She was promised to another. He was only supposed to help her escape. When Parthvi begs Randheer to lie for her, he agrees, thinking he's doing the right thing. But what begins as an act of kindness spirals into a complicated marriage filled with quiet tension, buried feelings and a love that neither of them saw coming. He's stern, guarded, and loyal to a fault. She's passionate, broken, and searching for freedom. But when ghosts from the past knock on their door will their fragile arrangement survive the truth? Trying to suppress the pull they felt, he made rudeness his facade yet her tears twirled everything inside him. His urge to protect her only to ruin himself, her complicated relationships with her past and a decision of families as "The Arranged Affair" takes place. ✨ Arranged Marriage | Second Chance | Heartbreak | He Fell First | Politician x Social Worker | Healing Romance #1 in Politics [7th March 2025] #1 in Supportive Partner [10th August 2025] #1 in Tension Filled Romance [12th August 2025]

"P-please... no... I-I'm sorry," I said, backing away. He came closer. Monstrous. Cracked red mask. Flames licking its skin. Eyes burning like molten rock. "You're sorry?" he repeated, mockingly, laughing. The mirror beside us cracked. My back hit the door - I had nowhere else to go. Then he said, voice deep and raspy, echoing through every inch of the house: "Master... you knew the rules. But you broke them. Now, I decide what breaks inside you." He stepped closer. I froze. His cruel smile widened. A burning-cold hand lifted my jaw. "So," it whispered, "what punishment should I give you?" The grip tightened. And he smiled. --- Raayan had nothing left to lose. No job. No lover. No family to return to. Only debt, addiction... and guilt that never let him sleep. One deranged day, he met a long-lost friend. And when he discovered the secret behind his friend's sudden wealth - Raayan got an idea. An escape from debt sharks. A way to drag his life back on track. That was the first time Raayan heard the name: YATSHAN. Curiosity pulled him into the forests of Kerala - to a shrine whispered about, but never shown on any map. It looked normal at first - white stone walls, oil lamps flickering near a towering crystal idol of Lord Shiva, and a priest who never blinked... never left. But behind the idol, a narrow path led into the mountain - no signboards. No footprints. Only a rusted iron gate covered in vermilion and ash. Where once in a year, rituals are performed for beings older than gods - Yatchans and Yatshis. And beneath it all... rules carved in bone. He made a pact. He asked for protection. He begged for wealth. And it listened. Now... Raayan lives with something that watches him. Walks behind him. Whispers when he sleeps. He must follow the rules. He should follow the rules. But what happens... when he doesn't?

[COMPLETE][EDITING] Ace Hernandez, the Mafia King, known as the Devil. Sofia Diaz, known as an angel. The two are arranged to be married, forced by their fathers, joining the two Mafia's. But Sofia eventually learns, even the devil was once an angel. Cover by @alluringathena *This book is more of a romance book than Mafia book and I hope you enjoyyy*

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

I got a wolf on my back, chasing me through the woods. The forested nights held secrets that whispered through the winds, and I had unknowingly become a part of them. With each passing second, I felt a magnetic pull as the knowledge of unseen eyes bore into my very soul. He was watching, sating whatever twisted appetite he had. I wrapped the gajra, the fragrant string of jasmines, around my wrist. Then I placed the rose behind my ear, gritting my teeth when the thorns pierced skin. That's what the bastard wanted from me. A little pain, a little bloody fear. Besides, you couldn't expect decency to clip thorns from a stalker that's probably a psychotic serial killer who got off on the taste of chaos. I sighed as I opened the crumpled note, eyeing his neat yet rough scrawl for the millionth time. 'Sensual silhouettes, painful pleasures. I know you chase after them, Little Gazelle.' The web of mystery that had been woven around me was drawing tighter, a convergence of fates that would soon intertwine in ways I could never have fathomed. The predator-and-prey game had begun, and I was being hunted in the shadows.

Viyakhaya Rajput , cute ,curious and innocent girl, has always been hidden within the grand Rajput estate-a silent presence in a family of half-brothers and cousins who never truly saw her. She grew up alone, surrounded by wealth but starved of affection, longing to step beyond those gilded walls and feel the world outside. But when she finally dares to leave, it isn't freedom she finds-it's danger. Once unknown to the world, she suddenly becomes the perfect target for her half-brothers' enemies. A pawn in a game she never chose. A name whispered in the dark corners of revenge. But will the brothers who never cared suddenly protect the sister they ignored?Or will they let her face the world's cruelty alone? A story of hidden pain, silent strength, and a fate that even a palace cannot shield her from-this is the tale of a girl who was never meant to be seen. Ranking 1st#trauma(3/8/2025) 1st#half-sister(15/8/2025)

NOOR SHEIKH "He always loved her and he still love her, I was never his priority" MUHAMMAD DAIYAN MALIK "You are nothing but a replacement of my first wife. I can give you respect, but don't expect love and care from me, this is the thing I can't give you." Their soul crashed together. They were destined to be together, he never wanted to be with her but later she became someone, he can't live without. They both were opposite to eachother, one was ice and the other was fire. He had decided to not to give his heart to anyone because his heart was owned by someone else. But fate has decided something else .Fate brought them together and they ended up being each other's everything.

3 brothers, 3 women and 3 stories The vicious love of royals is a combination of 1 family and 3 vicious romances 1. THE VICIOUS BET Daharthya Rajput, the Maharaja Sahab, ruler of Vardhgarh, the holder of immense power. This was his identity, one that everyone know of, but was it all a man of no manner had to offer? He was a bad man, no privation. A ludicrous person no repudiation. But what if even a bad man got themself a love story? A love story with another, bad woman. Ahilya Rajadi belonged to a renowned family in Gujrat. Did she know that her one statement and her attitude to Raja Sahab of Vardhgarh, Rajasthan have a consequence so treacherous? Did she know that she will win over a bet in a chess game? 2. THE VICIOUS RESCUE The man has the eyes of a devil. This is what a woman said when they met their gaze with bade hukum of Vardhgarh. They called him dangerous just because he looked like one. But are words truly justification for someone's real self? Ekvarthya might be a man with devil's eyes, but he was also a man with lord's heart. And when the eyes of the devil and the heart of the lord find a girl suffering under an epicure man. Will he save her like a deity or tear the world apart like a demon? Jinitya suffered and never complained, and prayed for faith but her questions were asked by the Satan of hell rather the god of heaven. 3. THE VICIOUS DEALER Samaira was promised to his brother, destined to be married to Daharthya, she was out of reach, the person he was never supposed to see, at least not with the eyes of what he first saw her. It was all boundaries, one that should never cross. But luck is always in favour of a man who deserves it. And Jasvanthya did. The chote hukum of Vardhgarh was affected by dreams of a girl he knew he could never have, but now she was there in his bed. Next to him. As his wife. And yet he can't touch her. Not look at her. How come being next to her, she is still unreachable as she was ever?

Gayatri is the only virgin of the Tridhara Palace's Royal Vaishyalay. She is a dedicated devotee of the enigmatic god Nivarth, the god who has taken birth as the prince of Tridhara Palace. Gayatri's life takes a dramatic turn when she catches the god's attention. What happens when the very deity she worships begins to defile her? Destined for a purpose greater than she can comprehend, Gayatri may hold the key to salvaging Nivarth, the god of winter, from himself. Will the god's dangerous allure consume her, or will her love change the mischievous god's ways?

The world had gone to hell long ago, taken over by the vampire race. In order to keep some sort of peace in our land, the Vampire Lords made a consecutive agreement. The rich and powerful humans could survive just as they had been, untouched by the vampires save for the occasional blood collections, or so they thought In reality, we were all under their control. Castles spread out throughout our land, one landing in each city. Each castle varied in the number of vampires residing there, but all of them carried a Lord. The Lords were the ones in charge in every city, whether we liked it or not. The vampires often roam through the city, making sure that everyone was in order and no one stepped out of line. If you stepped out of line, you died, end of story. Even if the rich were still under their control, their lives were still better than the poor. The poorest lives held a much worse fate. The men were to be put to work as slaves, whether that meant serving a specific vampire, or just building their castles, they were slaves. The women were to be pets. Pets were the lowest rank you could have. They were forced into cages that were too small to stand in with collars around their necks. They spent their lives in pet shops, just waiting for the dreadful day that they'll be bought. They were treated like animals, trained into what their master wanted, and punished if they misbehaved. Those who were lucky enough to live through that, we're to be slaughtered for their blood at age twenty-five in an act to make sure that our population would stay steady. I was born into this world. Born into this world full of blood-sucking monsters. Except, I was one of the lucky ones. Was. It all ended for me when I was 12, when I was taken away from the last bit of hope and family that I had left. Ever since then, I've lived in a cage, just rotting away, waiting, dreading for the day that some monster would make me his. This is my life. I am a pet. ~~~ Cover by: @mshacake