˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

"Kill me or marry me." I said, lifting my chin, trying not to show any kind of fear in my tone. "You know that I can't kill you." He spoke after a good moment of silence. "Then marry me." I again said. I can't believe that I am doing this. I was literally convincing my biggest enemy to marry me at any cost. "And why would I marry you?" He asked in a sarcastic way. "Because you are responsible for my miserable state." I said. "So you want me to marry you out of compensation?" He asked. "Yes," I said, because I have to marry him. "You will regret it." He said it in a dangerous tone, and I gulped. "We will see." I challenged, and I felt him scoffing. "You will receive the invitation and the date of the wedding soon. Be ready for me to ruin the rest of your life." He said and walked out of the room. I kept standing there, gathering all the courage I have. ********* Maitreyi Kanwar, the forbidden princess of Rajgarh, seeking to take revenge for her family's death. She was a weak soul from her childhood, being a neglected daughter. But after losing everything in the war against Udaipur, she decides to be brave and take revenge on the prince of Udaipur. "I will show him what it feels like to lose one's whole family." ******** Pradhuman Singh Shekhawat, the prince of Udaipur, a dangerous soul in the mask of an innocent man. He hated one thing in his whole life, Rajgarh. Now that he killed both the princes of Rajgarh, he felt relieved. But suddenly the princess, who was hidden from the whole world, called him and asked him to marry her. "She herself asked for her life to be messed up, and I will surely fulfil her wish." The biggest irony? Her name is Maitreyi, which means friendship, and her intentions are completely opposite. But it wasn't like that from the beginning. BOOK #2 IN THE HISTORICAL SERIES, CAN BE READ SEPARATELY.

QUEENS OF CHOAS SERIES PREQUEL!!! Once upon a time, a girl was sent away. No trial. No second chance. Just a story everyone believed because it was easier that way. Five years later, she comes back. This is the part where, in a Disney movie, she'd forgive everyone, hug her family, and learn the power of love. Instead, Gianna De Santis learns how to break bones, keep secrets, and survive rooms that were never meant to be safe. The family expects a villain. The kingdom expects obedience. And some Princes are not always charming . There are no fairy godmothers here. Only men with power, women with knives, and lies that refuse to stay buried. And while everyone's busy wondering if Gianna is still dangerous- They forget to ask the real question: What happens when the girl they tried to erase comes back sharper... and finally decides to stop being nice? Because this isn't a Disney movie. And the girl who survived the tower doesn't believe in happily ever after- She believes in consequences.

𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒅𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝘍𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴... 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦: 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘷𝘪 𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴-𝘵𝘰-𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘴𝘢𝘨𝘢. She's stubborn, always has been actually. Doesn't take things seriously unless she wants to. Chaos? Yeah, that never really bothered her. But there was one thing she always kept her distance from . It was the world her father used to be a part of, and she had seen enough to know just how dangerous it was. The world where loyalty and betrayal walk side by side , where people live knowing tomorrow isn't promised. *Ahem* But babygirl still walked into the same world she once hated. Just to ruin him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Him isn't just any man. He's is the one whose name alone is enough to make people sweat, a man who lives and dies for brotherhood. After all, he's Haryanvi, and everyone knows a Haryanvi isn't truly a Haryanvi if loyalty for his brothers doesn't run in his blood. But his loyalty goes even deeper for that one man. And for him, he would destroy anyone. Even the girl he was once obsessed with. Note ☞⁠￣⁠ᴥ⁠￣⁠☞ English is not my first language so ignore mistakes Translation of haryanvi dialogues are available.

"You can't do this to me; my marriage is already fixed," she stated. He pulled her harshly and ordered, "Never refuses me; you can't even imagine what I can do or not." He went near her ear and said, "Get ready for our marriage. I am giving you two days" and kissed her earlobe. This is Randheer Yaduvanshi, heir of the most powerful family of UP. He is 32 years old, unmarried, and the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh. But his picture with a girl in an intimate position resulted in terror for his chair, and a politician can go to any extent to maintain his power and position. That's why he declared that "We are husband and wife, married last year, and we did not disclose it due to security concerns as my wife is not from a political family. Hope people will not deteriorate a sacred marriage, a bond made before God." It is a retribution story of power hunger entangled with love.

One moment, the air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the roar of a collapsing empire. Princess Aradhyanshi had stood her ground, twin daggers flashing, until the cold bite of steel pierced her back-a traitor's gift. She had welcomed the darkness, expecting the silence of the ancestors. Instead, she woke up gasping for air, her lungs burning not with smoke, but with the frigid water of the modern world. The transition was a blur of neon lights and sterile hospital walls. She was no longer a commander of legions- she was Aaradhya Rathore, a girl whose life had been as quiet as a whisper until she "drowned." Aradhyanshi adapted with a warrior's precision. She learned to navigate the "glass bricks" they called phones and the strange, fast-moving carriages of the city. Some memories of her past life began to fray at the edges-but her instincts remained razor-sharp. She convinced herself this was a gift. A second chance to live without a blade at her throat. That delusion shattered on her first day at the elite Oberoi University. Vikramaditya...or ..Vikrant Oberoi? Her breath hitched, her pulse hammering a war drum against her ribs. She had traveled through time and death to escape her fate, only to find her greatest enemy waiting for her in the one place she thought she was safe. He didn't look away. His gaze locked onto hers, dark and unreadable, as if he had been counting the days until she arrived.

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? One moment, she's watching the story on a screen. Next, she's living inside it, trapped in the role of the villainess destined for ruin. To survive, should she follow the original story...? She'll have to find out for herself. But slowly, things start changing. Scenes unfold differently. Feelings deepen where they were never meant to. And the man who was never supposed to choose her... begins rewriting fate with her. The story drifts further from its ending. The war comes. Secrets surface. Love blooms where it was never meant to. When the story concludes, will she survive the fate written for the villain... or leave her mark on destiny forever?

Book 1 of - From Ashes to amber series He hates her-beyond reason, beyond logic. So deeply that even he doesn't remember when it began... or why She is everything he never wanted to look at, never wanted to feel, never wanted to accept. She is his sister's best friend-the girl who grew up in his house like a shadow, quiet yet unignorable, familiar yet untouchable. To her, he was always a random girl just his sister's bestfriend, distant, cold, unreachable. To him, she was just... there. Until the day his world shattered. He was supposed to marry the woman he loved-the woman he had chosen, trusted, dreamed with. But on the eve of the wedding, she ran away, leaving behind humiliation, whispers, and a family on the brink of disgrace. To save honor. To stop society's claws. To silence shame. The family made a decision. And the girl he hated the girl who never asked for him, never loved him, never stood in his dreams became his unwanted bride. Bound by rituals. Chained by duty. Married without consent. He gives her cold words, sharp silences, and a hatred so heavy it bruises her soul She accepts it quietly, because somewhere between fear and loyalty, she know This marriage is not about love It's about survival. But when hatred lives under the same roof... it starts revealing truths neither of them are ready to face until it blooms

"If I hate something, would you hate that too?" she murmurs, eyes lifting to his like she's asking for a vow. Alonzo doesn't even blink. "Abso-fùćking-lutely. I wouldn't just hate it- I'd destroy it." She exhales, a tiny shaky breath. "And if I love something... you'd love that too?" His jaw flexes. "Depends." "Would you love it for me, Alonzo?" she repeats. "...I can try," he whispers, like it's the closest thing to surrender he's ever given anyone. "I love you, Alonzo." ◇◇◇ We all have heard the stories of mentors and students. Of knowledge passed down, discipline shaping ambition. But what happens when the mentor is more than what he appears to be? He is Alonzo Accardi, the youngest managing partner of Accardi Law Firm. Brilliant, Cynical, Unreadable. In boardrooms contracts are signed under his name, some written in ink, some in silence and some in blood. She is Iraanya Kashyap, sent to his mansion to prepare for her Law exam under his guidance. She thrives on feral curiosity and pure recklessness. And yet, in her defiance, she finds herself entangled in codes she isn't aware of, written on paper and power. She is not only a student. He is not only a tutor. This is not only a lesson. And many questions are yet to be answered. Together they step in a world where knowledge is not innocent, where lessons leave scars and where every answer only sharpens the question. 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐚