*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

"𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉" "YOU CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE ANYONE, YASHWANT SINGH RAWAT!" Mayukta Singh Rawat's voice echoed through the hall, sharp enough to cut through the stunned silence that had settled over the crowd. Her furious gaze was fixed on the man before her. Yashwant. The prince remained on one knee, utterly unmoved by his grandmother's outburst. Not once did he turn his head toward her. His eyes never left the woman standing in front of him. The entire gathering stared in disbelief. A king was never meant to kneel before anyone.Yet here he was,on his knees,for her. "Bataiye, Noor..." His voice was calm, unwavering, carrying only sincerity. "Kya aap humse shaadi karengi? Kya humein yeh mauka dengi ki hum aapke ardhang ban sakein?" A collective gasp rippled through the room. Noor Tripathi stood frozen, her fingers clutching the fabric of her lehenga so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she looked at the prince kneeling before her. "Yashwant, yeh kaisi pagalpan ki baatein kar rahe hain aap?" one of his relatives exclaimed in shock. "she is a commoner,you can not marry her ." But Yashwant didn't spare them a single glance. The world around him ceased to exist.There was only Noor,slowly, he extended his hand toward her. "Noor..." His voice softened. "Sirf tab, jab aapki marzi ho. Agar aap mana karna chahein... toh bina kisi jhijhak ke kar sakti hain. Main aapke faisle ki izzat karunga." Noor swallowed hard, hearing him when almost instinctively, her eyes searched for her father. He stood a few steps away, watching silently.For a brief moment, father and daughter looked at each other. Then, with the faintest smile, he gave her a gentle nod.Tears threatened to gather in Noor's eyes. She looked back at Yashwant, whose hand still waited patiently for hers,Her lips parted,Barely above a whisper,

He never forgot her name. Not once. Not in nine years. Not through the blood and the power and the silence. Not ever. Viransh Singhania is the kind of man who doesn't love halfway. Who doesn't want halfway. Who looked at a girl once really looked - and decided, quietly, irreversibly, that there would never be anyone else. And there wasn't. Nine years. An ocean between them. An empire built with bloodied hands and an aching heart. And through all of it - her. Always her. Like a religion he never chose but could never abandon. Like a wound that never healed because somewhere, deep down, he never wanted it to. She is his ruin. His salvation. The only thing in a world full of power that ever made him feel powerless. And he would do it all again - every sin, every scar, every sleepless night - just to end up exactly here. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── A desi dark romance. 18+ for mature themes, age gap, and adult content.

"Kise paache ite na phire Jtne tere pchhe bhatak rh Laa ke chhati se Khne de na I Love You chhori.. tere ke saans atak rhe he" ----- Adhiraj Sangwan had everything. Power. Money. Respect. Criminals feared his name. Though he also no less than them. 'Gunda MLA' That's what they said. Officers straightened their backs when he entered a room. Politicians thought twice before challenging him. Yet every night at exactly 11:47 PM, he would sit alone on the balcony of his palace with a cup of ginger tea growing cold in his hands. Waiting. "Ram Ram, Sahab." A soft voice suddenly echoed from his phone. A smile appeared on his face instantly. The kind of smile no journalist had ever managed to capture. "Kitni baar kaha hai aapse..." he murmured. "When will you stop calling me Sahab?" A small laugh came from the other side. Then came her teasing reply. "The day you stop acting like one." He laughed. A genuine laugh. And at that moment of the day, the weight of their responsibilities felt lighter. Because somewhere under the same sky... His favorite person was smiling too. God. He was so hopeless. --- "Pehle dikhi toh achi lagi, fir dikhi toh pyari lagi.. ab pyari lagi toh laga meri honi chahiye" Politician × Doctor Not so typical. Just read chapters of introduction. I definitely think as a reader you'll love the saga. If not, then please feel free to leave thinking as if it's not your taste. Ignore my little little mistakes. I'm new to all this but I love writing. English isn't my first language. ||Silent readers are welcome, but active readers are unforgettable|| !!!ONGOING!!!

AVINASH OBEROI A well known businessman and a Mafia king. He is a cold hearted person who has no mercy towards people who try to ruin the safe environment for women. For him love is nothing. Sristhi Mahajan A simple and sweet girl living an ordinary life engrossed in fictional books waiting for her man to come who will burn down the whole world for her. They both hated each other. But destiny had other plans for them. Will they both accept their marriage? Will this deal marriage bring a spark of love or storm of hatred in their lives? Let's find out in this story. Tropes: Businessman/Mafia king x Reader Enemies to Lovers Forced Marriage to love Touch her and die Forced proximity AVINASH OBEROI X SRISTHI MAHAJAN

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Book 2 of "Arranged Marriage" Series Here is the story of a couple who were arranged to marry eachother. And lived together fighting, loving and caring. ✨She was the lightning to his thunderous life, which he never saw coming his way ✨He was the fragrance of love to her colourful life, which lacked it, which she never saw coming that too from her bestfriend's elder brother . . . . "DON'T FUCKING ACT IN FRONT OF ME....... YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING FOOL THAT YOU THOUGHT I WOULD BELIEVE THIS ACT LIKE MY FAMILY DOES... BLOODY GOLD DIGGING BITCH...." he shouted at me holding my arms in a tight grip "What are you even saying?" I asked as I am hell confused and tried to yank my hand back but his grip tightened "You wanted money right? So you become a Raizada by marrying me..... But listen to me very fucking carefully...... YOU ARE NO FUCKING ONE TO ME. I WON'T EVER ACCEPT YOU AS MY FUCKING WIFE AND DON'T EVEN THINK OF EXPECTING ME TO ACT AS A HUSBAND BECAUSE I WON'T" he yelled I don't know what he is saying but I am not tolerating this thing. He even called me a bitch. My arms are also burning by his hold. I am angry now. I took a deep breath calming down myself and said, "I don't know what you are saying-" "Of course you won't..... You are such a naive and innocent girl after all.... YOU ARE A FUCKING GOLD DIGGER, A WOMAN WHO MARRIED SOMEONE FOR MONEY AND-" "ENOUGH!!!!" I yanked my arms from his hold and pointed my finger at him "I don't know what are you referring to but you can't fucking say whatever the fuck you want... SO BE IN YOUR LIMITS" I seethed and at the end raised my voice. His eyes darkened and in a swift motion he held my wrists and locked it behind my back and held my throat in a firm grip "Raise your voice at me again and see what happens next" he said against my face. No against my lips. His breaths fanning my face..... . . . . . Arrogant x Sweet CEO x Professor South Indian girl Strong female and male leads Grumpy x Sunshine

PAPERBACK AVAILABLE !! Her Series Book 1 Vihaan Singh Mehrotra A meticulous, arrogant, and dominant person both personally and professionally. The CEO of Mehrotra Industries. He hates being betrayed. He doesn't care about who and how the person is, he does everything in his power to destroy the one who betrays him. Marriage was never on his list but being a family man he agreed to an arranged marriage for the happiness of his family. He didn't have any weaknesses but SHE became his wife and his weakness he never wanted. Siya Shah A charming, introverted girl. A perfect daughter whom everyone wishes to have but not her parents. Being the eldest daughter of the family, she was pressured to have a perfect future to take care of her family. To build up a perfect future for her, her parents became strict but did care for their daughter but something happened and they stopped caring for her or more over ignored her more and took her as their responsibility. She craved for love her whole life. She wanted nothing but to be loved. She was broke and thought no one could heal her but HE did and became the person she always wanted in her life. (There is a reason I have kept these names, so no hate on names I guess)

⋆˙⟡ A rising actor finds himself entangled with royalty, who also happens to be his enemy. But obsession knows no boundaries, and Nikhil Solanki is determined to get his Princess. A girl whose heart he broke six years ago. ⋆˙⟡ ❤︎ ɖཞąɱą. ɛŋɛɱıɛʂ ɬơ Ɩơ۷ɛཞ. ơცʂɛʂʂıơŋ. ❤︎ A saga from Royal Chronicles.

𝘈𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘪 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘰 𝘯𝘦, 𝘸𝘢𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘬𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘺𝘪 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘦⋆୨୧˚ "𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐲? 𝐁𝐚𝐛𝐞, 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠." _____｡⁠☆ 𝐈 𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧 𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐨𝐱 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝. 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞. '𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞?' 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭. '𝐘𝐄𝐒! 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔'𝐋𝐋 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄.' 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐲. ᴗ⁠•✧⁠*๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑～⁠♡ 𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘨𝘩 𝘴𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 <3