"Ayaan... I love you." The words hung in the air between us. Loud. Heavy. Unapologetic. His body stiffened. "I don't know when it started," I continued, the tears now falling freely again, "maybe it was the night you brought me that stupid cupcake with a candle on it because no one else remembered my birthday. Or when you carried me across that muddy road so my heels wouldn't get ruined." I laughed softly through the tears. "Maybe it was when you fought that guy in college who called me names... even though you got suspended for it." "I kept convincing myself it was just friendship." He turned slightly, his jaw tightening even more. I took a deep breath, stepping a little closer. "But the truth is - it's always been you, Ayaan. Every time. Every moment. Every goddamn day." Silence. I looked into his eyes - finally - and whispered, "Say something. Please." Just then, the airport speakers crackled to life. "Passengers of flight AI-243 to Delhi, please proceed to Gate 7. The boarding gate will close shortly." The words echoed in the space between us - loud, final, cruel. I felt a sudden chill run through me. My fingers were still pressed against his chest, feeling the rapid thump of his heartbeat. But Ayaan slowly reached up and gently removed my hand - one finger at a time - like tearing away the only thing holding him back. "You don't understand, Sanya," he said, his voice low but firm. "Your engagement is already fixed." His words sliced through the air like a blade. I looked at him, my vision blurred from the tears. "I don't care about the engagement," I said desperately. "I'll talk to Dad, to everyone. I'll fix it - I just need to know... do you feel the same?" My voice cracked on the last word. He looked at me. For a second, something flickered in his eyes. But it was gone as quickly as it came. He didn't answer. Instead, he stepped back. "I'm getting late," he said quietly, without meeting my eyes. He walked away....

This isn't your typical revenge story. Here, Ekansh isn't interested in seeking his revenge from Faria. He's just a broken soul, the man belonging to middle class with a nine to five job who's well aware that even if it's about justice, he can't compete with the ones who belong to the top section of the society. While, Faria was born into that top section of the society with all the riches and comfort. She's kind and pretty, something that Ekansh never expected from her. Two different people under one roof. What exactly can go wrong? Everything. Because love knows no bound.

We've often read about men and their grovelling but now it's Maliah who's going to grovel till the very end to save the man she destroyed.

"𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒔. 𝑾𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖." A perfect marriage. A perfect couple. An ideal family-or so it seems. They carry their Royalty with pride. Sitting on the Throne of the past, the beauty hides a fatal secret. One wrong move, and all the facade of happiness will crumble with the ruins of darkness. 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘭𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴. A name that commands both reverence and fear. A name no one dares to defy - 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 The world sees them as flawless-an empire built on money, fame, power, and respect. A dynasty that inspires envy and submission alike. They have everything that others can only dream of. But, is it really like that? The four heirs of this empire inherit more than just wealth. A tale of four brides who are far from fragile, who know how to fight and how to survive. But even they are unaware of the truth buried in this palace of glass. There is a fight, unknown to everyone, known to oneself. A past that refuses to leave clings to you like life, when death awaits you at your doorstep. Their tale is of a past that unfolded in the garden of ashes, and whispers of secrets were everywhere. What is it? Is the perfection real, or just another mask for the world? What, after all, is the 𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑯𝑨 -the true meaning-behind it all?

"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?

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?

#1 𝐢𝐧 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 ˚A journey of love that will give you trauma and heartbreak <3　　　✦　　　.　　. 　 ˚　.　　　　　 . ✦　　　 　˚　　　　 . ★⋆. Amrita Kaur, the only daughter of her parents, has been raised within the four walls of her grandparents' house. As much as she is filled with chaos and imperfections, she is also a poet who loves to write about love. Additionally, she is devoted to her duties as a waitress at the VALENTRO Club, one of the biggest clubs in the country. She truly is a sunshine girl, whose world is always filled with sunshine and rainbows. Meanwhile, there's Rajveer Singh Shekhawat, who belongs from a world entirely opposite to Amrita's. He is the second oldest son among others, expected one day to ascend to the throne, yet he is anything but a gentleman. Apart from his family and friends, no one is ready to face him due to his uncontrolable anger issues, which seem to arise almost after every five minutes. It appears there's no one in his life who can deal with it. But destiny often pairs people with those who are their total opposites. Meeting Amrita for the first time in the club, where incidentally he is also present, made him fall head over heels for her. From stalking her to coercing her into something she never wanted, even destiny seemed to agree, leading to serious consequences that made them each other's forever. But the blooded truth, which are the roofs of the Shekhawat family, did something unexpected. Read the entire book to find out. • Sequel to Crimson Vows (TDHS #3) ˚　.　　　　 　　 　　　　

𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ✰─── ✻✻─-─✰ Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounded soul, turning your desire for escape into a haunting reality of confinement. ❆ In his darkened soul, her presence is an unwelcome light, yet now a haunting solace. Obsession ignites within him, a consuming flame so fierce he'd set the world ablaze, all for the chance to possess her completely, nothing matters to him not even her consent. ✴✼✴ "I hate you." she whispered Her defiance, though faint, cut through the heavy air, a final stand against the man who had just bound her life to his with twisted vows. Ekaksh heard it, but his expression remained unmoved, his obsession too deep, too dark, to be shaken by her hatred. Without hesitation, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her lifeless form as he walked toward the car. To the world, she was now his wife To her, he was nothing less than her captor. _____________ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? _________________________________________

#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 ✦ 𝐀 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𓂃⋆.˚ She was light-too blinding, too pure for a man like him. He was darkness-cursed, dangerous, and utterly obsessed. He was a man of power, feared and worshipped in the same breath, ruling over the world of shadows where morality was a myth and sin was the only language spoken. Love? That was for the weak. He didn't do love. He didn't believe in innocence. Until her. She was untouched by the darkness he thrived in-a vision of purity, a forbidden fruit he had no right to crave. But the devil had never been one to deny himself temptation. And she... she was his greatest one. She should have run. He told her to. Instead, she stayed, unaware that the moment she stepped into his world, she became his. His to ruin. His to cherish. His purest sin. And now, even if heaven came calling-he'd rather burn than let her go.

Book - 2 (Best friends series) Vansh x Amaya 🔥 He had never wanted it. She had embraced it with her whole heart. Tropes Arranged marriage Unrequited Love (at first) Mafia x Innocent Love Slow-Burn Romance Forced Proximity The Mafia's Untouched Queen Love vs. Duty Jealousy Awakens Love The Ultimate Sacrifice Dark Past, Bright Love