"𝐇𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐣." "𝐖𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚, 𝐣𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚." She was a widow, he was a mad king. She lived in white, her days as hollow as the bangles she shattered at her husband's pyre. He lived in red, a force of chaos wrapped in flesh, his path painted in the blood of the fallen, his throne a pyre of the conquered. His enemies feared his madness. His allies feared his boredom. He did not rage to conquer-he raged to feel, to break the silence that clung to his soul like the ashes of his fallen foes. She wasn't just a bride, she was the prize, the possession he won in a war. He extended his hand, rough and scarred, the hand that had broken empires and crushed crowns. His voice was a low rumble, a whisper wrapped in steel. "Yeh haath ek shauk nahi... ek zimmedari hai. Thukra dengi toh bhi, zindagi bhar yeh haath kisi aur ke liye nahi badhega." She looked at the outstretched hand, the hand that had shattered kingdoms, and her lips curled in a bitter, ghostly smile. "Vidhva hai hum... Bhagwan bhi maaf nahi karenge." He stepped closer, the air between them thick with unspoken promises and dangerous desires, his jaw tightening, eyes darkening with a madness only she seemed capable of awakening. "Jab mard pe daag lagta hai, uski kamai se dhul jaata hai. Magar aurat par jo daag lagta hai, woh uske marne ke baad bhi zinda rehta hai." His fingers twitched, aching to trace the curve of her neck, to feel the pulse beneath her fragile skin, to break the distance between madness and defiance. "Aap mere liye sirf kamzori nahi, junoon hai," he murmured, his voice rough, the words a dark promise. "Aur junoon ke raaste mein aane wale log sirf ek hi anjaam paate hain-maut." And in that stolen breath, where white met red, where restraint clash

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞. 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐞𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞 - 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬.

"Let me get this straight," Danish's voice is sharp, his disbelief barely masked. "You want me to pretend to be in love with you?" Kiara tilts her head, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "No, Malhotra. I want you to pretend you never stopped." For as long as Kiara Oberoi could remember, life had been a race she was never allowed to lose. And standing in her way at every turn? Danish Malhotra. Her biggest rival. Her greatest weakness. The boy who knew exactly how to ruin her. They spent their years locked in battle-academic rankings, debate championships, internships, and scholarships-neither willing to give the other an inch. They fought in front of the whole world. They fought when no one was watching. And somewhere in between all those fights, between the sharp words and long stares- they fell. It started with a project that forced them together. Forced them to see past the rivalry, past the competition, past the carefully built walls. Forced them to face the fact that they understood each other in ways no one else ever had. They fought for years-until one night, she gave him everything. And the next day? She destroyed him. "I could never love someone who doesn't even know his own origins." And then, she left. No warnings. No explanations. Just silence. Now, she's back. Same fire. Same hunger. Same boy she left behind-only now, he's colder, crueler, untouchable. And this time, they aren't just academic rivals. They're business enemies. And she needs him to fake date her. She isn't leaving without him this time. She says it's to win a war. He knows it's to win him back. But some fires never die- And this time, they might burn for real.

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒔 ⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚ "𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧?" ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ★𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐡★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒔 ⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚ "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝,𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚" ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ★ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 ᥫ᭡ 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 ★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Start : 13.03.2024 End :

" 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐧, 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐢 " ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ★ 𝗬𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘁 ᥫ᭡ 𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗶 ★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Start : 04/Jan/2023 end : 16/June/2023

𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝐻𝐼𝑆-𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻, 𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸...𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐼𝑅𝐸 𝑂𝐿𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝑂𝑈𝐿⛓️

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝘃𝗶𝗰𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆, 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗳𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗱𝗼𝗺 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗰𝗮𝗴𝗲🖤

𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝖝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐦~ "𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐇𝐞𝐫~ "𝐈.. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭..... " Abhimaan Singh Rathore rules Rajasthan. As the king and CEO of ASR Corp Ltd, his name makes people tremble. Cross him once, and you pay a price nobody forgets. His enemies fear him. What belongs to him stays his. Always. Paridhi Gupta has lived her life in the shadows. Forgotten by busy parents, she grew up craving love and attention. Shy and quiet, she found escape in her paintings, creating worlds where she matters. Her brushes express the words she cannot say. When an arranged marriage brings these two together, their worlds collide. How will the neglected girl cope with life alongside the man who rules all he sees? What happens when the ruthless king becomes obsessed with someone who never learned to ask for anything at all? She offers softness to a man who knows only strength. He gives fierce protection to a woman who never realized she needed it. His eyes soften only for her. Her heart beats only for him. Together, they discover that some wounds heal best in the hands of another. Will the king who takes everything he wants finally learn to give? Will the woman who expects nothing finally learn to receive? Start: 06 July 2024 End: 20 March 2025

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧 ' 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 & 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 In a world that screams, I stand in despair, My voice drowned out, lost in the air. Chains of tradition tighten each day, I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay. Each breath I take feels heavy and torn, Every mistake a scar I've worn. I crave a sky where I can be free, Away from the walls that imprison me. For now, I sit with my heart in pain, Silent, yet screaming, again and again. Though shattered, a spark in me still survives, Dreaming of freedom where my soul can rise.