𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝟑𝟒 | 𝑪𝑬𝑶 𝒐𝒇 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑬𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒔 Operating in high-rise boardrooms and shadowed corridors alike, Rudransh commands absolute authority without raising his voice. He operates with calculated precision-dismantling rivals in silence while fiercely safeguarding his inner circle. Coldly sophisticated and impossible to read, he remains an untouchable force and an impenetrable shield for his family. 🦋 𝑨𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒘𝒂𝒍 𝟐𝟔 | 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 & 𝑷𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 Beneath her warm, soft aesthetic lies a quiet, practical grit. Working toward her dream of an independent art studio, Aanya is a romantic who loses herself in books and rain-soaked afternoons-yet remains grounded enough to hold her ground with quiet grace. Her world is anchored by a tight-knit family, two steadfast friends, and an ever-supportive older brother. Rᴜᴅʀᴀɴsʜ Sɪɴɢʜ Rᴀᴛʜᴏʀᴇ X Aᴀɴʏᴀ Aɢᴀʀᴡᴀʟ When logic meets stubborn, rules break.

Rathore Series 1 ---------------------------- In the heart of Rajasthan rules Ekaksh Singh Rathore-a cold, ruthless king, the unstoppable CEO of Infinity, and the feared eagle of the underworld. His world has no room for weakness, no place for love, and no mercy for betrayal. One wrong move, and existence itself is erased. Yet, all his rules shatter the moment he sees Misthi, His Sunshine-a survivor scarred by a tragic past, a young woman who lost her parents seeking justice and carries the weight of her pain with unmatched strength. In one glance, she pierces through his iron walls, igniting a fire neither of them saw coming. What will happen when their faith in intervened ? Will she ever get love ? Will he becomes her healer? Will they spend their whole life together or destiny had some other plans ? Jump inside the story to know more !!

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top7 in India (27/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might ju

STOP RIGHT THERE Mrs Priya Ekaansh Raghuvanshi, a shiver ran down her spine listening his dangerous voice she gulp and tightly close her eyes,she was clutching her saree in her hands that her life depend on it. When she stop at her place but didn't turn then he marched towards her with long strides , he holds her wrist in his tight grip without hurting her he pull her towards him that she collided with his chest she put her one hand on his chest so that she didn't fall. She open her eyes immediately because of his sudden pull,her brown doe like eyes meet with his black and dark eyes which is showing nothing but anger and hurt. But she was not able to maintain an eye contact with him so she immediately look down on her hand which was on his chest. Why the hell are you ignoring me since evening Mrs Raghuvanshi care to explain??he asked with irritating and slight anger in his voice. But she didn't said anything,she was Just looking down,she bite her lower lip in nervousness and his close proximity isn't helping at all. When he didn't get any answer from her he hold her shoulder and yelled at her ANSWER ME DAMMIT. Ji.....ji...wohh....main...she said stammering tears fall from her eyes.because it's her first time seeing his anger. when an innocent and shy girl is arranged into marriage with cold and top most sexiest businesses tycoon. "It is typical arrange marriage without any enemy it's just normal marriage life". let's see how love is going to bloom in both of their hearts. Let's see if he is cold with her also or not??? #6- family #1- Hindi #1-india #14- arrange marriage #10-love life #4- cute romance #3- wife

*ARRANGE MARRIAGE * AYNA SIDDIQUI (23 Years old) she is a gentle soul with a quiet strength, someone who feels deeply but loves even deeper. Her presence carries warmth and resilience, like a soft light refuses to fade in dark, she does not believe in love or rather fears it but loves only one deeply is ALLAH her strength and support. SYED ZAVIYAAR SHAH (28 Years old) He is a man of intensity and mystery carrying unspoken storms behind calm, commanding presence. his strength lies not only in power, but in the fierce loyalty and passion he shows to the ones he chooses as his own. What happens when a man of storms and silence is bound by fate to a girl of quiet strength through arranged nikah? will their union become a battlefield of hearts, or beginning of a love neither of them expected? A story where the mercy is of the Rab in which she believes and her destiny which,her Rab has beautifully written for her .

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

I am the only girl he can touch I am the only girl he can kiss I am the only girl he made love But I am not the girl he loves He loves her... his wife...his first wife And I am his second wife Manik is head of pratapgarh , he is dominant man with orthodox thinking. When he was 15, due to cursed he was not able to touch anyone. Whenever he tried to touch a person, he got rashes and he started feeling pain in his body He was married to Alya, it's child marriage. They got married they were kids. Due to his cursed, he was not able to touch Alya. His family was worried, because they wanted heir. What happened when Nandini become solution of their problem? Will Manik accept her as his wife? Will she get the respect , she deserve as his wife ?

Aisha Agarwal An ambivert who loves code and books. Lazy, foodie and oblivious. Three words which perfectly describes her. Atharva Singh Rathore A crown prince whose world revolves around his family and work. Intimidating, smart and cold. Three words that the business world uses to describe him. Two completely different personalities where one is too practical and the other is too imaginative. A public figure and a socially awkward girl who are poles apart. Their indifference makes them the parallel line. But there is one thing common between them. Coffee. Both are coffee lovers. And, Two parallel lines are no longer parallel if there is a common point between them, right? A cup of coffee. Most especially a dropped cup of coffee. It was all it took for Atharva to notice Aisha. This is the story of Atharva Singh Rathore and Aisha Agarwal. Yuvraj and his Little Warrior. Join Atharva and Aisha in their journey of love. ©authorsamm T.W. Mention of drugs, tortures, rape, murder, anxiety, depression. #1 in Royals-24.09.023 #5 in fiction- 25.10.023 #1 in queen- 29.10.023 #2 in feelings- 01.02.024 #1 in modernroyalty- 04.08.024 #2 in India -20.03.25