Safiya Shah has built her life on justice - fierce in the courtroom, fearless in the face of power. She never imagined her next battle would be with Zaviyar Khan, the cold, commanding Nawab of Azamgarh. Raised worlds apart yet tied by a hidden history, they are connected by a bond neither of them understands - and a darkness only Zaviyar remembers. When a family emergency brings Safiya back to Azamgarh, old secrets stir. Attending Zaviyar's grand wedding, Safiya watches in shock as his fiancée flees, leaving disgrace behind. But even greater shock awaits: a revelation that their late grandfather's dying wish was to see Zaviyar and Safiya married. For Zaviyar, it's the perfect storm. Behind his calm facade burns a deep hatred - a need for revenge for a tragedy Safiya doesn't even know her family caused. For Safiya, it's a battle of heart and honor - drawn to a man who wants nothing more than to see her broken. As promises are made under ancient vows, love and hatred collide. In a world where loyalty demands sacrifice, can a marriage built on vengeance survive the truth?

"STRIP" Her face paled. She thought she misheard him, so she waited for him to repeat. But he took predatory steps towards her instead. His strides were long, he looked worse than a wild animal, ready to pounce on his prey. "Maine kaha ye kapde apne shareer se utaro." ["I said, take those clothes off."] He roared and in the next stride he held the veil of her saree, pulling it harshly off her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she shook her head, and gripped the piece of cloth, concealing her dignity. "Please..." She pleaded, choking on a sob, but the more she resisted, the more force he applied. In no time she was stripped of her saree which lay at her feet now and she stood there in her underskirt and blouse, covering herself with her arms, which didn't do much to hide. Crying hysterically, she took steps back, her eyes still staring at the saree which seemed to be her shield a moment ago. But before she could take any more steps, he grabbed her chin and pushed her against the wall with force. He made her look up at him, her eyes teary fearful, while his cold, emotionless. "Ye raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai, abhi toh is chand pe grahan lagna baaki hai..." ["This night is far from over. An eclipse is yet to fall upon this moon."] He snarled and in the next moment, he pulled the strings of her underskirt and tore the buttons of her blouse, now nothing was there to shield her from the monster who was also her husband.

"𝑴𝑶𝑯𝑨𝑵 𝑲𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑵𝑵 𝑲𝑶 𝑳𝑼𝑩𝑯𝑨𝑨𝒀𝑬 𝑮𝑨𝒀𝑰 𝑹𝑬, 𝑩𝑨𝑹𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑬 𝑲𝑰 𝑪𝑯𝑯𝑶𝑹𝑰, 𝑹𝑨𝑫𝑯𝑨 𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑰-𝑮𝑶𝑹𝑰" ________________________________ 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒏... 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚... "𝑩𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒂" - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊 𝑹𝒂𝒅𝒉𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒊... 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏. ________________________________ "𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑮𝑬 𝑴𝑨𝑹𝑹𝑰𝑨𝑮𝑬"... 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆- "𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆" 𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔. 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒈𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒖𝒑 𝒊𝒏... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆'𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅... 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝒅𝒐𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒅... 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒇𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚. ________________________________

From Mandap to Madness 2 BOOK TWO: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES When the past becomes present. When love becomes weapon. When truth becomes the most dangerous lie of all. The pieces were moving. The game was accelerating. Viransh learning truths that would reshape everything he thought he knew. Vanya racing toward revelations that would either condemn or save her. And between them-secrets, lies, and a love that was either the most real thing in their lives or the most dangerous lie ever told. In their world, vulnerability was blood in the water. And the sharks were circling.

Ranking: #1 in Fantasy #2 in Desiromance #2 in new Book 1 of The suryawanshi's ♡AVYANSH × KANAK ♡ His fingers skimmed over her bare skin, slow, deliberate, setting her on fire with every lingering touch. Kavya gasped, her body betraying the war raging inside her. "Tell me who you are," Avyansh's voice was husky, his lips hovering just above hers, teasing, torturing. Her breath hitched as his hands trailed lower, possessive yet questioning. "I am your wife," she whispered, but even she knew the lie wouldn't last between them. His grip tightened, pulling her against him, his warmth searing through her trembling form. "Lies," he rasped against her throat, his lips brushing against her skin, making her shudder. "Then why ..why....every time I touch you... every time you shatter under me... it's like you were always mine." His voice was raw, his breath ragged. "So tell me, Kavya... why does your body remember me when your words refuse to?" KANAK: His Desire present by @special_wrtzz

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀: A Tale of Kings, Mafia, and the Dark Dance of Love and Betrayal. DARK ROMANCE BOOK 🎀 This story contains multi couples and it's my first time writing with multi couples. The royal family of Rathore's in Rajasthan, there were four men who were not only respected as kings in their state but also the top tycoons of the country. They were known for their wealth and power, but little did anyone know that they ruled the dark underbelly of the mafia world as well. Their influence extended far beyond the borders of their kingdom, and their word was law in the criminal underworld. The story revolves around the tragic marriage lives of these four brothers and their families. Will Abhiraaj be able to bestow Aawanya with her rights, or will Aawanya choose to part ways with him after losing faith? Can Ishani bring Dev back from the dangerous Mafia World, or will she have to face the pain of losing him forever? Will Vardhan's heart ever be captivated by Jahnvi's love, or will Jahnvi's dreams be crushed? And finally, can Prakshit and Unnati create a bond that will last a lifetime? As the tale unfolds, the readers will witness the struggles, sacrifices, and triumphs of these four couples. Will they be able to stay together with love, or will one of them lose their love forever? Only time will tell. Please note that this is a fictional story and any resemblance to real-life events or individuals is purely coincidental.

✦ 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 ✦ This book is a standalone. Aarish returns home after months from a mental hospital, he isn't the same. Calm on the outside, chaos underneath. His mission? Revenge the girl his brother loves. She loved him with all her heart. He only wanted to break it. Until his own heart betrayed him. But the more he tries to break her, the deeper he falls into the very madness he escaped. Will she know about the truth ? And when she know she wasn't the One he loves what happened? _____________ Starting - 1 December 2025

𝘼 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ "P please hel help me, I I need you...please!" Her voice was getting impatient as she was continuously struggling to get rid of her clothes. By grabbing her waist, I pulled her closer to me. With a smirk I leaned down and whispered in her ear "So you want me to fvck you, right?" She was restlessly looking at me as if she don't know what was happening to her, but at this moment, she really needed me. "Are you sure, fireheart? As you are already bleeding! And If I started, I won't stop until I ruin you completely." I added. "I I need you, please." The only words she could barely manage to Say. As I heard those words from her mouth, I pressed her against the wall and started eating her delicate lips brutally! _______ What happens when one night's mistake becomes the most horrible reality of someone's whole life ? Choosing him was not her destiny and leaving her was not his consent, in the game of hatred... Will love make it's way ? In the extent of his darkness, will she be able to become light or will lost herself in his dark world ? Read on to know more!!!

#1 book in The Ruined Series She was never meant to be the bride. A widow, a replacement, an afterthought. But when her sister disappears before the wedding, Natasha is forced into an unwanted marriage with Shivansh Ranawat-a man who didn't choose her, and doesn't plan to love her. And yet... fate never asks permission.

Arhaan leaned in, whispering, "Aap yeh shaadi nahi karna chahti?" (Don't you want to get married?) She shook her head. No. "Mana kardo." (Refuse them) She broke down harder. He didn't understand why, but then, Arhaan saw him. The groom. Middle-aged, maybe fifty. Dressed in sherwani, heavy-eyed, staring at the girl with a smile that made Arhaan's blood run cold. The girl shrank beside him like a dying flame. Arhaan's jaw clenched. Now the puzzle clicked. Of course she ran. What girl in her right mind would marry a man old enough to be her father? ----- A stormy night. A runaway bride. A split-second decision that changes everything. When their paths cross by chance, one act of courage sparks a chain of events neither saw coming, and a love neither of them was looking for. A tale of hearts colliding in the most unlikely storm. But, saving her was only the beginning. Dive into Saifa: The Bride He Saved and get lost in a love story that will keep you turning the pages. ✨ - Siya M