"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.

They both are replaced groom and bride. She's the mafia heir, and he's a spy who has been searching for the mafia princess for nine years. Readers: "So... this is the plot?" Author: A big NO. In fact, this is just the beginning - the plot that will steal your sleep and keep you awake wondering what happens next. This book has everything - mystery, twists, humor, emotions, and much more. Trust the author - I'll make you blush, cry, laugh, and go absolutely crazy. So, are you ready for Divs' kind of story - the one filled with unexpected turns, deep trauma, dark humor, and a beautifully satisfying ending? ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 Arnav x Aashvi ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ 2nd book of destiny series

Book- 1 , in #Lost Royalty series He was a prince - everything she was told to stay away from as an orphan girl. Yet, she was the one who fell first. A sweet romcom office romance book with pit of laughter in every chapter , slowly unfolding the hidden secrets and past which turns the table of their dating era and he ended up forcing her into the marriage

「 ✦ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐒𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✦ 」 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐢 𝐗 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐲 𝐗 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐚 "𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓"

𝚆𝙷𝙴𝙽 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝙸𝚃𝚂 𝚆𝙰𝚈 𝙸𝙽, 𝙸𝙽 𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙽𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽. 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒? 𝑛𝑜, 𝑟𝑢𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛! 𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 --𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑢𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑠-- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "𝐖𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫..." "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐮𝐬.. 𝐈 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞. 𝐈 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴀɴ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ, ᴍᴇᴇᴛꜱ ᴀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʟᴇꜱꜱ ᴏɴᴇ.....

𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐫𝐭 𝐀𝐥𝐞𝐫𝐭 𝐌𝐲 𝐦𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞. "𝐀𝐝𝐚𝐡... 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐚. 𝐃𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐡 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐞." 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞. 𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐛𝐛𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐚𝐫. "𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐩 𝐢𝐭." 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐣𝐚𝐰 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐈 𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤, 𝐦𝐲 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐰. "𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐨, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐝..." 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ । 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 । 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫

𝙨𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙤𝙛 𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠 𝙈𝙚 (𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙙-𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚)

Anvika Mehta was everything a perfect daughter should be-calm, composed, and bound by honor. But behind the mask of tradition and grace hid a truth only whispered in the shadows. She was an assassin. She was the Devil. Feared across the underworld, Anvika moved in silence and killed without mercy-until the day she met Dominic Zaharov He was wrath made flesh. The cold-blooded king of the Bratva, wrapped in cruelty, carved from violence. A man who didn't ask. He took. Feared by many. Bowed to by all. And when Anvika crossed his path, he didn't flinch-he stabbed her, claiming her as his. What began as bloodshed ended with a ring on her finger. Now, she's bound to him in an arranged marriage that feels more like a war zone than a union. To the world, she's the Bratva's trophy wife. To Dominic, she's a possession-beautiful, dangerous, and his. But Anvika doesn't break. She doesn't bow. And she certainly doesn't forget. She's a ticking time bomb-planning his death with every breath she takes, but Dominic didn't become king by being merciful. He knows exactly what she is... and he craves the challenge. He doesn't want her love. He wants her surrender. She's not the woman he expected. He's not the monster she feared. And in the heart of their twisted bond, something far more lethal brews. Because when a devil and a king go to war... hell isn't big enough for both of them.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥. Arhaan Carson, a man no less than a monster, a ruthless Psychopath, who has never known love until that one night... When he spies on a girl crying in one of his clubs, something within him ignites a deep, consuming obsession. He has never felt like this before, for the first time someone's tears affected him and for the first time he wanted to do something for someone other than himself. He is obsessed, he's addicted. Without any second thoughts he takes her back to his house and showers her with the love and attention she's never had, but the next morning she disappears without a trace. Despite his best efforts, he cannot find her again. Finally, a year later, he finds her again. And this time, she's married. But.. He doesn't care. He's going to make her his. If not willingly then by force. He will do anything to make her his, even if he has to paint her as the villain. The woman he loves is just about to find out how it feels to be chosen by the Villain.