° 𝗔 𝗥𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 ° "You're my sister's best friend. That's the only reason you're still breathing." -𝙑𝙮𝙤𝙢 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙫𝙞𝙧 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙙 "And you're my best friend's brother- not my king." -𝙍𝙚𝙫𝙖 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖 ♬♩♪♩　　♩♪♩♬ When Reva a fierce and outspoken girl from Delhi, visits the royal Devgarh estate for the summer, she expects quiet luxury, palace aesthetics, and girl time with her best friend-Reet Rathod daughter of the royal house. What she doesn't expect? Vyom Shaanvir Rathod. The eldest son. The heir. The one who disappeared from the public eye years ago now a cold, brutal, dangerously powerful man who runs the underground side of Devgarh like a king no one talks about. He doesn't follow rules. He makes them. And Reva? She's everything he should stay away from loud, opinionated, wild-hearted, and not the kind of girl who bows. But the moment she enters his palace, laughing with Reet, walking barefoot on the marble floor, mocking his silence-he knows. He wants her. Not because she's royal. Not despite being a commoner. But because she's off-limits-and he's never wanted anything more. The only girl he should never want. But the one he can't stop craving. ♬♩♪♩　　♩♪♩♬ Do not copy!!!🥰

Demons aren't born, They are made... The Rathores, One of the most powerful and influential family of the whole world. Rulers of Rajasthan and known for their ruthlessness. Each member of the family is a criminal, Hearts stone, Souls black and Hand tainted with blood. They care for no one but their family. Will Someone Change Their Hearts Will Someone Give Them Peace Will Someone Give Them Love Veer Singh Rathore, The name itself brings shiver to people's soul. A King of Rajasthan and the Mafia king of the world. The most ruthless and unforgiving person ever. Calm and silent from the outside but fire from the inside. Doesn't know and do love and think it is the most ridiculous thing ever because of a past. No one messes with his family. Will Someone Open His Heart Will Someone Teach Him Love Will Someone Help Him Overcome His Past Pari Gayatri Chauhan, Her name itself represents her, angel, angelic, innocent, sensitive, elegant,beauty and super cute. Princess of her family, Baby of her father and brothers, is the only girl of her house, lost her mother at a early age because of cancer Dancing and singing is what she loves but does it secretly, loves reading books and helping others. Is scared of outside men because of something that happened to her in the past. Will Someone Protect Her Will Someone Give Her Love That Her Heart wants Will Someone Finally Understand Her Fears What Happens When The Chauhans Decides To Marry Her To The Rathores To Protect Her What Happens When Pari Realise That She's The Only Girl In Her In Laws Too What Happens When She Realises That These Men Are Broken Bryond What Happens to Her Fear Of Men Will Love Bloosom Or Hate Find Out In THE ROYAL DEVILS PEACE Book Cover done by @Adshajira

#trending 1 on 17-10-25 (#book-2 of PAKHI ) PROLOGUE :- I've seen the love that burned its own home to ashes. I've seen him drown himself in alcohol-not for pleasure, not for addiction-but to escape her. To blur the edges of the memories that refused to fade. Her presence haunts him like a ghost he can't outrun. And his heart... I've seen it clench, tremble, shatter. Over and over again. I was there when he fell to his knees for her. I've witnessed every single change in him-because of her. She didn't just love a monster... she changed him. She turned the devil into a man. And yet- She left. Left him with nothing but misunderstandings and silence. And now, their lives have once again dived into the same ocean they once tried to swim across together- An ocean full of hate, betrayal, ruthlessness. New entries are coming-people who will twist their fate. Old secrets are still buried, hidden faces moving the pieces behind the destruction I'm standing in the middle of. He once burned a country when he said he hated her. And she? She stood still. Took everything he threw at her. The pain. The humiliation. The disrespect. Like she was born to carry it. But just think. Just think for a moment. Just for a fucking moment- What happens... when they love each other again? What happens when the misunderstandings clear, when the pain turns to passion, when the hate turns into something softer, deeper, dangerous? What happens when he claims her again? If hate made him burn the world- What the hell will love make him do?

"Main aapse pyaar nhi karta or nahi kabhi zindagi me kar sakta, ye shaadi mere liye kuch nhi hai" These were the first words from him after the marriage which broke her heart completely. She cried all night not because of the marriage-because of his hate towards her. ------ •×Troopsו Multi couples Princess × King Heart surgeon × King Soft romance with dark glimpses Forbidden love Arrange marriage Changed bride Revange Replacement Second chance Second mother Touch her and die She fell first and harder Slow-burn Traditions וWarningsו Violence Abuses Mature scene 18+ Murder/suicides Alcohol consumption Note: It based on pure imagination of @authorr_naina aka me Start: End:

Aira Verma, 19. Soft-hearted, quiet, and used to surviving in silence. Life never handed her comfort-only responsibilities. When she moves into the opulent Rathore Mansion with her mother, who works there as a maid, Aira begins helping too-never expecting her life to shift. But then comes an unexpected offer-a place at one of the most elite colleges in the city. A new beginning. Or so she thinks. Rihaan Rathore, 22. Feared. Desired. Untouchable. With a heart colder than ice and a reputation darker than sin, Rihaan doesn't do attachments-and he's never taken interest in any girl. Ever. The heir to a ruthless empire, he controls everything... until her. The maid's daughter. The girl with quiet defiance in her eyes and softness in her soul that makes him burn. They weren't meant to collide. A maid's daughter and a billionaire's heir-forbidden, impossible. But when Aira enters his college and his world, lines blur and limits shatter. Because once Rihaan lays eyes on her, there's no going back. She becomes his obsession. His addiction. His madness. And he'll tear the world apart just to keep her- even if it means breaking her in the process She fell first. He fell harder and harder. And now she belongs to him. ✦ Tropes: ▫️Maid × Billionaire heir ▫️She fell first and he fell hardest ▫️Rich bad boy × poor girl ▫️College romance ▫️Possessive / obsessive male lead ▫️Forced proximity (same house) ▫️Innocent girl × emotionally damaged boy ▫️Dark, steamy, emotional love ▫️Forbidden romance ▫️"No one touches her but me" energy ▫️Touch her and die

"𝗝𝗶𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗶𝗻 𝗻𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗿𝗮𝗮𝗿 𝗵𝗼, 𝗻𝗮 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻.... 𝘄𝗼𝗵 𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗵𝗶 𝗸𝘆𝗮? 𝗬𝗲𝗵 𝗸𝗮𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶 𝗻𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗳 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗴𝗶, 𝗯𝗮𝗹𝗸𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗻 𝗸𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝘀𝗹𝗲 𝗯𝗵𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗵𝗲𝗴𝗶- 𝗲𝗸 𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗯𝗮𝗮𝘁 𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗮𝘁𝗵, 𝗷𝗼 𝗻𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗵𝗸𝗮𝗿 𝗯𝗵𝗶 𝗱𝗶𝗹𝗼𝗻 𝗽𝗮𝗿 𝗿𝗮𝗮𝗷 𝗸𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗶" Silvercrest Academy is ruled by The Sovereigns-the untouchable, the powerful, the elite. They own the halls, control the rules, and crush anyone who dares to challenge them. But when four outsiders step into their world, an unstoppable war begins. Among them is Amrita Singh-brilliant, kind, and fearless for her own good. She never wanted trouble, but trouble found her in the form of Abhimaan Rathore-the cold, untouchable and dangerously irresistible He was supposed to break her. She was supposed to bow down. But what happens when hate turns into something far more dangerous? Because power plays and cruel games are easy... but resisting the pull of an enemy who sets your soul on fire? That's impossible. __________________________________________________________________________________ Amrita:"Tumhe mujhse kya chahiye, Abhimaan?" Abhimaan: (leaning in, voice deep and possessive) "Tumhari har hasi, har aansu, har saans... sab kuch. Tumse kam pe manzoor nahi hai." __________________________________________________________________________________ And in a school where loyalty is a weapon and love is the ultimate weakness-who will win, and who will fall? To know more, dive into the story🎀✨ Tropes:- Enemies to lovers Multiple couples Rivalry turned obsession Slow burn tension Forbidden Romance

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 : 𝐊𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 ╰┈➤𝑬𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊 𝑹𝒂𝒐 𝑿 𝒀𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒉𝒂𝒏 ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── What happens when Elakshi Rao India's most top-tier supermodel is suddenly bound in marriage to the youngest heir of the Vardhan dynasty... Yashveer Vardhan a powerful business tycoon and a ruthless mafia prince? Sounds twisted, right? Especially when she was promised to the elder Vardhan brother Abhimaan Vardhan the one she was supposed to walk down the aisle with. The Vardhan's the most influential and feared family ruling the political world with an iron fist do not make mistakes. They make moves. So how did destiny shuffle its cards so mercilessly that Elakshi ended up marrying Yashveer instead of Abhimaan? A single contract. A binding signature. And now she belongs to the most cold-blooded psychopath the Vardhan family has ever created. Mature Content Ahead!!! Read at your discretion!!!

Destroy Me. ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ "You like that?" Kit whispered. "You like it when I stroke your little clit?" I whimpered, shifting against Alistair who held me down. "Be nice, Kit," Jason said. "She's new to this." Kit just crawled up and pressed his lips to mine. "What do you say, baby? Should I be nice?" "Please..." I begged. "Please, what, princess?" "Ruin me," I begged, "destroy me." "Oh, honey," Raven leaned forward. "We've already started." ➿⭐︎➿⭐︎➿ Emma Rivers had noticed something odd back in October, five men who'd been following her around. but it wasn't until winter when they came out of the shadows. They played with her, teased her, left around little keepsakes... tormenting her. Kidnapping her. Five stalkers, five psychopaths... five lustful monsters. They might've been playful now, but it wouldn't have been long before the drove to destroy her.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆ This story is not standalone. It is based on a character from another story. It's about a girl who has been overshadowed by her sister's beauty but has managed to keep herself from turning bitter. She has suffered enough-now it's time for her to find happiness. The first book is Khushi: His Lawless Love.

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"