[On Hold] She didn't know where she was being sent. Her stepmother had told her it was just a job-cleaning, serving, nothing more. But when she stepped in his penthouse, a shiver crawled down her spine. Something wasn't right. The house was silent, dark and cold. The fragrance of something loomed something she couldn't name. Fear? Temptation? Fate? And then, she sees him. Vidyut Roy. Tall, handsome, and devastatingly powerful. A man whose name carries sins-one who is feared, despised (hated) and utterly ruthless. The world already hates him for what he did to his ex-wife, Avyah, for the way he destroyed her without remorse. He was never a hero, never a savior. He was a man who owned, who controlled, who consumed. Mira, on the other hand, is a walking, talking storm of emotions. The kind of girl who dramatically stares out of windows when it rains, narrating her own tragic backstory like she's in a movie. She picks fights with her own conscience, trips over flat surfaces and laughs at her own joke and never shuts up. She is a mess of contradictions wrapped in one stubborn, cute, innocent, dramatic package. But. She doesn't know, this is a cage. And he is already holding the key.

"𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘢 𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘛𝘢𝘳𝘢." *** She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. _____________ ______ Read the story to know more.

"So what's your decision?" Asked Viraj. "All you left me with one option and now asking what's my decision?" Said Shreya in a broken tone. "All you wanted was a doll who'll attend your family function and maintain your family status so you can be busy in your own life, fine I'll do .......but I curse you, you'll fall in love with someone whom you would want to play a real role in marriage, and you'll be ready to die for her but she'll not give a damn about your feelings like you're killing mine now" said Shreya while shouting at him at the last statement. "The day will come when you'll get to know the importance of marriage and it's rituals" replied Shreya in a low tone as all her energy is now faded away with tears spilling out of her eyes. "Fix a bet, because Viraj Singh Rathore doesn't fall in love and if I did, I'll kneel in front of you in the presence of everyone." Replied Viraj still in his arrogant tone, not feeling a bit of guilt about what he did. "You'll see the consequences of this deal marriage, Mr. Viraj Singh Rathore. You'll regret marrying me. You'll divorce me on your own will." Said Shreya looking directly into his eyes. "I already regret meeting you that day, I wish my parents had chosen someone better than a low life like you" VIRAJ SINGH RATHORE name that is enough to make someone pee in their pants as the power he holds can make someone regret their existence. He is arrogant, heartless, workaholic, aggressive, short-tempered, and many more. Also, he is the king of Udaipur and the present mafia lord of the underworld. SHREYA SINGH RATHORE name that was nothing without that surname in the eyes of the people. She belongs to a lower-class family but her life is full of dreams. Getting an opportunity to marry her daughter in a high-class family was all her parents wanted. But if they know that the man they are giving their daughter to is gonna leave a deep scar on her. WHAT WILL HAPPEN WHEN THEY WILL START LIVING TOGETHER?

#Book 1 of rathore's brother series The Rathore brothers rule the underworld with ruthless precision, commanding respect through fear and dominance. Their power is absolute, but their hearts remain locked in cold, impenetrable darkness. Bound by loyalty and blood, each brother brings a unique strength to their reign, making them an unstoppable force feared by them ------------------ She craved love, believing marriage would bring her the warmth she longed for, but her dreams shattered on her wedding night when reality proved colder than she could ever imagine. Who defends the queen when the king, her protector, becomes her persecutor? "Tumhare liye mere paas sirf nafrat, takleef, aur dard hai-aur.. kuch b nahi For him, she is his obsession; for her, he would paint the world in blood, ensuring no one ever dares to come between them. "My love for you will outlast time itself, an endless flame that burns beyond eternity." She never forgives, and he never forgets. When betrayal strikes, they turn into a storm of vengeance. "I will carry this hatred with me, even as my breath fades into the shadows" -------------------- The wives, once innocent, now face their beast-like husbands with quiet strength. Through patience and resilience, they learn to endure and tame the darkness, becoming stronger with each silent battle. The world may see them as fragile, but only they know the true battle fought behind closed doors-the battle between love and survival, between innocence and the beast. The truth of their hearts remains a mystery, hidden behind cold stares and unspoken words. ⚠️"This book is not for the soft-hearted. If you're looking for a gentle read, turn away now. For those brave enough to stay, welcome to a world of passion, pain, and untamed emotions. Proceed at your own risk." -------------------- "While many loves entwine in this story, the heart of it belongs to Meera and Yudhveer."

Crowned Heart Series Book One ∙✧∙ "BUT I DON'T FUCK LIARS AMOUR." "I AM NOT A LIAR-R." Her deranged sob reverberates through the hall, making my heart ache with agony. I hate her, I hate her... I chanted the words as a reminder, till they reached the deep part of my heart. "STOP." Her faint voice full of desperation trailed after me until I ran away from her, just like she did, 4 years ago. But instead of satisfaction, all I am feeling is pain. Why the hell I can't leave her, just like she did? WHY? She loves to lurk behind shadows. He is the connoisseur of the heed. AADIT PRATAP SINGH I should fantasise about the black silky hair wrapped around my fist while my cock thrust inside the girl I am getting married to but all I can think about are the wild curls spread on my sheets as I praise the little hellion who stole my sanity four years back. My wife. Or I would say, my runaway bride. I never get to see how beautiful she is, all I remember is her wild curls running to her waist. Maybe she was not real. But if she is, she better stay hidden because once I find her, there is no going back. She will pay for her mistakes and beg me to take and leave her at the same time. Keep running Amour and wish I never catch you. ANAYA is a surprise. And AADIT PRATAP SINGH hates surprises. "Sparks will rekindle, Distance will dwindle. Will the deranged hearts reckon themselves?" *(BLURB IS CONTINUED INSIDE... PLEASE GO TO BLURB AND READ TO GET TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE BOOK)

Top 1 in India [21/02/26] #Book 2 of Rathore's brother series ISHANI VIKRAM RAJPUT The wife of Vikram Rajput, Ishani is an innocent and kind-hearted young woman who hails from a humble middle-class family. Deprived of love and affection from her parents, she naively believed that marriage would bring her the warmth and care she always longed for. However, her dreams were shattered when she found herself in a toxic and abusive marriage. "Maa, please, I want to come home," she pleaded desperately. Her mother replied coldly, "Even if you die, don't come to our house-you are nothing but a burden to us." DEVANSH SINGH RATHORE Brother-in-law of Ishani and a single hot DAD,cold man and soft hearted only for his daughter(love) "A successful businessman and secretive mafia head, he exudes a calm aura that sends shivers down everyone's spine. After mysteriously leaving India five years ago, he returns with no explanation, a man full of secrets. He speaks only when necessary; his eyes do the rest, sending a chilling message with just one glance." Chlta firta BOMB both from looks and Nature ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ "Dedicated to all the girls who yearn for love, both soft and dangerous." ⚠️WARNING: This book contains mature content. there is a mention of abuse,suicide,rape,depression and murder(not by male lead) read only if you comfortable...

"I will marry her." a voice came loud and clear making everyone's eyes wide open. "Don't worry, Darling. You are safe with me." he said in his hoarse husky voice, grabbing her by her waist and pulling her towards him. Their chests collides. Her face flustered, her expressions showed her fear. Is she safe with him? Will he be different from the men she dealt with in her life in past? "Tum samajhti kyu nhi! Tumhare bina zindagi adhoori lagti hai! Har pal mere nazre sirf tumhe dhunti hai!" He said pinning her to the wall looking deep in her eyes with anger. She gasped. She never saw him that way, she was scared, her past running in front of her eyes. He realised what he had done. He let her go and hugged her tight, "I am so sorry, Darling.I love you." Hi Mate! It's Olivia here! My first ever wattpad novel. Hope you like it! If you do, don't forget to Vote and Comment! ★THIS IS MY OWN WORK SO PLEASE DON'T COPY. Love you❣

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."