Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

"𝙃𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙝𝙪𝙨𝙗𝙖𝙣𝙙, 𝙄 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙩." My hand stilled on his chest as my eyes met his. The bandage was forgotten on my hands. "𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙗𝙚 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙖𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚. 𝙄'𝙙 𝙩𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜." My breath-hitched in a way I couldn't think of anything else. Except him. "𝙄 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙚. 𝘼𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙚 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙖𝙧𝙢-" His words went off as I placed my palm on his mouth and averted my tear filled gaze from his. A moment later, his hand reached out to touch my chin as he gently tilted my head back-to meet the grey eyes of his. I felt the softness of his thumb on my cheeks as he wiped my falling tears. _ Adrik Vasiliev, an Italian Mafia, whose life takes an unexpected turn when he had to come to India to hide from Italian police after a betrayal. _ She was caged, He unknowingly brought her freedom. She was sensitive, He never raised his voice at her. She had dreams, He made sure all of them came true. _ No forced proximity. Proud wife moments. Encouraging and supportive ML He falls first ✨ and harder _ TROPES Slow burn. Mafia romance. Morally grey Male lead (till the end of the book) Desi x videshi Italian x Indian Two SIDED YEARNING Only daughter x Eldest son On his knees for her. Comedy [Rom-com] Revenge Love without expectation 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑

Either he will became my ............. Or I will... His... And if not..then ... Our end ...is....death... Because which was broken and fall...! Was part of me ... At ...one ...time ! Because I was one who made him.. And one who destroy him. It was story of girl who accidentally entered in her own novel call desire and Destroy. Unfortunately her face resembles the girl who was once the love interest of her villan she created. As the story begans she released every plot she write was moving in opposite directions from the actually she wrote. - FormMr. Villain, and His Author ⚠️- story contain intense crime sence , may some sexual sence or may have many topic from which many readers are not comfortable so please. Read it on your risk .

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

Maine kaha tha na... ki main lautunga. Aur jab main lautunga, toh tumhari is napaak basti ki raakh par mera Tandav hoga! (I told you... I would return. And when I do, I will dance the Tandav of destruction upon the ashes of this unholy city!) Twenty-two years ago, the Raghuvanshi lineage committed a sin that the desert sands could never bury. To save their kingdom from a perceived curse, they shackled their own first-born-an eleven-year-old boy with bloodshot eyes and a heart full of fire-and cast him into the darkness. To the world, he was a Kalank (a stain). To his father, he was a monster. To the records, he was dead. Present Day: The Raghuvanshi Haveli is bathed in gold. The "Golden Heir," Aryaman Raghuvanshi, is set to marry the ethereal Nandini Suryavanshi. It is a union of power, politics, and a desperate attempt to erase the past. But as the Haldi ceremony begins, the omens turn violent. The sacred turmeric burns Nandini's skin, and the air grows heavy with the scent of an impending storm. While the city celebrates, a shadow has landed. He doesn't come for a crown, and he doesn't come for an apology. He comes to reclaim the debt written in his own blood. Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is back. He is the ghost they couldn't kill, the demon they couldn't cage, and now... he is the groom they never saw coming. As the wedding bells begin to toll, the line between love and revenge blurs. Nandini is the prize in a war she didn't start, caught between a "Prince" who is running for his life and a "Monster" who has finally come home to claim his bride. "Ishq kalank hai, aashiq kalank hai... aur ab, barbaadi hi is mohabbat ka shagun hai." (lover is a stain... and now, ruin is the sacred omen of this love)

Radhya Chowdhary - a girl whose name could touch Everest, yet whose feet remain humbly grounded. Born into a middle-class family, she never dreamed of flying beyond the skies; instead, she dreamt of walking the earth with grace. She's not just her father's little princess, but her mother's fierce queen. To her brother, she's the prettiest annoyance wrapped in unconditional love. Her strength lies in her dance - a rhythm that echoes even in the darkest nights and fiercest storms, an art she inherited from her mother. Behind her bright smile are secrets the world will never see, yet she carries them with gratitude, embracing every blessing from her deity. Telugu, her mother tongue, becomes her fierce weapon - a language reserved for playful scoldings and the occasional sharp retort. Far away from Radhya's sunlit world lives a soul drowning in shadows. Krishansh Pratap Singh - heir of a royal bloodline, yet belonging nowhere. The son of Naina and Vipul Pratap Singh, his life turned cold the day his mother and step father died saving their master's family. The court handed him over to his biological father's house, but love never followed him there. To them, he was not a son - he was a stain, a reminder of shame they could never erase, sheltered under their roof only because of his mother's inheritance. Except for a few loyal cousins, love eluded him. Time sculpted him into stone, hardened him into ice. Alone, he carved his own kingdom - a mafia empire standing tall without anyone's help. His friends became his fortress, his family of choice amidst betrayal. Yet even in this empire, one name still sparked fire in his veins - Arvi Srivastav. The girl he once adored, once teased, once admired with every playful pinch of her angry, red nose. But in his eyes, she became the reason his world shattered; the reason his parents never returned. He loved her once. Now, he only burns with hate. Or so he believes.

⚠️ 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐚, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐞. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ 𝕽𝖊𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙 ✍ 𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒋𝒖𝒅𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒅'𝒔 𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍, 𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒖𝒂𝒍 𝒈𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒕𝒉 - 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒖𝒔 𝒈𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉. 𝑺𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒎 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅. ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ She was never anyone's first choice. Never the one they longed for, never the name whispered in love, never the heart someone ached for. She was just 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞- a replacement, a temporary fix for someone else's absence. When things went wrong, when mistakes needed a scapegoat, the blame always found its way to her. It didn't matter if she deserved it. It never did. And then, 𝐡𝐞 happened. He didn't see her as a substitute. He didn't compare her to ghosts of the past. He loved her- 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 her- like she was the only one who had ever mattered. He hel

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...?? #2 in top 10 across the India- 11.03.2026 #1- 12/13.03.2026

how it feels when someone accused you for the crime which you didn't even committed and how will you feel when someone will support even though when everyone is against you Her tamed beast is the story of respect, care and loyalty. mature content ahead