Betrayal never stays buried. Despite the depth of the hole it has buried into, it crawls through the bloodlines- starving, festering. It slowly spreads through the heritage like a plague- poisoning and rotting whatever comes in its way. Decades ago, empires fell due to the same illness. Families burned to ash, blood spilled onto the road as dynasties came crashing down. What was supposed to be a tie of blood, was cut down with the dagger of treachery and greed. But the past isn't dead, it's patient. It remembers. Jiya protects her heart of gold with the steel of bitterness. Soft where she chooses, steel everywhere else. Trusts too easily for some, not nearly enough for others. One wrong glance and she could bleed. Or bend knees. Diya was chaos wrapped in control. Harsh, sharp and untouchable to other. The poison of heritage amused her like some clown in the circus. But for the few she loves, she breaks herself open willingly. Nikola's intelligence is a weapon, His patience a trap. Viransh's charm is guillotine. They don't chase, they trap. They don't lie, they bend the reality on their wills, carving their chosen words into the depth of your mind. Every silence is a strategy and every glance a warning. From ruins, they rose. Bratva. Cartel. Power rebuilt darker and lethal than before. They lost as a dynasty and rose as reign of carnage. Now the past is clawing into the present. Unknown empires washing up to the shore like corpses floating loosely around the sea. Loyalties are fractured and past is questioned. Hearts are crushed down by the weight of treachery and hate. Nothing is sacred. Nothing goes away untouched- love, innocence and trust. Blood will stain hands, desire and betrayal would carve itself into everyone's heart. And by the time this gamble would end, only the cunning minds and strongest hearts would remain with their blood-stained hands and carnage carved into their bones.  

CAN BE READ AS STAND STAND-ALONE. This book serves as a prequel to Twisted Family of Sikandars, focusing on Aairah and Hayaan's journey from their first meeting to their early married life. This story is a journey through time-a tale of love, longing, and the inevitable pull of fate. Aairah fell first. She fell hard, surrendering her heart to a man who barely acknowledged its existence. For four long years, she loved him in silence, watching from a distance as her feelings grew deeper, stronger, and more unshakable. Hayaan Sikandar, the man who had unknowingly captured her heart, was a force of nature-powerful, untouchable, and entirely uninterested in love. But destiny has a way of playing its own games.

☆𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 3 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 "Dove, I'm fucking insane when it comes to you. You're mine, every inch, every breath, every sound you make in this room belongs to me" "Next time you laugh for someone else... I'll make sure you're screaming only my name the whole night." Her breath hitched, and his mouth claimed hers hungry, punishing, desperate like he was marking his world. --- 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗮 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝗸𝗲𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗕𝗿𝘂𝗶𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗴𝗴𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗬𝗲𝘁, 𝗛𝗲 𝘄𝗿𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗺𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝘁 𝗵𝗼𝗺𝗲, 𝗮 𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗲𝘅𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗱. 𝗞𝗶𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗔𝗴𝗴𝗮𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗹, Once a girl full of light and laughter, she had been broken by the cruel betrayal of her first love, left to wander in the darkness of her own pain. And then came 𝗩𝗶𝗱𝘆𝘂𝘁 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. The man the world feared the name that made even the bravest shiver. Quick-tempered, ruthless, sharp with words that could cut deeper than a blade. But with her, he was different. With her, his rage turned to restraint, his sharpness melted into tenderness. To the world he was a storm, but to her he was the calm, the quiet, the only place she could finally breathe. But what makes Vidyut legendary in the underworld isn't just his ruthlessness - it's his Siberian Tiger, 𝗥𝗲𝘅 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. --- This book is connected to my first book, Adarika:His Ignored Bride.

He never wanted the Chief Minister's seat. But when his father demanded it, he laid down one condition that he would marry only the daughter of their political enemy. "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐚𝐝𝐚, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲." Everyone thought it was a move to end decades of rivalry. Only he knew the truth-it was her. It had always been her. The next morning, a marriage proposal reached her doorstep. The engagement happened. The silence between them turned into something softer. Something that looked a lot like love. "𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐣𝐢, 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐢𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚, 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐠 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐢?" But peace doesn't last in politics. One decision-and her father cancelled the wedding. Only for Aakrosh to marry her anyway. And just when she tried to believe him again-she heard something she was never meant to. "𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐢 𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐲𝐢 𝐮𝐧𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐨 𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢." Was her worst fear true all along? Or is Aakrosh hiding more than just a ruthless plan? Author's note: Everyone says that 'my English is not so good' but I would like to say my Hindi is not so good, so forgive me for spelling or meaning mistakes.

"I wish me and you could live together in the same time ever in any universe".......𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒐𝒗💌 . .🍀 .🌷 . " People say your life's last 7 minutes belong to someone you love and cherish the most.... I wish it to be 𝒀𝑶𝑼 ".......... 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒐𝒗❤‍🩹

I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favourite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.

✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯ She walks like royalty. He moves like a storm. She commands courtrooms with fire. He rules boardrooms in silence. She hides pain behind sharp words. He buries his behind calm eyes. She trusts no one. He lets no one close. She is rage wrapped in grace. He is restraint edged with danger. She used to laugh. He used to be the reason. . . . . RITIKA SINGH RATHORE Born into Rajasthan's most powerful royal family, Ritika is the pampered princess. But she is a Queen of her own world by strength and sheer will. A fierce lawyer feared in courtrooms, her silence is sharper than most screams. But behind that cold brilliance is a past steeped in blood and betrayal. She used to be the third-in-command of the Indian underworld, but now she doesn't even look at that direction. ADWAIT SINGHANIA A self-made billionaire forged by pain, Adwait rose from the ashes of a brutal past. He thinks like a strategist, moves like a soldier and trusts no one with his heart. He is only cheerful around his family and for others, he is nothing more than a silent storm. Once the second-in-command of India's deadliest crime syndicate, he has now cut ties with the crime world. Reason? No one knows. They were once each other's biggest supporter and secret keeper. Until one night shattered it all. Yet, years later, fate throws them together again. Not as friends. Not as enemies. But as two people bound by a past that refuses to die. Because the past isn't done with them yet. Enemies are watching. Alliances are shifting. And every heartbeat draws them deeper into a war they thought they had left behind. This isn't just a second chance. It's a collision course. This is not a love story, not yet. This is a battlefield and their hearts are the most dangerous weapons of all. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫

╰┈➤"𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 - 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨." ˗ˏˋ 🕊︎ ☁︎ ⸝⸝ ★ ⋆｡ﾟ☀︎ ☀︎ARNAV MORE X ☀︎IHA TIWARI BLURB He was left at the altar-not because he was cruel, not because he was wrong- but because he was mute. And the girl who ran away... was replaced by the only person who didn't get a choice. Her middle sister. They had spoken only once in childhood. Then life happened. Cities changed. Silences grew. Now, they're married. Not out of love. Not out of choice. But out of fate's twisted mercy. She speaks in storms. He listens in silence. And somewhere between broken families, buried trauma, and middle-class chaos- They must learn what it means to be heard without words... And loved without language. Because some love stories aren't loud. They're unspoken-yet still yours. ✿ TROPES ✿ ﹅romance rooted in silence, spice, and stolen glances 𖦹 Personal Assistant × Professor ☼ Maharashtra × Uttar Pradesh 𖤓 Non-brahmin × Brahmin ☀︎ Sunshine × Sunshine ❛ Elder son × Middle daughter ❜ 𓂃 Replaced bride ✧ Selectively mute male lead ⎯ Slow burn ❁ Desi household ⌕ Family drama (served daily) ☁︎ Soft romance ₊ Middle class love ⚘ Wounded past ✦ Indian romance - nostalgic & real