What happens when the man you hate is the one you're already married to? Noor is a bright, spirited literature student with a sharp tongue and a hidden past. Azlan is her cold, distant professor-feared, respected, and emotionally unavailable. But beneath his composed exterior hides a storm he never lets anyone see. They clash from day one. She challenges his authority. He questions her every move. But what no one knows? They were secretly married years ago-tied by a promise made in childhood, forgotten by one and burned into the soul of the other. When fate places them under one roof again, old sparks reignite into something far more dangerous-feelings. She's sunshine. He's storms. She tries to move on. He starts to fall. But between buried secrets, shattered expectations, and a love neither of them asked for... will their hearts survive? A slow-burn halal romance full of angst, stolen glances, silent duas, and a love written in destiny.

"I DON'T WANT ANY SELFISH WOMAN AROUND MY CHILD!" Rudra roared, the glass shattering in his fist. "STOP IT, RUDRA," Siya said softly, tears brimming in her eyes. "I LOVE HIM... I WOULD NEVER HURT YOUR REYANSH." "DON'T SHOW ME THOSE FAKE TEARS OF YOURS!" he snapped, voice sharp like a blade, slamming his fist into the wall with a thud that echoed through the room. "YOU THINK I CAN'T SEE THROUGH THAT INNOCENT ACT? THAT SOFTNESS? IT'S ALL A LIE, ISN'T IT?" Siya dropped to her knees, heart breaking. "IT'S NOT ABOUT REYANSH, RUDRA... IT'S ABOUT YOU... YOU NEEDED LOVE, RUDRA." . . . ╰┈➤Rudra Singhania - a six-foot-tall man, breathtakingly handsome and steamingly hot, with a presence that commands attention. Grumpy as hell, CEO of Singhania Group of Industries Pvt. Ltd., recently returned from London. A man carved from ice and fire, he's a single parent to little Reyansh - just a few months old - trying to balance towering empires with tiny cries. He hates women, hates emotions, and despises the very idea of letting a nanny or any woman near his baby. ╰┈➤Siya Sharma - a beautiful, cheerful girl with a heart full of dreams and the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders. Daughter to a single mother and a protective elder sister, she balances her 4th year of architecture with the chaos of life. What she never saw coming was becoming the unexpected nanny to Rudra Singhania's baby - a twist of fate that would change everything. Two opposites. One roof. A child in between. Will Siya ever be more than just a nanny in Rudra's eyes? Will Reyansh open his heart to her? And will Rudra finally let love touch the parts of him he's buried deep?

In the heart of Rajasthan, where power is inherited and loyalty is demanded, love is the most dangerous rebellion. Shivaay Rathore-cold-hearted, disciplined, and destined to be the future King-is a man who bows to duty, not desire. Feared by his enemies and revered by his people, his world is built on control and legacy. But when his grandmother brings home a quiet, innocent village girl from Sitamgarh, his carefully ordered life begins to fracture. Isha Singh-an orphan raised in silence, shaped by struggle-is thrust into a world of silk and secrets. Chosen by fate, or perhaps by obsession, she steps into a palace where she belongs to no one... and yet, catches the eye of the man who rules it. A forced marriage. A forbidden love. She was never meant to be his queen. But he? He was always destined to fall. #1 in #royalfamily (29 may, 2025), (1 june, 2025) (3 june, 2025) (17 june, 2025) #2 in #forcedmarriage (29 may, 2025) #1 in #Indian (29 may, 2025) (3 june, 2025) (11 june, 2025) (17 june, 2025) #1 in #dark romance (29 may, 2025)

"You don't even know how fucking perfect you are, do you?" His voice low, rough, vibrating through me. "I could stay right here, kissing you like this... and still never get enough." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ "Do you know how hard it is to see you like this?" His growl dragged over me. "Wet. Vulnerable. And all mine." "Rehan-" His fingers traced up my arm, slow enough to set every nerve on fire. "Your pulse is racing," he murmured, thumb brushing my wrist. "Is it fear, Tara... or something else?" He leaned in, lips ghosting mine. "One day, you'll beg to wear my ring. You'll thank me for tonight." His breath hit my mouth, fingers grazing the edge of my towel- and my knees nearly buckled. "T-These... marriage papers?" His smile sharpened. "Thought you couldn't wait any longer." "I didn't sign this." He stepped closer, heat swallowing the space between us. "Not yet." A whisper. A promise. "But you will." His lips brushed my cheek- deadly, soft, claiming. "Enjoy your birthday, Mrs. Singhania." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ I told myself it was just one night... But he looked at me like it was the beginning of everything.

𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1 𝙤𝙛 𝙏𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 "𝑨𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒃𝒂 𝒌𝒐. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑨𝒑𝒏𝒊 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒒𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒌𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 "~ 𝘼𝙣𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙖 𝙏𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙪𝙧 " 𝑰'𝒍𝒍 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒘. 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓. 𝒀𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆."~ 𝗔𝗱𝗵𝗶𝗿𝗮𝗷 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝖨𝗇 𝖺 𝗉𝗅𝖺𝖼𝖾 𝗅𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖺 𝗆𝖺𝗇 𝖿𝖾𝖺𝗋𝖾𝖽 𝖻𝗒 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒𝗈𝗇𝖾, 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗀𝖾𝖽𝗒 𝗎𝗇𝖿𝗈𝗅𝖽𝖾𝖽 𝖺𝗌 𝖺𝗇 𝖺𝗋𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝖺𝗍𝗍𝖾𝗆𝗉𝗍, 𝗆𝖾𝖺𝗇𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗌𝖺𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽, 𝗅𝖾𝖿𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗂𝗌𝗍𝖾𝗋'𝗌 𝖼𝗅𝗈𝗌𝖾𝗌𝗍 𝖿𝗋𝗂𝖾𝗇𝖽 𝗈𝗋𝗉𝗁𝖺𝗇𝖾𝖽. 𝖠𝗌 𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝖻𝗅𝗂𝗏𝗂𝗈𝗎𝗌 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗇, 𝖺𝗇 𝗂𝗇𝖾𝗑𝗉𝗅𝗂𝖼𝖺𝖻𝗅𝖾 𝗉𝗎𝗅𝗅 𝖽𝗋𝖾𝗐 𝗁𝗂𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗁𝖾𝗋. 𝖡𝗎𝗍 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇 𝗋𝖾𝗆𝖺𝗂𝗇 𝗌𝗍𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗂𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗂𝗋 - 𝖶𝗂𝗅𝗅 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝖽𝗂𝗌𝖼𝗈𝗏𝖾𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗍𝗋𝗎𝗍𝗁 𝖺𝖻𝗈𝗎𝗍 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗂𝗇𝗏𝗈𝗅𝗏𝖾𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍?

BOOK - 1 - SHADOW OF THE PAST SERIES I gasped as he thrust harder, curling his fingers inside me, hitting a spot that made my toes curl. "𝐀𝐡𝐡... 𝐧𝐨!"I cried out, "𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐡! 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬..." my words shaky, my body betraying me. " "𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧... 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧!" I whimpered, my breath hitching. 𝐀 𝐬𝐢𝐧?"he mocked, his voice low, dangerous. " 𝐅𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐚, 𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐈 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐭𝐨𝐨." Before I could protest further, his pace intensified, his fingers plunging deeper, his thumb teasing me mercilessly. My head fell back against the wall ⤐⤐⤐⤐❀⬻⬻⬻⬻ She was supposed to hate him. But he was the only one who made her feel alive. When quiet, guarded Meisha begins college, she never expects to be tangled in a dangerous game of obsession, secrets, and sin. Haunted by a stalker and scarred by her family's lies, she finds herself drawn to the one man she should've stayed away from Viransh. Her decade-older professor. Her father's best friend's son. Her forbidden protector. Viransh is cold, powerful, and impossibly off-limits. But when her demons crawl closer, it's his arms she runs to unknowing that the same cologne that haunts her nightmares lingers on him too. Trust is a risk. Love is a trap. But obsession? That might just ruin them both. Warning: This story contains mature themes, intense emotions, and dark romance that may not be suitable for all readers.

❛ 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❜ 𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙥𝙞 𝙠𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙖𝙢! Book One Of 'Bound Wives Trilogy' 𝙈𝘼𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙑𝙄 "Dur rahiye mujhse nafrat karti hu mai aapse" , She screamed. "Thakurani sa koi apni saans se dur rah sakta hai bhala?" , He said and kissed her forehead. 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃 "Karib aaoge mere to tabahi ka alam dekhoge" , she said smilingly. "Jab tumhare ishq me hum tabah ho hi gaye hai to thoda aur sahi" , He said with smirk. Top #3 in India - 7 | 08 | 2025 Top #2 in India - 8 | 08 | 2025

Rudra Singh Rathore, 26 yr old.✨ A man who has never bowed down to anyone and never will. Ruthless, arrogant, and a commanding presence, he is the mafia king and CEO of the Rathore Company. Fearless, he has no concern for losing anything, and the word "sorry" doesn't exist in his vocabulary. Family is his top priority, surpassing all else. He believes he is not made for love, considering it a weakness; he believes he can never truly love anyone. ♡ Purvi Sharma, 19 yr old. 🎀 Purvi Sharma is a bright and compassionate 19-year-old girl, cherished as the sole child by her loving parents. She values the warmth of her close-knit family and possesses a kind heart that resonates with empathy, making her deeply sensitive to the feelings of others. Despite the darkness that surrounds her, Her gentle soul remains untouched, as her sensitivity and empathy keep her rooted in positivity, shielding her from life's harsher aspects. Although she can be easily hurt, she never reciprocates pain, fully understanding the weight of sorrow. The story of two different people.

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.