This is the story of Pransh Rana and Pankhuri Grover. Pransh Rana - for whom marriage is nothing more than a compromise, and Pankhuri Grover - for whom marriage is the biggest dream of her life. Their story begins on the night of their wedding, where Pankhuri waits for Pransh the entire night... but he never comes. And when morning finally arrives, so does Pransh - but only to shatter Pankhuri's dreams with a harsh reality. What was the truth that broke Pankhuri completely? What will she do now? Will she be able to survive this marriage, or will their relationship end before it even begins?

On hold. On my wedding night, I waited behind a heavy bridal veil, my heart pounding with fear and uncertainty. The door closed, and he sat before me. Then his voice broke the silence-innocent, fragile. "Didi... aap ab se mere saath rahoge kya?" (Sister will you live with me now?) That moment shattered me. He wasn't my brother. He wasn't a relative's child. He was my husband. Aditya Singh Chaudhary. A handsome man of twenty-five... yet locked in the mind of a nine-year-old but with a truth that froze me to the core. They called him incomplete. They called him broken. But fate made him mine. And now, I must decide- am I only his caretaker only... or will I learn to be the wife of a man who never truly grew up? 🎀 𝒥𝒾𝓈 𝒟𝒾𝓃 🎀

Phool, a 17 year old girl whose brown eyes were filled with fear. On whose 5 feet tall, flawless milky body, she was wearing an orange colored Rajasthani Ghaghra Choli. It looked even more beautiful on her well-shaped and beautiful body. Her lips were light pink in color. Her light brown hair was long and thick. Which was braided in a long braid. She had small silver earrings in her ears and wore a nose pin. Her figure was well-shaped and had a milky complexion. Looking at her, it seemed as if she was a princess or an Apsara. And God had carved her with his own hands and sent her to earth. But perhaps God had forgotten to write her fate. She was a maid. _________________ She burnt Phool's hand and threw the iron away and holding Phool's jaw said angrily, "You will play tricks with me. Did you think that I will leave you just like that after burning my saree? I am only giving you a small reward for this mistake of mine. If you go to my in-laws house and make any mistake or even raise your eyes towards my Krit ji, I will burn this beautiful face of yours with acid. Kriti Thakur sa is only mine. He is only mine." _____________________ Kritvirya, The prince of Jodhpur and the future Hukum Sa is 32 years old. He is 6' 6" tall and has black eyes.He Is Handsome and most eligible bachelor of Rajasthan. He loves his only son the most in his life. _______________ His father said to him angrily, "The one you want to make your queen is a maid in this palace. "I can burn thousands of such palaces to make Phool my queen." Krit said without any fear.

Unki pehli mulaqat mein lafzon ki zarurat nahi thi , unki aankhon ne hi kissa likh diya. prem ka~ Previously known as his ardhangini-hind saga.

For 18 year old Tara, the desert had never been kind. It was a cruel master-one that took more than it ever gave, leaving behind stories etched in sand: tales of survival. Tara was one of those stories. Abandoned by fate. Forgotten by the world. Forgotten by *him*-the man she had loved with every thread of her being, for whom she would have become anything. He throwed her aside as if she had never belonged to him at all, as if her love had been nothing but dust in the wind. But that was two and a half years ago. Now, she had changed-and so had her heart. She wasn't that girl anymore. Or so she thought. Because he wasn't finished with her. And neither was the desert. •••••••• This story is intended for mature audiences. If you're uncomfortable with erotica or themes involving forced relationships, I recommend skipping this book. Age-gap. 🔞🔞

"NOT A STANDALONE" He broke her to protect her. She walked away to save herself. Roshini thought she had endured it all-the betrayal, the silence, the forced marriage. But nothing prepared her for Ishaan's confession before the OT monitor flatlined. Now, he's back... with pain in his eyes and "sorry" on his lips. But Roshini isn't the same girl who begged for answers. She's changed-colder, stronger, scarred. But fate isn't done with them yet. A shadow from the past is ready to strike again. The anonymous threat wasn't just a warning-it was personal. And when truth finally knocks... it doesn't come alone. It comes with choices, consequences, and a love that refuses to die quietly. Will Roshini forgive the man who shattered her heart? Or will fate write a new ending this time? --- Ishaan (weakly): "Every second without you felt like a punishment I deserved." Roshini (with tears but no softness): "And yet you thought I didn't deserve the truth?" She stood at the door, not stepping in. "You saved my life, Ishaan... and destroyed every reason I had to live it with you." --- The phone buzzed again. Unknown Number: "You didn't listen then. Maybe this time, she'll bleed for real." Roshini's fingers trembled as she held the phone. "This... this wasn't over?" Ishaan's face turned pale. "It never was," he whispered. "And the person behind it... is someone we both trusted." --- Roshini walked past him, but he caught her wrist. "Roshini... please," he whispered, his voice breaking. She turned, eyes stormy. "You asked me to trust you while you shattered me in silence. Don't ask for anything else, Ishaan. Not when I've already buried the version of me that loved you blindly." And yet, neither moved. Because the space between them still throbbed with unspoken love.

"Oh my God, Ishaan! You smoke? Mtlb Aapko lung cancer ho gaya kya?!" Ishaan clenched his jaw. "Roshini-" "Ab toh bas chemotherapy ka option bacha hai!" She dramatically wiped a fake tear. Ishaan groaned, unable to take it anymore. In one swift motion, he leaned forward, closing the space between them. Roshini's breath hitched. The playfulness in her eyes faded as she suddenly became aware of how close he was. His sharp features were just inches away, the warmth of his breath mingling with hers. Ishaan smirked, voice dangerously low. "Agar main cigarette peeta, toh tumhe ab tak uski smell nahi aa jati, Roshini?" Her lips parted slightly, but no words came out. He leaned in just a little more, enough to see her gulp nervously. Eyeing her up and down he said, "Aur waise bhi... mujhe addiction sirf ek hi cheez ki hai. Aur woh cigarette nahi hai." -------------- ISHAAN SINGH RAJAWAT - 27. The ruthless CEO the world fears. Handsome, arrogant, and dangerously charming. They call him the Devil-a man who walks through life with a heart sealed shut and a soul drenched in darkness. His love is a storm, his silence is louder than chaos. He's sweet only for those he calls family... and bitter to the rest of the world. ROSHINI MALHOTRA - 24. A firecracker wrapped in innocence. A middle-class girl with dreams too big for the world to handle. She's clumsy, outspoken, and unapologetically herself. A mess of emotions, laughter, and unpredictable charm. Her heart speaks louder than her mind-and trouble always seems to follow. He's darkness. She's light. He believes in control. She thrives in chaos. They were never meant to cross paths... but fate had other plans. Will love bloom in the shadows of pain? Or will destiny tear them apart before their story even begins? When fire meets ice-will it melt... or burn?

A sequel (more like epilogue) to Bawri Si. If the imagination isn't over, how could the story be? Following the same statement, here's the mature sweet-crisp follow up to Ajuni and Alex! Heads-up, It's a mature content!

𝗟𝗢𝗩𝗘 𝗢𝗙 𝗠𝗔𝗙𝗜𝗔 𝗦𝗢𝗧𝗧𝗢𝗖𝗔𝗣𝗢 - 𝗜𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗕𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗜𝗢𝗡𝗔𝗜𝗥𝗘 [𝟰𝟰 𝗖𝗵𝗽𝘁𝘀] 𝗔𝗔𝗗𝗥𝗜𝗧𝗜 𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗢𝗡, 𝟮𝟬 An Orphan Girl who just got graduated and works in the toy industry. An epitome of Goddess-like beauty that tempts men. Her tenacious nature is her asset and she never takes disrespect. Lastly, her life was deeply messed up with full of surprises, and when fate pushes her to move to Mumbai from Kerala, it gets more fatal. 𝗦𝗔𝗛𝗢𝗥 𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗔𝗩 𝗦𝗨𝗟𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗡, 𝟮𝟴 An Arrogant Billionaire who is always under the Spotlight. The Boss of Organ-Trafficking and The Ruler of Politics, without his authority nothing wiles in it. In one term, SOTTOCAPO. His cruelty doesn't know its bounds as even his family is scared of him. He bows down to no one but when she embarks on his life, like a slow-toxin, she became 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗔𝗮𝗱𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝘃𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗽𝗶𝘁𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀? 𝗪𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗦𝗮𝗵𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝗹𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗚𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿? 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝘀𝗵 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗵𝗶𝗱𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗛𝗶𝘀.

A royal Indian love Story + multi-couple 🍷😂👍🏼