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❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

"I'm poison, Hridya," Kabir warned, his eyes cold and distant. She smiled - the kind that hides storms. "Good," she whispered, "I never craved sweet." --- "I don't need anyone by my side," he said, his voice firm, final. Her lips curved again, softer this time. "That's why I chose to stand behind you," she replied. --- She's HRIDYA DESAI- the girl who has loved KABIR RANAWAT in silence for six long years. And now, the man who owns her heartbeat... is marrying her cousin. Will she confess before the wedding bells drown her voice? Or will she keep loving him - quietly, fiercely, and from the shadows - even when he belongs to someone else?

"𝙀𝙠 𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙟𝙝𝙖𝙜𝙙𝙖𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞" Anika Mirza - the only daughter of the Mirza family, spoiled in comfort and luxury yet lost in her own dreamy chaos. By day, she's the confident girl who does what she wants, unapologetically herself. But by night, she hides behind a pen name, spinning stories of love she secretly longs to live - the kind that exists only in her books. Between chasing fantasies and avoiding reality, she's constantly at war with one person: Aarush, her infuriating shadow, her lifelong rival, and the one who somehow always manages to get under her skin. Little does she know, the story she's been writing might just start with him. ... "𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙝 𝙥𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙗𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙙𝙖𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞" Aarush Siddique - the youngest son of the powerful Siddique family, charming, reckless, and far too carefree for someone with a past full of untold stories. Beneath the teasing smirk and playful banter lies a man who's seen more than he lets on. He lives for thrill - the roar of engines, late-night races, and the satisfaction of getting on Anika Mirza's nerves. What she calls irritation, he calls connection - because annoying her is the only way he knows to keep her close. The world sees him as the next CEO in line, but for Aarush, his real chase has always been her.

Naina. The one who thinks, saying to leave him alone, and I will do that. I will never leave him. I am his Pareshani. He walks away, and I follow. He glares, and I grin. He builds walls, and I put a bomb on them, blasting those walls off. He tries to leave. I run in front of his car. Par pata hai, life mein maza tabhi he aata hai, jab life me koi parishani ho No matter where you go, gunda. I will be there. Ajay. She is a pain in my head. A headache, a nuisance. Trouble, god knows for what sin he is punishing me with her. She teases me like I am her damn puppet. Annoying. Stupid, and a big fucking Pareshani. She calls me Gunda. I don't want her, does she understand that? No, she laughs- a stupid grin on her face. She makes me want to just... Zindagi mein parishani hi parishani hai, mujhe ek aur parishani ki zaroorat nahi hai. Join Naina in her chase to get her Gunda. Why should the Guy always chase, and join A girl in her chase to get the man she loves? The Gunda Chronicles. First book.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

Ananya Singhania has spent her life trying to impress her mother, a conservative narcissist who never acknowledges her efforts. Despite her hard work and dedication, Ananya's achievements always fall short in her mother's eyes. Her solace comes from her deep bond with her brother, who loves her unconditionally and sees her as his precious little sister. In school, Ananya had a crush on a boy who saw her as nothing more than a bookworm and ignored her. Years later, fate brings them together under different circumstances. Ananya is now a beautiful and dedicated doctor, while Aakash Malhotra has become a ruthless, handsome businessman with a dark secret. As one of the most eligible bachelors and a notorious playboy, Aakash is drawn to the transformed Ananya, seeing her as his next conquest. The love Ananya once felt for Aakash blossoms again, but she questions whether he feels the same or if he will simply use her and break her heart. As their paths intertwine, Ananya must navigate the complexities of her revived feelings and the reality of Aakash's intentions. Will Ananya be able to overcome the heartbreak and move on with her life? Or will Aakash realize his mistake and seek redemption? Dive into this compelling story to discover the answers and explore the intricate dance of love, ambition, and redemption.

#1st book of HIS Series. Aarav Singh Raizada doesn't need headlines he writes them. At 32, he's the eldest heir to one of the most feared and powerful business empires in India. Aarav is every headline's ghost king. He is has no weakness, woman and scandal Until she enters. Saanvi Chandak 27, dusky-skinned, sharp-eyed and ruthless beauty from Kolkata. CEO of her Chandak Enterprise she is Daughter of Ragini Chandak, the long-standing Chief Minister whose husband's fate is a mystery no one dares to question. Saanvi's presence is as commanding as her silence is terrifying. She has never once bowed, never once paused-until now. They don't flirt but clash. He doesn't back down and she doesn't break. From boardrooms to ballroom galas, every encounter between them is a war in slow motion. His words burn where as hers cut. They circle each other like predators, both too proud to blink first. But beneath the verbal blows and calculated distance is a fire waiting to erupt - one the world isn't ready to witness. Because together... they're not just intense. They're destructive. What starts as resistance becomes obsession. What begins in silence ends in something neither of them knows how to stop. And around them, people watch in fear - because when Aarav, the man who never feels, and Saanvi, the woman raised to conquer, begin to fall for each other... someone will burn. But behind Aarav's cold exterior lies a locked door - a secret from the past that shattered their family when he was only 11. A truth that still haunts him. One only he remembers. One that made him swear never to believe in love, never to trust desire. And yet, Saanvi makes him feel things he has buried deep - things he promised he would never dig up again. Because love wasn't part of the plan. But destruction? That's inevitable.