makes me falter. Why? His eyes-deep, dangerous, and impenetrable red eyes that pulled me closer to a destiny I could never escape. Now, I am his bride. A forbidden bride trapped by vows I never wanted and held captive in a kingdom that sees me as the enemy. I lived with the fear of dying any moment there. He was never meant to be mine, just as I was never meant to be his. If we ever fall in love, which was always impossible, it would be as forbidden as it is undeniable. Because it would set against my lucious world steeped in Magic, Betrayal and War. But Rawal was not the only danger I had to face. Something was there which I didn't know. Something which nobody knew. Something dark and destructible. And when it came- we all fell on our knees. It destroyed and shed rivers of blood. But someone was there who was still not satisfied. My past haunted me, my brother's life was slipping away, and the Prince- my captor, my enemy- became the only solace I knew. He seeks peace in me, and in his arms I feel a dangerous flicker of love. This is a tale of love, betrayal, and the ultimate battle between magic, loyalty, and destiny. How can two souls bloom when faith divides them? And when the moment comes to choose, will we sacrifice our hearts to honor the lands we came from? Or will we defy fate itself to survive its wrath?