She was married before she understood what marriage meant. He forgot before he learned what love truly is. Pakhi, a sharp-witted girl from Jaisalmer, returns to her hometown after years of living like the past never happened. No one remembers the childhood wedding that tied her to a boy with royal blood Rudraansh Rathore, heir to Jaisalmer's throne, returns from abroad not just as royalty, but as the future king of an underground empire no one dares speak of. When fate brings them back into the same city, only one of them knows the truth... And the other is standing too close to danger or destiny... to see it coming. In a city where crowns gleam and secrets rot, what happens when a forgotten bride crosses paths with her king... again?

Don't read out loud. There are eyes embedded in the walls. They're real. -• Where are rest of seven letters?

🌸✨ ❝ 𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒻𝓊𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝐻𝑒𝓇𝓈 ❞ ✨🌸 ᴮᵒᵒᵏ ᵀʰʳᵉᵉ ᵒᶠ ᴴᶦˢ ᴸᵒᵛᵉ ˢᵉʳᶦᵉˢ ❝ 𝓢𝓱𝓮'𝓼 𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮. 𝓗𝓮'𝓼 𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓵𝓵𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝔀𝓱𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓬𝓻𝓪𝓼𝓱-𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓪 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓸𝓼 𝓷𝓸 𝓻𝓾𝓵𝓮 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷. ❞ 💼 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐇𝐀 - 𝒯𝒽ℯ CEO 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝒹𝑜ℯ𝓈𝓃'𝓉 𝓈𝓅ℯ𝒶𝓀 𝓂𝓊𝒸𝒽... 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝓌𝒽ℯ𝓃 𝒽ℯ 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓇ℯ𝓈, 𝓉𝒽ℯ 𝓌ℴ𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓅𝓈. The youngest empire-builder in the country. A man of power, silence, and precision. But behind those calculated gazes and silent strength, lives a truth he never lets anyone see- His soul burns for Riya. He doesn't need to touch her to own her. 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓼𝓲𝓵𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓮 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓼 𝓵𝓸𝓾𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷 𝓶𝓮𝓷'𝓼 𝓬𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼. And when she smiles at someone else, something dark stirs inside him- Possession. Obsession. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭... 𝐲𝐞𝐭. ⚖️ 𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈 - 𝒯𝒽ℯ 𝓁𝒶𝓌𝓎ℯ𝓇 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝓈𝓂𝒾𝓁ℯ𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓈𝒶𝓇𝒸𝒶𝓈𝓂, 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒻𝒾𝓇ℯ, 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒻𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉𝓈 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓇𝓂. She's never needed anyone. Her tongue is sharp, her heels sharper. And when she first met Kartik... she expected another arrogant CEO to tame. But this one... He didn't flirt. He didn't try. He just watched. And that silence? It made her blood boil... and her heart skip. He wasn't supposed to get under her skin. But somehow, he carved himself into

#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.

•𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘• "यदा त्वं मम दृष्टे तदा कालो न हन्यते। जन्मान्तरे च त्वया सह अहं तिष्ठामि नित्यदा॥" 【𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.】 In the divine timeline of the Satya Yuga stood a kingdom that was once revered for its righteousness, harmony, and unshaken dharma. But now, its glory is buried due to a curse. A curse that is waiting for the divine power, that resides in a different timeline. When time and fate tried to bound love, the devotion was carried across eras by the warrior, who denied to bow down to prophecy. Read the story to know what happens when the cursed prince of the Satya Yuga, bound by duty and destiny, travels to the Kali Yuga to find his soulmate. Will he be able to break the curse or get lost in the wheel of time? Will he be able to survive in the era of moral decay? Or will he kneel before the evil forces of the Kali Yuga?

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 ,𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲.. 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ꧁༒𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈 × 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔༒꧂ 𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀: A bright, innocent girl with a heart full of laughter and eyes full of dreams. 𝔹𝕌𝕋 𝕆ℕ𝔼 ℕ𝕀𝔾ℍ𝕋....𝔼𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕕. Hᴇʀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ʜᴇʀ ᴛʀᴜsᴛ- sɴᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ ɪɴ ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜ. And the man standing beside her in the wedding mandap wasn't 𝕊𝕀𝔻𝔻ℍ𝔸ℝ𝕋- ℍ𝔼ℝ 𝔽𝕀𝔸ℕℂ𝔼. 𝐈𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐔 -- Her cousin's fiance. Cold, Arrogent. Mysterious. A man who didn't believe in love but still claimed her as his wife. ɴᴏᴡ ᴛʀᴀᴘᴘᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ɴᴇɪᴛʜᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ, SHRAVARI ғɪɴᴅs ʜᴇʀsᴇʟғ ᴛᴏʀɴ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʜᴇʀ ʙʀᴏᴋᴇɴ ᴘᴀsᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴀɴ ᴡʜᴏ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ʙᴇɢɪɴs ᴛᴏ sʜᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴡᴀʟʟ sʜᴇ ʙᴜɪʟᴅs ᴀʀᴏᴜɴᴅ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ~𝑊𝐼𝐿𝐿 𝑆𝐻𝑅𝐴𝑉𝐴𝑅𝐼 𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐺𝐼𝑉𝐸 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝑇𝐼𝑁𝑌 𝐹𝑂𝑅 𝑇𝐴𝐾𝐼𝑁𝐺 𝐴𝑊𝐴𝑌 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸𝐷...𝑂𝑅 𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝐿𝑂𝑆𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐻𝐸𝐴𝑅𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝑇𝐻𝐸 𝑀𝐴𝑁 𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝑁𝐸𝑉𝐸𝑅 𝑀𝐸𝐴𝑁𝑇 𝑇𝑂 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐸...??

"The gods split their souls. The fire will decide if they deserve to be whole." In the sacred kingdom of Avanti, Anvika is a vessel of light, her beauty matched only by her terrifying resolve. Bound by a nine-year vow of absolute silence, she is sent to the jagged peaks of the North to marry a man she has never met. She carries a golden thread at her throat-a tether to the divine that will blacken and choke her if she surrenders to the secrets of her heart. Rudraksh is the iron-fisted Prince of the ANANTHGIRI, a warrior whose skin is a canvas of scars and whose shoulder bears the burning mark of the Trident. He has spent his life fighting shadows, never expecting the greatest threat to his composure to be the silent woman who now walks his halls. A three-thousand-year-old curse dictates their lives: they are souls born to find each other, yet forbidden to touch. In the obsidian heart of the fortress, their proximity is a trial by fire. Every look is a transgression; every shared breath is a rebellion against the heavens. As a blood-red eclipse looms and ancient enemies gather at the gates, the Prince and the Priestess must face the ultimate pariksha. In a world where a single touch can ignite a cosmic catastrophe, they must prove that their devotion is stronger than their desire. The stars are watching. The shadows are hungry. And the Fire is the only witness.

He was born with power in his veins and sin on his name. Daksh Singh Raizada : the mafia's golden boy, biker by passion, playboy by reputation who is addicted to danger and obsessed with perfection especially the kind that hides behind paint and canvas. Miraya : an orphan who painted her pain in secret corners of the city, her art speaking louder than her voice ever could. When Daksh hunts the mysterious artist whose work haunts him, he never expects to find her. What begins as obsession turns into something far more dangerous. He takes her into his world - a world of speed, smoke, and secrets and she unknowingly, becomes his calm and his chaos. He teaches her to survive and she teaches him to feel but love was never part of the deal and in the end she might just be his undoing. His muse. His obsession. His Ruin.

#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.

[Love that crossed power and empires] "Is there any problem, begum?" I asked, placing the book aside, my voice neutral but alert. She swallowed. "I have given my consent," she said, so softly it barely carried, "You should get married to Inaayat Amira." For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My head snapped up. My ears sharpened, every muscle in my body going rigid. "Perdon me?" I said, rising to my feet. "Repeat that." I took a step toward her. Then another. She said nothing. Her gaze dropped to the floor, lashes trembling, as if words had suddenly betrayed her. A dry, humorless smile curved my lips. "Itni samajdar ho gayi," I said quietly, stopping in front of her, "ki apne sohar ke liye faisle karne lagi?" I lifted her chin between my index and middle finger. Her skin was warm. Too warm. She flinched at the contact. "Itni samajdar," I continued, my voice lowering, sharper now, "ki mujhe baantne ke liye bhi taiyaar ho gayi aap?" I forced her to look at me.