𝐏𝐭.𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⋆₊˚༺𖦹❖𖦹༻ ˚₊⋆ Silence surrounded me, as if this place existed outside of time itself. No sound at all except for my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. A single step onto that path could mean death. I stood still at the threshold, my hands gripping the rough, weathered stone of the open doors. I didn't step forward. And then; A whisper. Low. Soft. Almost- 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. "प्रिया विक्रमेश्वरी... वे आप हमारे साथ आएगी ना? विक्रमात्मिका, मेरा समिक्षा |" ("Beloved Vikrameshwari [Vikram's Queen/ Vikram's Goddess].... won't you come with me? Vikramātmikā [Vikram's soul/essence/embodiment], My Samiksha.") The voice slid through the air, curling around my name with an unsettling familiarity. It was neither a demand nor a question. It simply... was. My heart pounded. My breath caught. Who was it? I turned my head sharply to the right. No one. Swallowing, I turned to the left; And there he stood. A figure, towering at least a feet above me. Gazing at me with those unreadable-Amber eyes. I gasped. And then I woke up. Gasping. Soaked in sweat. As if I had truly been there; lived it, breathed it, barely survived it. "Samiksha...", A voice - real - behind me. I turned. Vikram Rao Nandan. My alliance husband. Sat there... eyes the same amber, but this time they burned like the ones in my dream. Before I could speak, he did. And his voice was different. Final. Like a verdict. "You and I are always meant to be, my beloved. Even if I have to hunt you down from the ends of the world... even from the depths of darkness itself. We belong together. 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 & 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚- 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳."

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬-𝐄-𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐚: 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴... ˚ ༘♡🪕🪞˚ ❀ "𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐞𝐧. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐬, 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐤." In the soulful lanes of Banaras, where every ghat has a story and every silence holds a song, she arrives - Meher, a girl with dusky skin, haunting eyes, and a heart stitched together after too many storms. Her past isn't a story she shares - it lingers in her silences, in the way she flinches at tenderness, and the way she guards her smile like a secret. He is Revaan - a reclusive writer known by a pen name '𝐀𝐤𝐬', whose words touch thousands but who himself stays untouched by love. Until he sees her. A fleeting glance near the ghats turns into endless observation, and soon, words pour from his soul that are meant only for her - healing poems and love letters left anonymously in places only she visits. When circumstances tie them together in a marriage of convenience, she's unaware that the man she's living with is the very voice she's fallen for - the poet who gave her hope on her darkest nights. Started: 20th July 2025 Ended:

"𝑻𝒖𝒋𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓" __________________________________________________________________ "ek army officers se pyaar karne mein daar nahi lagta"he said, looking at her,with a smile waiting for her to answer him "payr main daar ki koi jagah nahi hoti,woh haar daar se ubhar deti hai" she said, looking into his honey eyes. ★★★★ "Toh, you like me?" he asked, bending down to her level, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Her eyes, heavy with sleep and the haze of too many drinks, tried to focus on his face. Everything around her was a blur - except him. "Hai!!! Like kya hota hai, I pyaar you, vaibhav" she mumbled, her voice soft and slurred. ★★★ Anirudh was an army officer through and through. Serving the nation wasn't just his duty - it was his only purpose. He lived by rules, followed time like a shadow, and believed in action more than words. Discipline was in his blood, Smart, calculated, and always two steps ahead ,Feelings? They had no place in his world. His heart beat for the uniform, and nothing else. Titli Khurana-true to her name-was like a butterfly, wild and free. A soul not meant to be caged, yet when she chose someone, her love would be deep, loyal, and endless. Since childhood, she had only one dream: to marry a man in uniform. And fate, in its quiet magic, made it even sweeter-the boy she had secretly loved for years had grown up to wear that very uniform. Vaibhav Khurana had always believed that love was an art-and he was never good at art. So, he stayed away from it,. But then came RIRIKA-the girl with almond-shaped eyes and a laugh that could light up silence. She didn't just walk into his life; she quietly slipped into the cracks he thought were sealed. Still, he reminded himself not to feel. She wasn't just his sister's best friend-she was the younger sister of his best friend too. And tha

˙⋆✮ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Bataiye, kon hai hum aapke?" she cried, broken. In two strides he reached her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around sharply, pulling her into his arms. His arms locked around her trembling body as if he'd never let her go. "Jaan ho tum meri," He whispered harshly against her hair, hugging her tighter as she wept into his chest. *************** Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn't stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn't care. Like her walking out of the door wasn't tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn't beg, if I didn't plead, I'd come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I've been living with that choice.

He ruined her life. Now she's wearing his last name. One reckless night. One shattered body. One forced marriage. Captain Aryan Rathore was days away from marrying the love of his life until a crash made him the villain in someone else's story. Avni Parmar was a fire on stage. Now, she's a prisoner in his mansion... and his bed. She wants revenge. He wants redemption. But desire doesn't follow rules. Mrs. Rathore is a sizzling, enemies-to-lovers romance filled with betrayal, obsession, and a love that shouldn't exist but refuses to die.

𝓐𝓻𝔂𝓪 𝔁 𝓐𝓷𝓼𝓱 Arya A broken soul who doesn't have a family and a heart which can hold love due to past trauma. Ansh Singhania A person who didn't find love in his life as he didn't consider it important. But then destiny played it's game and they met each other. Will Ansh be able to heal Arya's broken heart? Will she be able to love him? Why is she so afraid of getting married? Will she ever find her family?

What will happen when her brother comes to him and asks him to marry his sister making him shocked ...... RAKSHIT NAYAK :- 31 years old, Devote of mahakal ,CEO of Nayak enterprises , man of few words , have seen many things in his life but still he was standing tall with a smile , don't have a blood related family of his own , but love his friends who is more than a family and their family is like his own , Never into girls as he was always focused on his work ISHITA RAWAT :- 24 years old young beautiful girl with a dusky skin tone , works as a interior designer in nayak enterprises, sweet but also knows how to give some equal attitude like the other person, only have her elder brother in her family as her parents died long back , love her brother more than world or anything as her brother is her everything and she can do anything her brother say to her without even thinking for another second ✨ He saw her for the first time and she took his heart at one go by her nature & beauty....she saw him for the first time and she knew he is something , he is different...how will they proceed together in this journey SHIVANGI RATHORE:- 25 years old , beautiful girl . The Heart of her family especially her both brothers. Started working as a fashion designer just sometimes ago. Never had any friends or boyfriend due to her Little conservative nature The main lead opposite to shivangi will be revealed after their first conversation 🫣 Coming soon (In June 2025) 💗

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #3 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Ahana Rajput appears to have it all. Wealth, love, and a picture perfect family. Known for her radiant smile and her role as the biggest cheerleader for the love stories around her, she is the life of every party. But beneath her glowing exterior lies a world of secrets, a past she can't escape, and a future clouded with uncertainty. When she is thrust into an unexpected arranged marriage, her carefully constructed life begins to unravel. Yuvraj Singhania, the ruthless "ice king" of the business world, is a man of few words and fewer emotions. Scarred by a painful past, he's built walls around his heart, detaching himself from everything. Yet, there's one thing Yuvraj cannot control. His growing obsession with Ahana. What begins as a cold, calculated alliance soon turns into a clash of wills. Is their marriage just another business deal, or could it become something far more powerful? As their worlds collide, buried secrets begin to surface. Secrets that bind them in ways neither of them could have anticipated. Lies threaten to tear them apart, but love might just offer them a chance at redemption. Two broken souls. One fateful bond. Will they overcome their haunting pasts, or will their secrets destroy them before love has a chance to bloom? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

SECOND STORY IN THE RAJVANSH SERIES Samar X Yagyhavi One wrong letter that led two people to reach to their right destination! _________________________________________ From my childhood, I have always heard stories about a prince charming who would come and change my life completely. But I never though that my prince charming would also be my darkest nightmare. I am Yagyhavi Roy, and this is my story. Join me on this intense journey of our love, a love so strong that its flames might burn us both. ***** TROPES: • Slow Burn Romance • Love x Hate Relationship • Suspense, Past, Action, Hidden indetities • Strong FMC x Calm but Possessive MMC This story contains mature scenes!!