"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

Two scarred souls. One unbreakable bond. A love neither of them believes in. Meera Sharma has spent her life as an afterthought-overshadowed, unwanted, and carrying the weight of a past that still haunts her. An abusive childhood and a near-assault in university and home left her with deep scars, making trust and intimacy feel impossible. Now, as a Professional surgeon, she's determined to carve out a future for herself-one free from the ghosts of her past. Raghav Malhotra is a man who trusts no one. As the ruthless CEO of Malhotra Industries, betrayal has hardened him, teaching him that love is nothing more than a weakness waiting to be exploited. Discipline and control rule his world-until an arranged marriage shatters the walls he's so carefully built. Thrown together in a union neither of them wanted, Meera and Raghav are forced to confront not only each other but also the demons they've spent years running from. Can two broken hearts find solace in the wreckage of their pasts? Or will their pain push them further into the darkness, forever trapped behind the walls they've built? A slow-burn, emotionally gripping tale of healing, trust, and love that refuses to be ignored.

꧁❀~☞ •°:༺🎀༻ 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕚 ༺🎀༻:°• ☜~❀꧂ Ⓣⓗⓔⓘⓡ ⓛⓘⓣⓣⓛⓔ ⓟⓡⓘⓝⓒⓔⓢⓢ ❖ He was staring at her and she looked back at him with her big doe eyes, tears welled up in her beautiful hazel eyes Without any hesitation, he gently pulled her into a hug "Calm down, princess see? Your papa is alright" He said softly and stroking her hair "N-no yo-you ar-are ly-lying y-you a-are no-not we-well" she said between in hiccups She hugged him tightly like if she let go, he would disappear ❖ She looked at them in confusion, not understanding why they were laughing at her Mr. Handsome "Why are you all making fun of Mr. Handsome? You shouldn't do that, you all know Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" She said cutely, her lips forming into a pout "How do you know if he's God's favorite or not?" His son asked, half teasing "Because he has seven babies and Nanimaa used to say that when God is happy with someone, he gives them a baby.....If he's really happy, he gives one more and God is very happy with Mr. Handsome.....that's why God gave him seven babies and that's why Mr. Handsome is God's favorite" she said innocently They all looked at her and then at her Mr. Handsome And burst into laughter ❖ He is her Mr. Handsome🕊 -her saviour -her protector -and her home. 𓆩♡𓆪 She is his daughter🦋 -his jaan -his angel -and his life. ✤❀✤ 𝕋𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕗𝕒𝕞𝕚𝕝𝕪 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕙𝕖 𝕚𝕤 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕚𝕣 𝕝𝕚𝕥𝕥𝕝𝕖 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕤𝕤 ⚠️DO NOT COPY MY WORK ⚠️

Everyone fights from the world to protect and get their love, but in this story, the villain of their love will be themselves. They'll have to fight with their own demons to conquer their love. To get their happily ever after, they will need to trust again to let someone enter the walls of their heart again. Will they be able to give it a chance? Will they be able to conquer their love over their past? Will they ever be able to fight themselves for themselves? The two are broken hearts arranged by their family to heal each other. The ending was not supposed to be the one the author has decided to give them, but no one deserves the ending the author has decided for them.

His face dipped in the crook of her neck. She was caged in between the cupboard and his hand. His one hand was beside her head, and the one was on her waist. He inhaled deeply, his nose grazing the soft skin of her neck. She shivered and cluthched her saree tightly in her hands . He backed away slightly, only met her gaze as their eyes looked. The dominance, desire, and hint jealousy did'nt go unnoticed by her. His eyes moved to her lips, but as she took a deep yet shaky breath, he backed away slightly. His hands cuped her throat, and his fingers rubbed it softly. "𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭," he whispered, his voice laced with danger and his tone hiding something beneath it. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢 a man who belongs from the famous business family in India. He is not a sunshine type but a type who has the power to finish anyone just in the blink of an eye. He never wanted to marry in his late 20s his aim was to take his company on first place in an international market. 𝐒𝐚𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐚 a woman who belongs from a very well-known business family she never had interest in her family business and her family respected that she is a graphic designer . She is a sunshine girl who is kind to everyone, and always has a smile on her face but what will happen when she is forced to marry aryan?? What wil happen when both the opposite will marry each other?? °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐢, 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐧𝐨-𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐜𝐚𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐞-𝐟𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐦𝐨𝐬𝐭-𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬. 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲, 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦-𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞, 𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐀 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐭, 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.🖤🥀

Prologue She was unconscious for four days. No one from her family came to see her. Her heart broke. She was in the hospital, yet no one cared enough to visit. Even after everything that had happened to her, she remained alone. As she walked slowly through the hospital corridor, her legs weak and her body aching, she saw them-her family. They stood there, talking in hushed voices. Relief and pain twisted inside her as she limped toward them. Then, without warning, a sharp slap struck her cheek. She stood frozen, numb not from the impact but from the words that followed. "Are you at peace finally? She has been raped because of you. Look at her condition, she is dying." A broken smile formed on her lips. Anyone could see her own ruined state-anyone but them. Once again, they had played their game. Once again, she was the one proven guilty. She wanted to scream, to tell them the truth. "It wasn't her who was raped. It was ME." But no words came out. Only silence.

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆...𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂. __________________________________________ |● 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈×𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐌 In a world where power whispers louder than screams & silence kills, where the walls have the stories that are meant to be hidden, where some vows are made in blood. Some in shadows, he sat on the throne. The throne born of ruin. And she-unseen, unheard, unwanted-was the only one who ever looked him in the eye... and didn't look away. She didn't belong to him. But she wasn't hers anymore either. He wanted to drag her into his world, ruin her with his silence, mark her where no one else could see. And yet, he stood there-cold, controlled, burning. Because the ache wasn't the worst part. The fact that he liked it was. Two unseen souls. One forced bond. And a storm no one saw coming. #2nd book in "His Bride" Series. ●Started on 3rd October. ROY♡

Zaya Khurana had learned to be content-or at least to pretend. She was the wife of a millionaire, the mother of three, and the quiet shadow that held their world together. Somewhere between school runs, business dinners, and keeping a home that never seemed to rest, she had stopped noticing herself. There was no joy anymore. No hope. Not even the echo of the marriage she once believed in. Aadhrit Dev Khurana, her husband, no longer looked at her the way he used to-no hunger, no warmth, not even the cold intensity he once wielded so fiercely. He loved control, loved their children, loved his empire... but her? She wasn't sure anymore. He was always busy, always somewhere else. Office. Meetings. The children. Everyone got pieces of him except her. Years of distance had turned their marriage into a silent battlefield-no fights, no words, just a slow, suffocating erosion. He had once been obsessed with her; now he barely noticed she was drowning. And maybe she was no longer the woman he had chosen... but perhaps the cruel truth was that he was no longer the man she had loved.