Some marriages are celebrated. Some are arranged. And some are buried beneath silence. The world knows Mahir Armaan Mirza as India's most powerful billionaire-untouchable, feared, and impossible to read. But behind the headlines, inside the walls of the Mirza Mansion, a truth exists that no one has ever suspected. Some secrets aren't meant to stay hidden forever.

"You think you're going to walk down an aisle for that old man?I'm done being the nice guy, Mishti. I'm ready to force this. I'll film every second of it-every filthy look on your face, every pathetic sound you make. I'll send that video to that old dick and let him watch exactly how his 'innocent' little bride moans while she's being ruined by a monster. I'll tell him explicitly, in detail, how I was the one who broke your hymen." I shivered violently, my knees feeling like they were made of water. The sheer brutality in his voice, mixed with the painful, heat-inducing pressure of his hands on my chest, made my head spin. "Sultan, please..." I whispered, my voice a broken, wet thread. He leaned in closer, his nose brushing against mine, his blood-red eyes burning into my soul. He gave my breasts one last, punishing squeeze before sliding his hands up to cup my face with a terrifying intensity. "Then give me something better, Mishti," he growled, his breath hot and smelling of dark desire. "Give me one reason why I shouldn't just rip the rest of these clothes off, throw you on that bed, and finish this right now? Why should I show you even a second of mercy?" I looked at his lips, then back at his crazed eyes. My body was betraying me; between the fear and the way he was handling me, a slick, treacherous heat was pooling between my thighs. My heart was thundering, not just from terror, but from a dark, shameful need to be claimed by the very man who was threatening to destroy me.

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.

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

# 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐈𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Ahaan Agniwanshi - Prince of Jaipur. COO of Agniwanshi Co. Lit. A silent hacker in the shadows. Partner-in-power with the underworld king, Aayansh. He rules with logic, not love. Baby blue eyes with a soul iced by betrayal. "She turned her back on me once... now she'll pay for it every day she breathes as mine." - Ahaan Agniwanshi Shivika Yadhuvanshi - A hidden author with a golden soul. A final-year literature student who writes tragedies while living one. Always the one who gives up everything-until she gives up on being silent. Honey-brown eyes that shimmer even when they've cried too much. "You can break me into a thousand pieces, Ahaan... and I'd still love you with every shard." - Shivika Yadhuvanshi 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨? 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒊𝒇𝒊𝒄𝒆. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒚. 𝑯𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒖𝒑 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚'𝒓𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈. Tropes: • Kidnap Marriage / Forced Wedding • Revenge Turns to Love • Royal Mafia x Soft Girl • Grumpy x Quietly Strong • He Hates Her... Until He Can't Live Without Her • Second Chance-ish with Secret History • Emotional Angst + Slow Burn with Explosive Tension

1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content

#Top 1 in INDIA [24/jan - 05/feb/2026] "They have different stories, but fate forced them into one." VIVAN SINGHANIA- feared by many, respected by all. A man whose name carries power, whose silence is sharper than words. To the world, he is untouchable. To Aarvi, he is the husband she never chose. AARVI SISODIYA- soft-spoken, innocent, and delicate as glass. A girl whose dreams were shattered in a single night, leaving her tied to a man who looks at her with nothing but resentment. She never asked for this marriage, yet she is forced to live in its shadow. KIARA MEHRA- the woman Vivan loved, the girlfriend he never wanted to let go of. The name that keeps Aarvi from ever being seen. --- But when destiny traps Vivan and Aarvi under the same roof, the war between them begins. Hate collides with hidden emotions, silence turns into stolen moments, and the line between enemies and something more begins to blur. Can a marriage built on pain ever turn into love... or will it only break her more? ♥ ♥ ♥ #01 - wattpadindia (30/10/25) #02 - lovetriangle (28/12/25) #02 - wife (25/10/25) #03 - romcom (07/11/25)

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

Aysel Moren, the feared name today was once dearest to her brothers until that dreadful night of her 16th birthday when every ounce of love was snatched away from her. One moment, the Kingsley family was celebrating her only daughter's birthday, the other moment, Aysel and her five brothers were standing at their own parents' funeral. And the worst part? Aysel was blamed for it. Her face was caught in the CCTV camera. The family was already shattered and the last form of togetherness was also stripped away when they threw 16 years old Aysel outside their house. She pleaded and pleaded to the point that her voice cracked, her throat got soared. The brothers turned deaf ears to her pleas. That day, she not only lost her parents but her brothers too who have promised to be with her in every situation. She left. She knew her brothers won't even look at her, listening was still too far. Having struggled for years, she finally gained the power and rebirth from ashes under Moren's Mafia. The rival of Kingsley once upon a time. She vowed to never look back, until one day, she got the news of a bomb being planted in Kingsley's mansion. It took her every cell to convince herself that she doesn't care but a sister still exists inside her who has never fully stopped loving the men, she once called brothers. She saved them from the fire, treated their injuries inside her own house. And gives them exactly one month to regain everything they lost from the enemy who burned down their whole mansion, who also managed to freeze their bank accounts. They'll stay inside her house for a month watching her little sister all grown up, holding scars and secrets like a second skin. Will they be able to see her real broken state beyond the facade she carries everyday? Will the truth of that night ever emerge out? Read to find out "Thirty Days Under Her Roof". This is completely my story, my imagination. Copyright © 2026 by Alisha

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.