𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝟏𝟗𝟖𝟎'𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐬𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐚. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) Kusum who is 21 year old is about to marry Rajeev Thakur, a 30-year-old schoolmaster - a man of few words, sharp discipline, and silent grief. He's known in the village as a man who keeps to himself, always seen either with books or lost in thoughts under the neem tree near the school. He's marrying kusum not out of love, but out of family pressure and a sense of duty. Unlike most brides at that time, Kusum wasn't nervous or shy. Her heart fluttered not with fear, but with excitement. She eager to begin her own love story, believes her marriage will bloom like the old love tales of her grandparents. Little does she know that the man she's marrying has locked away his heart, and she is stepping into a house that still holds the silent scent of another woman - the one who once wore the sindoor she now will. Yes, you guys are correct. Rajeev is a widower. His first wife, Gulaab, whom he loved deeply and unconditionally, passed away due to some illness, leaving behind a void so deep that he buried his emotions with her pyre. And yet, love has a way of blooming even in the most barren of places. Will Kusum's warmth melt Rajeev's frozen heart? Or will she become just another duty in his quiet, structured life? English translation is available ✨✨

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?

Widowed at thirty-four, Kabir Rathore is a successful businessman, but a lost man at heart - a single father drowning in guilt, duty, and a past he can't let go of. When his newborn daughter and two-year-old son need stability, his conservative family urges him into an unusual solution: a marriage of convenience. Enter Shruti Roy - twenty-seven, quiet but resilient, reeling from her own heartbreaks, and fiercely protective of her independence. She agrees to the arrangement, not for love, but for the children who steal her heart the moment she steps into Kabir's chaotic world. What begins as a practical decision slowly unfolds into something neither of them expects - laughter in shared silences, sparks under casual touches, and a home built from gentle moments. But ghosts of the past are not easy to bury. When jealousy strikes, old lovers reappear, and trust is tested by twisted intentions, Shruti and Kabir must ask the hardest question of all: Was this just an arrangement? Or the beginning of something real? ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀: 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 STANDALONE.

How do you know when it's the right person? ~ The summer I turn pretty ____________________ ESHVIKA ,the girl who promised herself that she'll never fall in love, especially with a sports captain who bullies her ,she thinks . KRIYANSH ,the guy who's expert in solving each and every problem but fails when it comes to his feelings for the girl he thought was the one he hated forever . ____________________ What will happen when the beginning of love they thought was actually the beginning of their separation. Read "ISHQANA" because you never had the love of your life ,your crush as your boyfriend and especially a box of happy memories. Start - 24 Jan 2026 . End -

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"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

𓆩♡𓆪 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟒 𝐨𝐟 "𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✧ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 ✧ 𓆩✦𓆪 ᴄᴀɴ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴀɴᴅᴀʟᴏɴᴇ 𓆩✦𓆪 ━━━━━━━━━✦❘༻༺❘✦━━━━━━━━━ 𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒔𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕... One was forbidden by rules. The other was forbidden by fate. 𝒀𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 - the cold, untouchable professor whose past turned him into stone. A man feared by many, felt by none. 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒂 - the quiet dancer who hid storms beneath grace, and loved a man who never saw her... until she stopped looking back. He was duty. She was desire. He taught discipline. She lived through chaos. He crushed her love. She buried it... along with her innocence. But fate has a cruel sense of humour - Because just when she begins to forget him... He decides he can't forget her. ❝ 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐠𝐞. ❞ Now, he wants her. Not with love. But with an obsession that burns like sin. 𝑹𝒐𝒉𝒊𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑨𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒂... 𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓. A tale of silence and scars, of a girl who loved too deeply, and a man who felt too late. 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 (🔞) This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18

"He plans. She ruins plans. And somewhere between her midnight ice cream cravings and his silent glances - something starts to shift." Saksham Rai believes in three things: discipline, deadlines, and doing absolutely everything by the book. He's the kind of man who alphabetises his playlists and silently judges anyone who dares misplace a coaster. Drishti Shukla is everything he isn't - loud, messy, endlessly dramatic, and somehow... always in his house, his business, and lately, his head - barefoot, chaotic, and armed with a pineapple-print scrunchie and with emotional outbursts she calls "personality." She's been part of the Rai household since childhood - crashing family dinners, stealing the cat's affection, and turning Saksham's perfectly planned life into an obstacle course of unpredictability. But when a series of seemingly harmless moments - a stolen hoodie, a midnight ice cream binge, an unexpected look on a rooftop - start to blur the lines between annoying little neighbour and something not-so-little-anymore... Saksham's world begins to unravel. She drives him insane. He grounds her chaos. And neither of them are ready for what comes next. Dive into a slow-burn romantic dramedy about one rule-following heir, one emotional hurricane, and the line between childhood and something much riskier.

In the elite halls of High Crest University, he is feared. Revered. Untouchable. Professor Abhimanyu Chauhan is a man of many faces-one, a cold and brilliant academic; the other, a ruthless mafia king cloaked in shadows and sin. A hacker who commands empires, a killer who hides behind calm eyes and a tailored suit. For seven long years, he's watched Harshita Rathi from the shadows. His obsession. His madness. His future. But Harshita doesn't know the devil is closer than her breath. All she sees is a man she loathes-arrogant, controlling, suffocating. The professor who unnerves her. The stranger whose presence haunts her dreams. What happens when the man she despises... claims her as his bride? What happens when she realizes he's been controlling her world all along? In a world where love is possession, and obsession is lethal- Will she escape the chains of his love, or will she burn beneath it?

Book III of The Same Stranger Trilogy . Please read the warning note before proceeding further. Contains explicit graphic sexual content Strictly 🔞 The final storm, the obsession you won't escape. BLURB :- "Come closer," he growled, eyes flaring feral. She closed the distance. Feet brushing. Warm breath mixing with his. "Did you fill the form?" he asked lowly. "No," she said, tone hot and defiant. He nodded once. Twice. Jaw ticking. "How are you learning the basics? Is Karan helping fine?" Dhruvi sighed, fingernails catching the light, eyes bored. "Not paying attention," she scoffed, dark amusement in her voice. His jaw ticked, eyes dark and heavy. He towered over her, straightening, glowering, yanking her hand and pressing her body against the table. Papers crumpled, sheets flew, the pen stand clattered to the floor. The cold table dug into her stomach; she hissed. Her breasts pressed together, lifting from the neckline, dupatta slipping from trembling shoulders-exposed, helpless. Adhrit leaned down, pressing his full weight into her back. Warm breath tickled her ear. "Oh yeah?" he growled, husky. "but paying enough attention in flirting with my manager, are we?" His hips jerked forward, clothed erection pressing hard against her. Possession. Control. Obsession. All consuming the moment. Date of release: Ongoing - Regular updates. Follow me for new chapters.