|𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈| 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘴. "Junoon ban chuki ho tum. Ishq ki tapish se bhi tez aur pagalpan ki har hadon se paar. Is qadar beyhadh ki tumhari rooh tak qaid karne ka irada hai." Upon stumbling with "𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒐𝒚 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑪𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑵𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒆" Aarav on her cousin's wedding, Mishika struggles to keep the dark secrets hidden under the veil. However fate has always been cruel to her. Betrayed and tricked by her own extended family, she finds herself at the altar, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 the man who was supposed to be her cousin's husband-to-be, the same man she had hated for 6 years. Threatened to take 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦 on the very first night by her forced husband, she was pushed and pulled between the past she can't get over from and the practicality of life. When she scramble to figure out her expectations and boundaries in the hopeless marriage, she was left shaken when her 𝘕𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦-𝘧𝘰𝘳-𝘢-𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘥 confessed about being 𝑶𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒅 with her since 8 years. An obsession he strived years to bury and get over with. But will it be so easy for 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 to incarcerate his favourite 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒔𝒆 when somewhere deep he knew that 𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘦𝘥 ? her heart was latched with HATE his mind was tainted with LUST? ❌No Cheating Between The Leads❌

◇◇◇Daily Update◇◇◇◇ •°•A Story Of Healing Love•°• ●There is no Cheating scene involve not even emotionally.💕 Once upon a time, he was a name that commanded power- a brilliant businessman and the crowned prince of Jaisalmer, ruling empires with calculated precision. Then came the accident. His empire remained untouched, his throne secure, but his mind didn't survive the fall. The man who once ruled with clarity now battles hallucinations, fractured memories, and a past he cannot escape- especially the memory of the woman he loved... the woman who left.. Now he became a baby by mind. She is not that woman. She has no place in his past and no claim on his heart. Cold, composed, and fiercely independent, she is a CEO who believes in control, not emotions. Love, for her, is a myth-an unnecessary weakness she refuses to entertain. Fate, however, is cruel and persistent. Circumstances force two strangers together- a broken prince clinging to a lost love, and a woman who refuses to feel anything at all. He lives as a child. She lives in reality. They are bound not by love, but by destiny, power, and a truth neither of them asked for. Because sometimes, the most dangerous stories begin when two hearts that don't belong to each other are forced to collide. #7 in India -24/Feb/2026 #14 in darkromance-24/Feb/2026

Generally speaking, fate is often described as an inevitable and predetermined outcome, suggesting that certain events or circumstances in our lives are preordained and cannot be changed. Regardless of how one perceives fate, it can play an influential role in shaping our experiences and our sense of identity. In the same way the almighty had bring four individuals together and bind them with fates string. Ekaksh Raghuvanshi , The man in his late 20s stands about 6 feet tall with a lean, athletic build. He wears casual attire, looking as comfortable in jeans and a t-shirt as he does in a suit. His face bears the beginnings of wisdom and experience, but his eyes still hold a youthful excitement. His hair is neatly trimmed and his smile is genuine and warm, hinting at an easy-going nature. Meera Agnihotri , The woman in her mid 20s is full of energy and enthusiasm. Her eyes sparkle, her expression constantly animated with emotion. She has a slim athletic build and stands a little over 5 feet tall. Her outfit may be casual or more formal, but she always looks confident and at ease in her own skin. Her hair is styled in a fashion that reflects her outgoing personality, and she exudes a warmth and approachability that is impossible to ignore. The Twin baby is approximately 9 months old, with delicate, fragile features. They have wide eyes that seem to take in everything around them. They have chubby cheeks and a button nose, and their tiny hands are curled up in loose fists. Standing in the corridor of the hospital the eyes of the two individuals were stuck on the window of the child care unit Meera ~ let's get married .... With tears rolling down her cheeks. Ekaksh ~ please don't pressurise yourself may be we can find another solution for this. Meera ~ How can you say after witnessing this . Ekaksh ~ okay ! We can get married but there will be a condition.

Book - 1 (Best friends series) Aditya x Meera 🎀 Meet Mr. Aditya Singhania India's most feared mafia king. Ruthless and merciless. He's the enigmatic diamond tycoon, commands attention wherever he goes. His chiseled jawline, piercing brown eyes and a cold, calculating demeanor mask his true identity. Aditya rules his shadowy empire with a iron fist. And there's Meera Sharma a short tempered and loving girl. Who want to live her life like all freedom. But, His Obsession is a wildfire, fierce and all consuming. In a world where power bent to his will, she is the one thing he cannot control, and that it drives him mad. Her laughter haunted his sleepless nights, her defiance ignites a dangerous hunger in his veins. He craves her like a man craves air, and no amount of chaos, bloodshed, or war can extinguish his need. His world was built on fear and respect, but for her, he is willing to burn kingdoms to ash. She is his addiction, his salvation, and his madness all wrapped in the one thing he was willing to ruin himself for.

𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. . . . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝟏𝟐/𝟎𝟑/𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐍𝐃 - ......

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

"Do you really want this marriage?"she asked and finally look at me That deep black eyes like pacific ocean.. pink lips.. chubby cheeks.. bottom nose.. long eyelashes.. that small nath just perfect.. "Yes"I replied "And why?"she again asked "None of your business just tell me if you want this marriage or not if not yet this marriage will take place"I said She just look at me without any shock.. just freeze.. I was going to squeeze her hand when I hold her hand... She flinch hard that I immediately took my hand away from her.. "What happened are you ok?"I asked in little concerned voice "D-don't..." ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Avyan Rathore ~ Cold.. rude.. businessman.. Siara Oberoi ~ Sweet.. cheerful.. beautiful.. 2nd year student.. ^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^^ Don't judge the book by first 10 chapters... ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Soft romance... Age gap ~ Trauma~ Past~ Underground world ~ ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Did she able to understand the love? Did she bring peace to his life? Did he able to be her Good husband? Enjoy the story.... I hope u like it .. Comment and vote guys and tell me how's it?

She fell in love with his characters and he fell in love with her. ● After unknowingly falling in love with a bestselling author hiding behind a false identity, a college girl must decide whether she can trust the man who broke her heart-especially when he refuses to stop fighting for a second chance. ---- Synopsis Rishit Rathore is Reez - one of the most celebrated contemporary authors in India, known for emotionally devastating fiction and an identity so carefully guarded that his readers have never seen his face. He moves through the world with quiet control, his public persona a carefully maintained mystery. Bhavya Singh is a final-year English student who commutes two hours each way to college by bus. She is a devoted reader of Reez - she owns every book he has written, defends his characters fiercely, and has never once questioned whether the man behind the words might be someone she could actually meet. They meet on a morning bus. Rishit recognises the cover of his own book in her hands. He watches her read. He watches her argue, quietly, with his choices. Somewhere between her murmured conviction that his heroine could have been saved and the moment she steps off at her stop without ever looking up, something in him shifts. 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞.

She aimed for Survival; he became the Bullet. Until fate became the battleground of hearts. They say love can heal, but what if it's the wounds are from Love that break you? Leher Roychowdhury loved once-and lost everything. Heartbroken and scared, she swore never to love again. But fate isn't done playing. Forced into a marriage by family debts and old promises, she's stuck with a man who's as guarded as she is vulnerable. Azaan Sarfaraz has a deadly aim on the shooting range and in life. His heart? Locked away behind layers of pain and heartbreak especially over the girl- Leher who betrayed him once and still haunts his every breath. When their worlds collide, sparks fly-and so do ghosts from their past. Love that's meant to heal might just be the fire that consumes them. In a game of heartbreak, only one thing is certain: No one leaves unscathed.

𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆. 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒔𝒌 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑹𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂, 𝑩𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒚𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅'𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒛𝒛𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒅𝒆𝒍 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒔𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒔 𝒏𝒐 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒆𝒆-𝒂 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓, 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒑 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅. 𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓. 𝑨𝒈𝒔𝒕𝒚𝒂 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂, 𝒆𝒙-𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒚, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒔, 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓