𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢:𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐢 | 18+ Book 1 of "ONLY FOR HER" series Description: 1900s. Royal traditions. Untamed emotions. And a love written by fate. Vikrant Singh Rajput the youngest and most feared Sarpanch of Rawatgarh. A man bound by dharma, driven by power, and feared by all. But beneath his stoic exterior lies a heart that beats for only one Nayantara Rawat. She's innocent, yet unafraid. Graceful, yet defiant. A girl of strong values and a tongue that doesn't fear truth a rare flame in a time ruled by silence. She never imagined her fate would tie her to a man like him by rituals, revenge, and rivaaz. He claims her as his Ardhangini, not just in name, but in soul. And once claimed by the Sarpanch of Rawatgarh, there is no escape. What begins as a sacred bond slowly spirals into a tale of obsession, devotion, and the kind of love that scorches through lifetimes. Tropes :~ •Royal Indian Setting •1900s • Powerful Sarpanch × Innocent but Bold Heroine • Age Gap Romance • Arrange marriage • Possessive Alpha Male • Dark Desi Romance • Soft for Her • Devotion × Obsession • Protectiveness × Respect • Innocence meets Intensity Warning: This book contains mature themes, adult content, and emotionally intense scenes rooted in cultural and traditional elements. Recommended for 18+ readers only. Reader discretion advised. MOST IMPRESSIVE RANKING #1900s 1st out of 1.5k #vintage 2nd out of 14k #interesting 1st out if 27.7k #violence 4th out if 8.9k #soft 1st out of 15k #sexy 1st out of 83k

"My heart was a canvas, blank and unaware, until the day I met her. Her eyes were the paintbrush that stroked the colors of love, laughter, and adventure. With every moment we shared, a new shade of beauty was added to my life's masterpiece. Her touch ignited a fire that melted my fears, and her smile lit up the sky. I found my home, my safe haven, my forever love. She is the poetry that makes my heart sing, the music that makes my soul dance, and the love that makes my life a work of art." "He walked into my life like a storm, shaking the foundations of my soul. His eyes were the lightning that illuminated the darkness, revealing a love so pure and true. His strong arms were the shelter from the tempest, holding me close and keeping me safe. His gentle touch was the sunshine that warmed my heart, and his loving words were the rain that nourished my spirit. With every breath, I fell deeper into the ocean of his love, drowning in the depths of his kindness, humor, and strength. He is the anchor that holds me steady, the compass that guides me true, and the love that makes my heart whole #6 in top 10 #4 in top 10 ( 25 / 03/ 26 )

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐡𝐞 Battle 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬' ೃ⁀➷" what is wrong loving a devil as long the devil love you the way he loves hell ' Beneath the polished halls of an elite university, a storm brews, its fury waiting to explode. Rivalries smolder, secrets rot in the dark, and power is the blood-soaked prize everyone will kill for. Secrets are the currency they trade, and power is the blood that keeps them alive. At the heart of it all stands Aisha Sharma fierce, unpredictable, and a force that no one sees coming. With a past steeped in darkness and a soul carved by betrayal, she is more than just a player in this deadly game. She is the storm they never anticipated. In a world where the students are heirs to empires, power-hungry and ruthless, manipulation is second nature, and trust is a currency too expensive to afford. Everyone plays a role, hides a secret, and sharpens their knives in the dark. Yet none of them are prepared for what Aisha brings to the table, a force that can shatter their carefully built facades and ignite chaos like they've never known. But what they don't know is that the true threat is lurking just beyond their grasp. The Dead Squad twisted survivors of a cruel and horrific past have returned. Their vengeance is sharp, their fury unquenchable, and they will stop at nothing to burn everything to the ground. And above them all, an ancient, ruthless organization, built on manipulation and fear, pulls the strings from the shadows, as its monstrous creations break free to hunt those they once called their own. And survival? It demands more than strength, it demands a sacrifice that no one can escape. In this ruthless battle for the throne, where betrayal cuts deeper than any blade and power is the most dangerous prize who will outwit, outlast, and rise from the shadows to claim victory in a game where survival itself is a deadly gamble?

The Ruthless Dynasty "Betrayed. Exiled. Reborn in blood and fire." Meera Malhotra was once a bright, innocent girl-until her own family sent her away, accused of a crime she didn't commit. Left to fend for herself in a cruel world, she didn't just survive-she became a legend. Now, she is Meera Rathore, the hidden queen of the underworld, a self-made billionaire, and the most feared woman in the mafia world. But when she returns to India for business, she crosses paths with Shravik Singh Rathore-the ruthless and powerful Mafia King of India. A man as cold and dangerous as she is. He sees through her walls, matching her dominance with his own. Where others fear her, he challenges her. What happens when two rulers collide-bound by fire, revenge, and undeniable passion? Will their power struggle destroy them, or will they surrender to a love as dangerous as their pasts? ⚠️ A story of vengeance, passion, and two untouchable souls destined to burn the world for each other.

Once, she was the sunshine of her home. Now, she is the shadow the world fears. Meera Malhotra - twenty-three, billionaire, untouchable, and colder than the ice in her veins. To the world, Nemesis Empire is a faceless phantom. To those who dare whisper in the dark, it is perfection, discipline, and death. What no one knows... is that Nemesis has a Queen. Sharp-eyed, ruthless, and wrapped in secrets, Meera walks with venom at her wrist and claws at her feet. Serviper, her venomous python, hisses only for her. Phoenix, her black panther, kills at her command. And she? She rules an empire built on silence and fear. But every empire has cracks. And when fate drags her back to the country she once swore she'd never call home again, the ghosts of her past are waiting. Brothers who betrayed her. A family that abandoned her. Enemies who never saw her coming. India thinks it knows its kings. But the real storm is a Queen. This is not a love story. This is a story of power, betrayal, and a woman who returned not to beg for acceptance- but to conquer. She was broken once. Never again.

They performed her last rites. While she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies - they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal - but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

Giving birth is not a crime-but society makes sure it feels like one the moment a woman delivers a daughter instead of a son. The moment she gives birth to daughters instead of "at least one boy," her worth is dragged through the dirt and questioned, as if she alone is responsible for fate itself. In such a society, a woman is reduced to a single role: to satisfy her husband and function like a machine meant only to produce children, preferably male heirs. Love, respect, and dignity become conditional-tied not to who she is, but to what she can produce. And when her womb gives the "wrong" result, she is blamed, shamed, and broken piece by piece. A girl is treated like a burden; no matter how strong, brilliant, or worthy she is, she is never enough simply because she is not born with XY chromosomes. Meanwhile, a boy is glorified as the one destined to rule the world, to carry forward the family name, and to embody pride and power. And so, a woman is punished for something that was never her fault-condemned not by biology, but by the cruelty of society.

I pulled the covers off my legs and tried to stand up. My attempt of standing up failed. But I tried again. I was so dizzy I fell against the nightstand, successfully catching Dante's attention. - Go back to sleep pet. He sternly stated. - I don't want to sleep with you watching me. - Can't you see I'm not even paying attention to you. He said not even making eye contact. - I don't care your mere presence is still annoying. I tried to stand again and I was finally able to stand on my feet. I looked up at the ceiling and whispered a thank you, for not embarrassing myself by falling down again. I made my way to the bathroom but my legs gave up on me half way through. I internally slapped myself and groaned. I fell down supporting my upper bodys weight with my shaking hands. I heard him sigh and saw him stand up. - Why can't you just listen to me once? He asked crouching down to my level. - I already told you why. He traced my lips with his thumb and held my chin up making me gaze into his dark eyes. - If you want to get up so badly, then you have ten minutes to shower and change. I want you outside all done. If you don't finish in 10 minutes, I'll drag you out of the shower and you'll be facing my father and the others naked. ~contains mature content Started: - Finished: 27/ 8/ 2021 Please do not copy, rewrite or re-upload!!! This story is a work of my mind. Sorry if it's simillar to some other story. I didn't get inspiration from any movie or book it just popped in my head. Also this is NOT a TVD or a Twilight fanfic. Thank you for understanding:) RANKING 2021/07/4 #1ST IN HORROR #1ST IN ADVENTURE-ROMAMCE #1ST IN VAMPIRE ROMANCE RANKING 2021/ 06/ 20 #1ST IN ADVENTURE-ROMANCE #1ST IN VAMPIREBROTHERS #140TH IN DARKROMANCE #70TH IN HUMANGIRL #15TH IN ROMANCE #3rd IN HORROR #16TH IN VAMPIREROMANCE #395 IN DARK Ranking 2021/06/16 #1ST IN VAMPIREBROTHERS #1ST IN ADVENTURE-ROMANCE #21ST IN INNOCENTGIRL #76TH IN FANTASY-ROMAMCE

She was hired to clean his home, not unravel his heart.Dante lives in a world of violence, power, and control. Amore doesn't belong there-but neither does her softness.Still, something about her quiet defiance draws him in.Secrets fester, danger looms, and love becomes the riskiest game. As enemies close in, desire turns dead. ••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• His teeth graze my jawline as he growls low in his throat. "Beg prettier." "Please, Dante... I need it. I want you to make me cum...please." My voice cracks, desperate now. Finally, he chuckles, a dark, dangerous sound that sends heat pooling low in my belly. "Good girl." Without warning, he lets my legs drop from around his waist. I barely have time to catch my breath before his hands grip my thighs, spreading them wide as he drops to his knees in front of me. "Keep those pretty legs open." He commands, his tone leaving no room for argument. Then his mouth is on me. I gasp, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue flicks over my clit, sending shockwaves through my body. He groans against me, the vibrations making my knees threaten to buckle. "Oh-fuck... yes." I moan, my hips rocking instinctively. His hands grip my thighs tighter, keeping me pinned against the wall as he devours me like a man starved. His tongue moves with devastating precision, switching between slow, teasing licks and fast, relentless strokes that make my head spin. "Such a mess already." He growls against me. "You taste so fucking good." My fingers tug at his hair, my body trembling as I feel the orgasm building fast and hard. "Dante, I'm gonna-" "Not yet." he said, pulling back just enough to blow cool air on my throbbing clit. "I'll tell you when you're allowed." "Please, I'm so close..." I whimper, hips rolling. "You'll wait." His tongue dives back in, and this time, he doesn't hold back. The pace is brutal, unrelenting.

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!!