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Aryaveer Singh Rathore. The next Hukum Sa. The heir to a legacy that does not forgive weakness. A man whose silence is more dangerous than war itself. To the world, he is a king without a crown and a devil without mercy. His empire stretches far beyond what the eyes can see-business, politics... and shadows no one dares to speak of. People fear him, respect him, obey him. Not because they want to- But because they have no choice. Cold-hearted. Ruthless. Untouchable. Aryaveer does not believe in emotions. He believes in control. To him, love is nothing but a beautifully crafted lie people tell themselves to feel less alone. A distraction. A weakness. Something he buried long ago without regret. And women? Just opportunists hiding behind fake innocence. That is, until her. Aarohi Sharma. A girl who was never meant to belong in his world. She comes from a home filled with warmth-where laughter echoes, where love is not a transaction, and where relationships are not built on fear. A daughter who carries her father's pride, a sister who is cherished, and a writer who breathes life into stories she secretly hopes to live one day. Soft, but not weak. Kind, but not blind. And strong enough to stand her ground when it truly matters. She believes in love-the kind that grows, heals, and stays. The kind Aryaveer has spent his entire life denying. Their worlds were never meant to collide. But power doesn't ask for consent. A marriage decided in closed rooms. A future written without their approval. Two lives tied together-not by choice, but by obligation.

𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆.....✰ Ishqa Ve chaddea, Tu khak da ni sanu....🎀 Ishqa Ve chaddea, Tu khak da ni sanu.....❤️ Takk de aye jihnu , oh takda ni sanu....💓 Takk de aye jihnu, oh takda ni sanu.....🦋 Firde ye jihnu, khayalan ch sambhi....🥴 Firde ye jihnu , khayalan ch sambhi....🤧 Nazran de vich vi , Oo rakhada ni sanu....🎀 Ishqa Ve chaddea, Tu khak da ni sanu.....✨ Ishqa Ve chaddea, Tu khak da ni sanu.....💋 MUSIC........🎵🎵🎵 Yash.... The silent lover. 🤧...... Harshita.... The admirer. 🎀..... Piyush... The crazy one.🥴..... Lavishka... The desi one.🦋..... Purv... Mr. Handsome.💓...... Daina.... Miss beautiful. 🙈..... Love you all..... 🎀🎀✨✨💋💋........

Arohi has always believed her life is ordinary-quiet, untouched by destiny. But the moment a powerful and enigmatic CEO crosses her path, something shifts. He feels drawn to her in ways he cannot explain. She feels haunted by emotions she doesn't remember living. As buried secrets awaken, they begin to realize the truth is far more terrifying than coincidence. Their souls are tied to a past erased by time-but not by fate. Once, they loved. Once, they lost everything. Now destiny has given them another lifetime. Will this love finally heal the wounds of the past... or repeat the tragedy written centuries ago?

"Ruk jaiye, Arya... aap abhi hosh mein nahi hain... ruk jaiye..." she begged, her voice breaking. (Stop, Arya... you're not in your senses... please stop...) But he didn't. He kept moving forward. His steps were steady. His eyes, lifeless. As if everything that once lived in them was already gone. The love he once held for her was nowhere to be seen. "Yeh anarth mat kijiye... aap hume bhool nahi sakte... humare prem ko..." she pleaded, shaking her head desperately. (Don't do this... you cannot forget me... our love...) "Prem nahi... shraap hai yeh." (This is not love... it is a curse.) His grip tightened around the sword. "Aur yeh aaj hi khatam hoga." (And it will end today.) He lunged towards her. Sword in hand. But in that single, irreversible moment, he turned the blade away from her... and drove it towards his own heart. "Yeh... yeh kya kiya aapne...?" (What... what have you done...?) "Nahi... nahi! Arya... Arya, apne netra kholiye! Aapne yeh kya kar diya...!" (No... no! Arya... Arya, open your eyes! What have you done...!) She dropped to her knees, pulling him into her arms, clutching him to her heart as if she could undo it. With trembling fingers, the dying prince reached up... A faint, fragile smile curved on his lips. "Roiye mat..." he murmured weakly. (Do not cry...) "Chali jaiye yahan se... apni jaan bachaiye..." (Leave this place... save your life...) . . . . Naira Sharma, an archaeologist, has always believed in facts, history, and things that can be proven. Until the past begins to follow her. Haunted by recurring dreams of an ancient kingdom, and a death that feels too real to be just imagination, Naira finds herself drawn towards a place she cannot ignore, Sundargiri. As past and present begin to blur, Naira must choose, to follow her heart or to stop a fate that demands her sacrifice. Because this time Love might not be salvation. It might be the beginning of the end.

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________

"MUJHE APNA GHAR MIL JATA H TUJHME" "He held her like she was a fragile glass sculpture in a room full of stones." "He didn't try to fix her broken pieces; he just held them until they felt whole again." "His favorite place to be isn't a city or a house-it's wherever she is, tucked right under his chin." "This is the story of how his devotion became her comfort, and how she finally accepted that she wasn't a burden, but the most beautiful blessing he ever found. Because in the end, his arms were the only home she ever needed." All rights reserved :) "This story is my original work. Copying, stealing, or reposting it without permission is disrespectful . Respect the pen, respect the writer." enjoy<3