I stood there, trembling slightly, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. The world around us seemed to blur, leaving only him - his presence, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing. My voice came out barely a whisper, fragile, almost breaking under the weight of my longing. "Kya mein tumhare seene par sar rakh kar aakhri baar tumhari dhadkan sun sakti hu?" (Can I... can I rest my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat... one last time?) I asked, each word soaked in fear and desperation. I felt as if if I spoke any louder, the fragile moment would shatter into pieces. Mihir looked at me then. He didn't speak immediately. He just held my gaze, his eyes searching mine as if trying to memorize every fragment of me, every silent plea in my soul. And then, in that gentle, quiet tone that cut deeper than any scream, he said, "Tumne agar meri dhadkan aakhri baar sun li toh tumhari dhadkan humesha ke liye ruk jaayegi." (If you hear my heartbeat one last time... your heartbeat will stop forever). The words sank into me like ice, freezing everything inside me, yet setting my heart ablaze in a strange, unbearable ache. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't pull away. Somehow, I wanted to feel him, wanted to feel the warmth of his chest beneath my head, even if it meant risking everything. ----------- What will happen if, with just one glance at someone, a person's life changes? How did that one look make that person fall to their knees in prostration? Will she be able to forget that single gaze that made her a prisoner forever? Was that meeting of eyes the will of the God, or just a lesson for her?

𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒋𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. 𝑰𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒊𝒕? ── .✦ To get his family off his back, Zayn Arzhel, born with a silver spoon, cloaked with diamonds, dominance, danger and a hint of violence all wrapped up beautifully in a ribbon of magnetism, agrees to marry the girl his grandfather handpicked. Where Azara Sheikh, a walking seduction and every man's living dream with long dark hair and devilish brown eyes, a girl who's had the world dancing on her little finger tips ever since she was born, agrees to marry for the sake of her only parent's happiness. It's an arrange marriage between two of the most powerful and wealthiest families in both India and England. But is that all? Just an arrange marriage? When secrets bleed into silk sheets, and past scars resurface behind perfect smiles in their world of red carpets and gold trophies, Is it still just a marriage? Or is it the beginning of war? Book #1 in the "Thorns of Patrimony" series - a Desi dark romance full of power, pain, and love that hurts too good to leave. ---

"The world isn't a dreamland. The world shouldn't be called pure paradise, it's pure evil. And no one here takes the right decisions. But I do. The world deserves to be cleaned from bastards like them. And I don't regret doing what I did. It's the right thing to do, and we both know it." The way he stared deep into my soul, made me shiver and tremble. This isn't him, the man I know. The moment I saw all those things, I couldn't believe myself. How could he? It's pure evil, a disaster that needs to come to an end. I shouldn't do it, but I have to. I have to end this madness. No matter what. I see them taking him away from me, as he looks at me one last time before smiling, then saying. "I'll come back just for you. You better run when I do."

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 From high school politics to running a nation, she's always been a master of manipulation, using her wit and tactics to navigate the dark world of power. Unbeknownst to her, someone has been watching-ruthless ruler who despises politicians. When their worlds finally collide, a dangerous game of manipulation and strategy begins. Will she outsmart him, or will he claim victory in their battle for control? Or will they let their guards down for the first time? 𝗔𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗕𝗮𝗶𝗴 𝘅 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘀

𝔊𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 !!!

She was married before she understood what marriage meant. He forgot before he learned what love truly is. Pakhi, a sharp-witted girl from Jaisalmer, returns to her hometown after years of living like the past never happened. No one remembers the childhood wedding that tied her to a boy with royal blood Rudraansh Rathore, heir to Jaisalmer's throne, returns from abroad not just as royalty, but as the future king of an underground empire no one dares speak of. When fate brings them back into the same city, only one of them knows the truth... And the other is standing too close to danger or destiny... to see it coming. In a city where crowns gleam and secrets rot, what happens when a forgotten bride crosses paths with her king... again?

#top 1 : 24.06.2025 #top 9 : 13.07.2025 First book in the desire series❤️ Anirudh Navya Rajvansh She is my peace Navya Anirudh Rajvansh He is my home #Anivya♥️✨ "You think you can avoid me, Jaan?" Anirudh's voice was low, husky, and dripping with possessiveness. "You think you can just ignore me and walk away?" His lips grazed her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I don't think you understand, my love. You're mine. Every inch of you, every breath you take, every beat of your heart... it's all mine." Anirudh's hands roamed her body, claiming her as his own, squeezing her breast hard. "And when you avoid me, it makes me want to claim you even more. It makes me want to mark you, to brand you as mine, so everyone knows that you belong to me." "Ahhhhhhh Vansh" Navya moaned due to his roughness and possessiveness. His teeth nipped at her neck, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "You're mine, Mrs.Navya Anirudh Rajvansh. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you only with me". Started on : 14.03.2025 Ended on : 26.05.2025 ******************************** Check with the story to know more about them ✨

⋆𐔌𝐑𝐇𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐌𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ~ 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤.ᐟ ₊ ꒱ For those who love, ❝she wanted to be someone's khawaish and not someone's need... unknown of the fact she was his everything❞ Kind of trope. ★ ────── · · ⋆.𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝓼𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓪 -A simple middle-class girl, with a heart as pure as chasni and a tongue sharp as a scissor. She believed she had failed in everything she ever tried-whether it was friendship, being the perfect student, the ideal daughter, or winning the love of her crush. At just an 11th grader, she was already earning for her family by teaching younger kids. Balancing studies, responsibilities, and her own silent battles wasn't easy, yet she kept fighting. She was a - "Chahun mai ya na" girl. 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ ───── 𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝓞𝓫𝓮𝓻𝓸𝓲 ˙⋆. -Everyone saw him as nothing more than a rich, spoiled kid. But beneath those expensive jackets and that mask of a teasing smile, he carried scars he believed would never heal. What he craved wasn't wealth or admiration, but something far simpler - attention and love, feelings he had never truly known. He didn't long to be loved; he longed to feel loved. He was a - "tu jane na" boy. ⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣⌣ ‧₊˚✧ She didn't buy her important biology notes cause she wanted to gift him something he can treasure forever on their last day. Unknown of how he didn't sleep for two months so that he can write all the notes for her, knowing how she never took things bought from someone else's money. "tumhe to sitare pasand nahi the..." she said teasingly, while sitting beside him. "tumse nahi mila tha kabhi" He replied staring in her eyes, hoping to see her smile she did.

Safiya Shah has built her life on justice - fierce in the courtroom, fearless in the face of power. She never imagined her next battle would be with Zaviyar Khan, the cold, commanding Nawab of Azamgarh. Raised worlds apart yet tied by a hidden history, they are connected by a bond neither of them understands - and a darkness only Zaviyar remembers. When a family emergency brings Safiya back to Azamgarh, old secrets stir. Attending Zaviyar's grand wedding, Safiya watches in shock as his fiancée flees, leaving disgrace behind. But even greater shock awaits: a revelation that their late grandfather's dying wish was to see Zaviyar and Safiya married. For Zaviyar, it's the perfect storm. Behind his calm facade burns a deep hatred - a need for revenge for a tragedy Safiya doesn't even know her family caused. For Safiya, it's a battle of heart and honor - drawn to a man who wants nothing more than to see her broken. As promises are made under ancient vows, love and hatred collide. In a world where loyalty demands sacrifice, can a marriage built on vengeance survive the truth?

⋆.𐙚 ̊ His Quiet Obsession: "ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪɴ- ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ" ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── When "̶I̶ ̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶ ̶r̶u̶l̶e̶s̶.̶"̶ type of girl meets ̶"̶A̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶...̶ ̶r̶e̶w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶.̶"̶ type of man!!! ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── ★| Amaira Gupta - resident chaos supplier, unofficial princess of her family, and professional "I-want-it-so-I-get-it" kind of girl. She's a walking playlist of Taylor Swift songs, a binge-watching K-drama addict, and the kind of bubbly sunshine that somehow manages to trip over flat ground but still look adorable doing it. She's a hopeless romantic, the kind who dreams with her head in the clouds, heart in her sleeve, and diary full of dramatic what-if scenarios. Somewhere between all the laughter, the pouts, and the twirls in her floral dresses... she unknowingly lost her heart to a pair of ocean-blue eyes. ☕ ★| Shivansh - the kind of man silence belongs to. He's already the disciplined, composed owner of his own company, the sort who keeps his suits pressed, his schedule tighter than his smile, and his life free from chaos... or at least, that's what he thought. Grumpy to the core, allergic to noise and mess, and carrying a past dark enough to keep most people at arm's length - he never imagined the girl with hazel-brown eyes, the one who barged in like a hurricane, would become the exception. He tried to run from her, from the warmth she brought, but destiny doesn't exactly care about his carefully drawn lines. ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── ♡ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕃𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕏 ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕤♡