" 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧." 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 Cold-blooded. Calculated. Cruel. The sole heir of the Ranawat empire-its mafia throne and global business crown. Born of royalty, raised in ruin. A man who commands with silence and kills with precision. His name is whispered like a warning, feared across borders and boardrooms alike. Emotions? He buried them with the ashes of his past. And love? That's a wound he refuses to bleed from again. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 Soft-hearted. Spiritually anchored. A girl from Prayagraj who prays at dawn and smiles at strangers. A devotee of Mahadev, raised by rituals and silences, She believes in the sacred over the selfish, And love? For her, it's not a thrill. It's a form of worship. She lives by faith. He lives for vengeance. He was forged in fury. She was shaped by surrender. He builds empires from fear. She believes in saving legacies with compassion. He doesn't kneel before gods. She lives in their shadow. But when fate threads their paths in red, not for love-but for a promise neither of them made... Will blood and prayer bind them-or destroy them? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. ✅ Tropes & Themes - Mafia × Sunshine - Arranged/Forced Marriage - Enemies to aching lovers - Divine narration (Mahadev-Parvati perspective) - Poetic tragedy, power, and softness - Rebirth, revenge & redemption - Devotion meets destruction Book 1 of Revenge Series (Can be read as standalone)

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

I had warned him. My husband was working with his friend's sister to renovate her grandparents' home and get it ready to sell. She was taking more and more of his time, leaving me alone more and more. I had warned him. So on the day I realized my husband was having an emotional affair with this woman was the day I was done with him. I had warned him. And he didn't listen. But he's listening now. Now, when it's too late. He's promising to make it right, to win me back, to not stop until I've forgiven him and we're back together. I've assured him that's not happening. I had warned him. Now he was warning me: I'm going to make this right and I won't stop until you're mine again.

Book 2 in Crimson Crown series Pratha Touch. Claim. Defy. He wasn't born to follow rules. He was the kind of man who made them - and then broke them, just to see who'd dare stop him. In a world built on rituals and fear, Shamsher Dev Thakur roared like a lion. Defeating, yet never bowed. He wasn't from her village. He wasn't part of their traditions. But he was the only man who looked her in the eye... and didn't flinch. She was barely a whisper - a young girl, full of laughter one moment and wrapped in white the next. A bride one day. A widow the next. Left to rot in a corner, forgotten by fate, punished by a world that decided she had lived too much already. But he saw her. She was just... sitting. Still. Staring into nothing. It broke the heart of the man like him. But he made the most dangerous decision of his life: To go against a village that wasn't his. To claim a girl the world had already declared untouchable. To marry her. Not out of love. Not yet. But out of pure, ruthless defiance. This is not a love story. This is the beginning of a war. One man. One girl. And an entire society trying to tear them apart.

Can I have a sister, please? Why do you want a sister? Because I am done with you all. In a house ruled by men and generations without a daughter, the Malhotra family finally gets what they have longed for - a girl. Meet Amaira Aaryan Malhotra, the only daughter, the family's princess, and the reason chaos now lives under one roof. Dive in to see how one girl turns an entire family upside down. Ranked as #1--- out of 3.33K books on Wattpad ✨ ( On 24 December 2025, within only three days of Posting🎀) •••1K reads ,within only four days of Posting 💞 (On 25 December,2025) •••13K reads completed 🌊 (On 8 January,2026)

He was her husband... But in his heart, there wasn't even a corner that belonged to Arunima. To the world, they looked like the perfect couple. Inside, they were falling apart-quietly, painfully. Arunima kept searching for a home in his arms... while Aastik drowned himself in the scent of another woman. But one night, Arunima's silence shook something deep inside him- forcing Aastik to face the truth of the marriage he had been running from. Can love return to a place it once abandoned? Or is this marriage nothing but a mask slowly breaking both of them? This is a story of hurt, longing, misunderstandings, and a love that refuses to die even after it breaks. If you love intense marriage drama, emotional betrayal, and slow-burn romance, this story is for you.

Sophie believed love was simple, predictable, and safe - until Lucas, her fiancé - the man she had trusted with her heart, started drifting away. Between glittering galas, family pressures, and the return of an old flame, Sophie found herself sidelined from her own life - and even her own wedding. Lucas thought love could survive on desire and loyalty alone. But when Sophie disappears, leaving behind a silence that shatters his world, he realizes the truth: love must be earned every day, with honesty and presence. In the months that follow, both are tested, changed, and haunted by what they lost - until a single, impossible moment offers a chance at redemption. Can love survive the fractures of betrayal and reclaim the hearts it almost lost?

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1 𝙤𝙛 "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨" 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨! 𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆-𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆, 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗽𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮 has always been the girl who blends into the background. A shy, soft-spoken 19-year-old from a modest family, she has spent her life believing that love-grand, passionate, all-consuming love-is meant for someone else. Not her. On the other hand, 𝗔𝘃𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗮 is a man who stands out in every room. A charming, confident 24-year-old pilot born into privilege, he's spent his life soaring through the skies, seeking excitement in every adventure. But beneath the easy smiles and playful flirtations, he's searching for something real, something that anchors him. When a single swipe on a dating app throws them into each other's orbit, neither expects the connection to be anything more than a fleeting spark. Yet, as their late-night conversations turn into something deeper, as stolen glances grow into unspoken confessions, they begin to unravel each other's hearts in ways they never saw coming. But love isn't just about butterflies-it's about weathering the storm. As doubts and differences arise, will Shivanya see her own worth, and can Avyansh prove his feelings are real?