He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

"ᶠᵒʳ ᵗʰᵉ ᵒⁿᵉˢ ʷʰᵒ ᶠᵉˡˡ ʰᵒᵖᵉˡᵉˢˢˡʸ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ʷⁱᵗʰ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜᵃᵖᵗⁱᵛⁱᵗʸ ᵒᶠ ˢᵒᵐᵉᵒⁿᵉ'ˢ ᵉʸᵉˢ, ᶠʳᵉᵉᵈᵒᵐ ʷᵃˢ ⁿᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢʷᵉᵉᵗᵉʳ ᵗʰᵃⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃⁱⁿˢ ᵒᶠ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᵍᵃᶻᵉ."💌🪷 #1 in poem -aug 25,2025 #2 in softcore #1 in canvas #2 in admirer #17 in devotion #2 in hiseyes #9 in admiration #20 in hopelessromantic #35 in unconditional #39 in tale #26 in tales #2 in melancholy #1 in hopelessromance

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 ❁ 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ❁ ❁✵❁ ✧𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘉𝘢𝘤𝘬 ✓ ✧𝐻𝑒𝑟 𝑆𝑎𝑣𝑖𝑜𝑢𝑟 ✓ ✧𝘈𝘯 𝘜𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘞𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 ✓ ✧𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝐼𝑛𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑦 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 ✓ ✧𝐻𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝐹𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑠 - 𝑆𝑡𝑜𝑙𝑒𝑛 𝐺𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠 ✓ ✧𝐴𝑟𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒𝑑 𝐻𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 - 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑃𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑟'𝑠 𝑂𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛 ( ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ) ✧ 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑀𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑎𝑔𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑎𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝐷𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑙 ( ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ) ✧ 𝑁𝑜𝑜𝑟-𝑒-𝑀𝑜ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑏𝑎𝑡 - 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝐿𝑜𝑣𝑒 ( ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ) ✧ 𝑇𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝐷𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 :𝐻𝑖𝑠 𝑅𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑑 𝐵𝑟𝑖𝑑𝑒 ( ᴏɴɢᴏɪɴɢ ) ⋆⋆⋆⋆ ✧ 𝑅𝑜𝑦𝑎𝑙 𝑇𝑒𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 - 𝑀𝑟. 𝐵𝑜𝑑𝑦𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑'𝑠 𝐹𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑃𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠𝑠 ( ᴜᴘᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ) ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧ ✧

#4 in Top10 in India on 14th March 2025 "itni nafrat naa karein ki pyaar ho jaaye 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊" 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 "𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘲 𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘺𝘦 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 𝗷𝗶𝗶" she whispered with a smile ________________________________________________________ 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖗 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖉𝖆 | 𝕾𝖍𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖓 𝖐𝖆𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖎𝖑𝖑 -His Sardarni "Even if you shot me dead today, you know I would still love you in every birth. Every single breath of mine belongs to you, my queen," the man said, tears rolling down his eyes. "I don't care about your love or your care! The only thing I care about is revenge-and today, I'm going to complete it," the woman hissed, tracing the gun along his face. But something twisted inside her. For the first time, the Mafia Queen felt uneasy, while the Mafia Lord knelt before her, refusing to leave the love of his life. "Please don't do this. I beg you," his voice cracked. All his confidence, boldness, and 'I-don't-give-a-damn' attitude had shattered. Her heart hitched, her body froze-she couldn't pull the trigger on the man in front of her. "Even he begged for his life. Did you stop then?" she screamed, gripping his face between her fingers. "At least listen to me-" he began, but she cut him off by pressing her lips against his. This was no longer just revenge. It was obsession, desire, and love strong enough to make a King-no, a Lord-beg for it. ✨ A Desi Dark Royal Romance 🌸 Full of rivalry, hidden scars, stolen glances, and forbidden touches.

Set in the 1980s, in a village where traditions hold more power than dreams. Tara-a young woman trapped by societal expectations, burdened by rejection, and scarred by loss. With nowhere left to turn, she finds herself at the edge of despair, questioning if there's anything left to fight for. Then there's Dhruv-a man who refuses to accept the world's injustices as fate. Practical yet defiant, he challenges the very beliefs that have kept Tara caged. When their paths collide on a fateful night, neither of them realizes that this meeting will change their lives forever. This is their story-a tale of love, defiance, and the struggle to break free from a society that refuses to change. But in a world where rules are set in stone, can love truly rewrite destiny? ☆ Warning - This story explores themes that may be sensitive or uncomfortable for some readers. It is entirely fictional and based on my imagination. Given its setting in the 1980s, in a rural village, certain events may reflect harsh societal realities. Reader discretion is advised.

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

(Needs Editing) "Thakur Sahab..." she moaned, her voice barely above a whisper, breathless, unsteady. And next, without letting her know her fingers made it's way to his hair, clutching it got life, for newly known pleasure! The way she said his name-so delicate, yet laced with something she herself didn't understand-sent a jolt of satisfaction through Randheer. His smirk deepened against her skin. He soothed the bite with a slow, deliberate kiss, his warm lips brushing over the mark he had left behind. He wanted her to remember this moment, to feel his presence long after he was gone. "Shh, Jaan.." he murmured, his voice husky, intoxicating. "You'll wake the whole house..your brothers will know, that you are having haldi ceremony with me..in this way" And the irony..She fell for the very man her brothers despised to the core.. ⚠️ Mature content ahead! Proceed with caution. What happens when a sweet, bubbly girl falls for a ruthless man? Dive into the story where her Thakur Sahab is her devotion, and she is his obsession. ✔️ Forced Marriage ✔️ Sweet yet Intense Romance ✔️ Age Gap Love Story ✔️ A Strong Female Lead ✔️ She Fell First, He Fell Harder

She is the radiant and free-spirited princess of Malwa-beautiful, bubbly, and blissfully unaware of the haunting truths buried in her past. Since childhood, she has been bound to a royal alliance with the prince of Madhya Pradesh-a commitment inked by fate, not by choice. He is the merciless King of Rajasthan-CEO by day, mafia lord by night. Ruthless, inhuman, and feared across the nation, he commands the underworld syndicate known as the Black Domain, where he's worshipped and dreaded as The Beast in Human Form. With a wicked smile, he slaughters like it's a sport-death means nothing to him. But what happens when fate dares to intertwine their worlds? What unfolds when two cold-blooded beasts cross paths... for one delicate, untouchable beauty? She flinches at the thought of crushing an ant. He slaughters men like they're insects beneath his boots. Their contrast is more than striking-it's cataclysmic. She is dawn. He is dusk. She is the warmth of spring. He is the chill of winter. She breathes life. He brings death. She is softness wrapped in silk, the only calm that can silence the storm in him. He is steel cloaked in shadows, a living fortress of pain and vengeance. And yet... she is the only one who dares to step into his darkness. The only one who can shatter the walls he built to cage his own heart. ꧁༺༻꧂★᭄ꦿ᭄ꦿ Tropes : - Villian in love - touch her and die - mafia romance - slow burn - she fell first but he fell harder - forced proximity - Mafia x Fashion designer - Grumpy x sunshine