𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗔𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 She was the girl no one chose. The unwanted daughter. The forgotten child. The one who grew up watching love being given to everyone except her. No warm hugs from her mother. No protective hand from her father. No place where she truly belonged. Years of neglect taught her how to stay silent, how to hide her tears behind a smile, and how to survive in a house that never felt like home. He was everything she wasn't. Powerful. Feared. Untouchable. A ruthless businessman by day and a dangerous mafia king by night. A man whose name carried authority, whose enemies feared his wrath, and whose heart had long ago stopped believing in love. To him, emotions were weaknesses. Love was an illusion. And trust was the most dangerous mistake a person could make. On the day of his wedding, her sister ran away. To protect their reputation, her family made a heartless decision They pushed her into the bridal seat instead. One carried the scars of a loveless childhood. The other hid wounds that no one could see. But sometimes, the darkest stories create the brightest beginnings. When two broken souls collide, walls begin to crack, secrets begin to surface, and hearts that once swore never to love start beating for someone they never expected. Will she finally find the love she spent her entire life searching for? Or will the darkness surrounding him destroy them both before they get the chance? ✨ A story of pain, healing, trust, betrayal, family, sacrifice, and a love powerful enough to change even the coldest heart. ✨ ⚠️ Disclaimer © All Rights Reserved This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, organizations, locations, and incidents portrayed in this book are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, businesses, events,

HIS SERIES #1 "I wasn't the woman he wanted. But I was the one he vowed to destroy." She was never the first choice. Not for her parents. Not for him. Not even for love. Forced to marry the man who only had eyes for her sister, she walks into a loveless marriage with a shattered heart and silent hopes. He never wanted her. But fate didn't ask. In a mansion that feels more like a prison, surrounded by cold stares and buried truths, she learns to survive in silence. But sometimes, the heart notices what the eyes ignored. And sometimes, love grows... where it was never meant to.... "Mohabbat hogyi hai aapse, mat jaiye na " Abhyansh singh Rathore .....

[ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ] ʙᴏᴏᴋ 1 ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀᴛᴄʜ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ɪɴ ʜᴇᴀᴠᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ (standalone) • A Tale Of Old School Love. (modern-day royal romance) • 𝙍𝙚𝙚𝙩 𝙎𝙝𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙩, princess of Jaipur. An epitome of being soft-spoken and resilient at heart. She represents the characters of an innocent, pure and gentle soul. A kind-hearted person with a heart of gold. She believes in old school love, hoping that someday she will find the man who will adore her with all his heart. However, she carries the burden of her past, regretting a mistake she made in her early years as a college student. 𝘼𝙮𝙪𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙖𝙖𝙣 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙝 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚, the King of Rajasthan, manages the affairs of Rajasthan from Udaipur. CEO of Rathore Industries. He is a workaholic by nature who cannot tolerate even the slightest mistake in the empire he worked so hard for, which he inherited from his father and has made Rathore Industries flourish across the world. A cold-hearted billionaire to the rest of the world, one of the traits he must carry for being one of the most influential people in the world. Above all, he prioritises his family and has the biggest soft spot in his heart for his woman. • A story hidden in the depths of her heart will someday come out in the open. Her cousin, a sole witness to an unforgettable past. • And will Reet find the courage to open up to Ayushmaan about her past, or will he uncover the truth on his own? • This story brings Ayushmaan and Reet together in an arranged marriage love filled with royal romance, deep emotions, and hidden secrets. The readers will witness the two soul navigating through the ups and downs of marital life. But here's the twist: those ups and downs are anything but ordinary...they are dark, complex, and twisted. Yet, rest assured, the story ultimately leads to a happily ever after.

They performed her last rites, while she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns.. not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies... they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal, but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... Or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

🌌 Whisper's of Destiny 🌌 By @ashii_verse 🖤 "Some stories aren't meant to be told. They're meant to bleed through silence... and leave scars where no one sees." --- Avni. Soft. Subtle. Almost invisible to the world. But beneath her quiet grace lies a storm she's too afraid to name. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't ask for more. She simply exists - until he sees her. The man no one dares to look in the eye... yet she meets his gaze with trembling honesty. Rajveer. Sharp mind. Cold presence. A man who speaks less and controls more. He doesn't crave love. He craves silence, control, and order. But there's something about her - the way she lowers her eyes when he speaks, the way her fear doesn't hide her truth - that draws him in like a storm waiting to be unleashed. --- ❝ You look at me like I'm human, Avni... ❞ ❝ But I've spent my whole life making sure I'm not. ❞ ❝ And still... ❞ ❝ You make me want to be yours. ❞ --- This is not a love story. This is restraint and desire at war. A girl too soft for his world. A man too dangerous for hers. And a fate that ties them together - not gently, but violently. He doesn't know how to love. She doesn't know how to leave. And somewhere in the silence between them, something begins to burn... slowly, darkly, beautifully. ✨ Whisper's of Destiny - a haunting slow-burn of longing, power, and a love so quiet... it leaves nothing untouched. ---

Veeranshu Mehra, a man who has never known love, comes into marriage with Tara, a woman caught in a web of family obligation and personal fear. Tara agrees to marry him, not out of love, but to honor her grandfather's wishes and escape the grasp of Sameer, a dangerous man who wants to marry her. As they navigate a marriage built on necessity, neither expects love to blossom between them. But through emotional struggles, trust-building, and unexpected moments of vulnerability, they begin to heal each other's past wounds. What starts as a marriage of convenience slowly transforms into something deeper, as they realize they need each other more than they ever anticipated.

"Married in Her Shadow" At just 20 years old, Aarohi's life takes a drastic turn when she becomes a replacement bride for the wealthy and enigmatic Veer Rathore. Chosen not for love, but as a substitute for the woman who abandoned him, Aarohi finds herself trapped in a marriage where every glance and whisper reminds her she's not the one Veer desired. Set against the backdrop of opulent mansions and intricate family politics, Aarohi battles the crushing weight of expectations, the constant comparisons, and her growing feelings for a man who sees her as a stand-in. As secrets unravel, Aarohi must navigate her path between her own identity and the shadow she's forced to live in. Will Aarohi rise above the haunting specter of the bride she replaced, or will she forever be a reflection of someone else's life?