𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

Set in post-independence era ( between 1950-60s) Book 1 in Crimson Crown series In the lawless corners of rural India, power isn't passed down - it's snatched, soaked in blood, and sealed with fear. Two factions. One throne. A history written in ashes. What began as a village rivalry twisted into generational hatred - where a forgotten massacre still echoes in silence, and grudges are carried like weapons. Years later, a single act sets the balance ablaze again: the daughter of the village head is taken - not for lust, but to remind them who once ruled these lands. This is not a love story. This is a story of thrones stolen, pride wounded, and vengeance reborn from the dust of the dead. But amidst gunpowder and grudges, a bond dares to bloom - dangerous, defiant, and unforgivable. Because when love grows where hate was sown, it doesn't heal - it burns. When loyalty turns to war and history claws its way back, only one legacy will survive. ...

Gayatri is the only virgin of the Tridhara Palace's Royal Vaishyalay. She is a dedicated devotee of the enigmatic god Nivarth, the god who has taken birth as the prince of Tridhara Palace. Gayatri's life takes a dramatic turn when she catches the god's attention. What happens when the very deity she worships begins to defile her? Destined for a purpose greater than she can comprehend, Gayatri may hold the key to salvaging Nivarth, the god of winter, from himself. Will the god's dangerous allure consume her, or will her love change the mischievous god's ways?

█▓▒­░⡷⠂𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐑⠐⢾░▒▓█ In a world where power is both a gift and a curse, 𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓, the blazing son of the sun, was born to be the Gods' ultimate weapon. A warrior carved from divine fire, his arrogance led to his downfall-cursed, torn from his destiny, and separated from the only soul who ever truly belonged to him. But fate is relentless. He has returned, reborn, waiting for the moment he reclaims what was always his. 𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐘, the fire-born daughter of destiny, the queen who defied the gods. Life in Kaliyug threw her into hell, yet she rose, unyielding, a force that even the heavens could not tame. When she awakened to her true self, the world trembled at her feet. She is his salvation, his destruction, and the inferno that could consume everything in her wake. Their love is a battle written in flames, bound by devotion and shattered by fate. He was destined for another, but his soul belongs to her. And this time, he will burn the world to keep her by his side. "𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐨𝐝: 𝐑𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 & 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞" is a tale of unyielding obsession, where love defies even the will of gods. A war brews, and this time, he faces Mahadev himself. ★彡[ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ʙᴀᴛᴛʟᴇ ᴛ𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞]彡★ Riddhaan, reborn as a mortal, is more powerful than ever. But when he remembers who he truly is, he becomes an unstoppable force-a volcano ready to erupt. Anyone who dares to touch his Nitya will face his wrath. Because he breathes for her, and for her alone. Will their love blaze through etern

#𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 She was the quiet good girl with a sketchbook. He was the untouchable Ace of Blackvale. For years, Alaya Sen loved him in silence. He was her best friend's brother, Kaizer Vermaani, the campus racing god everyone feared and admired. Cold. Unreachable. Too wild to be tamed. To him, she was just the sweet girl next door. Until one day...she wasn't. One stolen glance. One unexpected moment. And suddenly, the girl he never noticed becomes the only one he can't stop looking at. But falling for her? It breaks every rule he's made for himself. And loving him? Might just ruin her perfectly crafted world. In a university ruled by the ruthless gods of the campus, secrets, and silent hearts-love was the only thing neither of them was prepared for. But sometimes, the most reckless thing you can do is love.

~𝐀𝐲𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 × 𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐧 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯~ "Why are you doing this?" I asked, my voice laced with desperation and hopelessness. His response was a callous, almost flippant remark: "You know the answer." With a careless flick of his wrist, he discarded the cigarette, grinding it beneath his shoe with a ruthless efficiency that seemed to mirror his treatment of me. As our eyes met, I felt a jolt of fear run through me. His voice dropped to a low, menacing tone, sending shivers down my spine. "Marry me, and I will spare every human life in this place," he growled, his words dripping with a sinister intent. He took a step closer, his eyes blazing with an unholy passion. "Or else, watch them die, and you will still be mine." The sheer ruthlessness of his words left me breathless, my eyes widening in horror and shock. I had never encountered a person as merciless and calculating as him. He had crossed every boundary, shattered every limit, and yet, he showed no remorse, no regret. In his own twisted worldview, he was willing to burn the entire world to ashes, just to make me his. The realization sent a chill coursing through my veins, leaving me frozen in terror, unsure of what lay ahead Ayesha~ "I love someone else" Ruslan~ "your love for some fucker can't be compared to my infinite obsession for you" 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬‼️ •𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 × 𝐕𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢 (𝐑𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐚𝐧 × 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚𝐧) •𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 •𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 •𝐊𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 •𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 •𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 •𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

"𝐇𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐨𝐥𝐥, 𝐖𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮." The town is obscure and so are the people living here. The malignant air of it calls to my insanity and in the thrill of enjoying this new enigmatic chaos I did something so reckless I can't undo now. Having the attention of the most malicious, full of void, and homicidal maniacs is an issue. A life threatening issue. 𝐀𝐫𝐲𝐱 𝐯𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐬. 𝐊𝐚𝐢 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐨. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐮𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐨𝐯. The spawns of Satan have decided to be the goddamn fuel in my ruination. Therefore, I, 𝐋𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧, will recite you a tale so forbidden yet erotic.. you would wish, a psycho must remain a fictional lover but never be reality. ༺❀༻

Heart series 3

I closed my eyes. *Tits. ahh, daddy. wet pussy. fuck me. moans. swollen lips. trembling thighs* I shot open my eyes. My dick-my lil champ-was hard again. Ahh, my breathing was heavy. I can't. She is my best friend's ex who left him. And he left because of her. But even after all this, by the evening, I was at the same club from last night, drinking whiskey. Just then, I saw her. She was wearing a black top and jeans with a hand-knitted wool jacket on. She looked cute. Even that made me hard. What the hell did you do to me, kitty? Then she approached me, grabbed the collar of my shirt, and said, "MARRY ME, MR. SINGHANIA!!" Then she kissed me.