#Top 2 in India ( 29/7/2025 ) #Top 3 in India ( 02/8/2025 ) #Top 1 in India ( 04/8/2025 ) 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 : 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 "ᴺᴼᵀ ᴱⱽᴱᴿʸᴼᴺᴱ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴿᴱˢᴾᴱᶜᵀ, ᵀᴴᴱʸ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴴᴬᵀᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵁᴺᵂᴬᴺᵀᴱᴰ ᴾᴸᴬᶜᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴼᴾᴸᴱ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ ". ♱ 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢 ♱ " 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 " ⋆⋆⋆ ♱ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 ♱ " 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 " " ᴴᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱˢᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ" ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

˙⋆✮ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Bataiye, kon hai hum aapke?" she cried, broken. In two strides he reached her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around sharply, pulling her into his arms. His arms locked around her trembling body as if he'd never let her go. "Jaan ho tum meri," He whispered harshly against her hair, hugging her tighter as she wept into his chest. *************** Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn't stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn't care. Like her walking out of the door wasn't tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn't beg, if I didn't plead, I'd come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I've been living with that choice.

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?

BOOK ONE: FEROCIOUS LOVE CHRONICLES A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.

Book 1 of 'HIS' series ╰┈➤ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃˢ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ❦𝐀 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞❦ . 𝘼naya Sharma is a beautiful, down-to-earth, silent and innocent girl with her radiant looks and slender frame. She's a college student who has been battling alot of issues all her life. She lost her mother in a very young age and her father remarried. She lives with her father and stepmother who mistreat her. She's broken but strong enough to hide all her pain behind her beautiful smile, all she wants is love, care and respect but all she has is HOPE..the hope of receiving all this one day in her life. Although not everyone gets what they want but here comes our hero; 𝙍eyansh oberoi who has gotten everything he ever wanted in his life with just a snap of his fingers. A hotshot, workaholic, arrogant, confident and enthusiastic person and next heir of 'Oberoi enterprises' his all focus is on his work, He has everything that one only dreams of; good looks, fame, enormous wealth and power..he's the pride of his family. He may be rude to others but a loving and caring person to his loved ones These two are different persons with different personalities but what will happen when their life will take U-turn and these incompatible souls have to bind in an arranged marriage A guy who always gets what he wants will he accept the Bride, he doesn't want? Will Anaya ever get what she always hopes for or left broken again like before? Lets see how their life gonna turn out Get ready to ride this rollercoaster journey

#Top10 in India (9/7/2026) #Top5 in India (9/2/2026)-(4/7/2026) #Top4 in India (11/2/2026)-(10/5/2026) #Top3 in India (11/5/2026) ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Aarav. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love. ┈┈

"Can you do that Preet," Preet still in her place, looking at her with her shocked eyes, not believing her ears. "You are asking me to give up my right of becoming a mother," Preet murmures in a daze, still staring at the woman with no emotion whom she always considered her mother. "Never to carry m..my and Veer's child" her voice quivers a little in the middle due to the heaviness of the words she just utters from her lips. "How can you do this to Veer? You claim to love him, right?" she whispers and a single tear escaping from her eyes. "You take such a big step without telling or even informing me!! WHY??" Preet flinch badly and her whole body started shaking like a leave just by looking at the rage filled eyes of Veer. "You always want a baby of your own, right?Then why?? Huh..why did you suddenly take such a big decision why...Answer me, DAMN IT!!!" he shout angrily holding her forearms tightly and shook her fragile form. In his rage and pain, he didn't even notice her cry and her tears which are flowing like a waterfall. "V..eer" she again burst into cry unable to control her tears and the unbearable pain in her chest. He leave her with a jerk making her almost stumble on her feet but somehow she balances herself. "Fine, if this what make you happy then who am I to make choice for your body, fine, Damn FINE!!" He shouted, hurt and angry by her move and threw the first thing that comes in his hand against the wall which their picture. Preet covered her mouth with her trembling palm while sobbing looking at his condition. She never saw tears in her husband's eyes. She made her Veer cry. She is so cruel, she snatch his right of being a father. 'I never want this, Veer. No women want wants this. I am helpless. I am enforced, Veer' Preet Rajvansh and Veer Singh Rajvansh A perfect example of a match made in heaven. It is their story. The story of love, loyalty, greed, conspiracy and regret. The story of The Rajvansh Villa. (Not Edited)

✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯ She walks like royalty. He moves like a storm. She commands courtrooms with fire. He rules boardrooms in silence. She hides pain behind sharp words. He buries his behind calm eyes. She trusts no one. He lets no one close. She is rage wrapped in grace. He is restraint edged with danger. She used to laugh. He used to be the reason. . . . . RITIKA SINGH RATHORE Born into Rajasthan's most powerful royal family, Ritika is the pampered princess. But she is a Queen of her own world by strength and sheer will. A fierce lawyer feared in courtrooms, her silence is sharper than most screams. But behind that cold brilliance is a past steeped in blood and betrayal. She used to be the third-in-command of the Indian underworld, but now she doesn't even look at that direction. ADWAIT SINGHANIA A self-made billionaire forged by pain, Adwait rose from the ashes of a brutal past. He thinks like a strategist, moves like a soldier and trusts no one with his heart. He is only cheerful around his family and for others, he is nothing more than a silent storm. Once the second-in-command of India's deadliest crime syndicate, he has now cut ties with the crime world. Reason? No one knows. They were once each other's biggest supporter and secret keeper. Until one night shattered it all. Yet, years later, fate throws them together again. Not as friends. Not as enemies. But as two people bound by a past that refuses to die. Because the past isn't done with them yet. Enemies are watching. Alliances are shifting. And every heartbeat draws them deeper into a war they thought they had left behind. This isn't just a second chance. It's a collision course. This is not a love story, not yet. This is a battlefield and their hearts are the most dangerous weapons of all. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫

They say, when life gives you a second chance you should live it to the fullest but I never did. Being the eldest daughter of my family, I was bound with responsibility that I never asked for. And what did I get in return? Loneliness. Do I deserve it? A hundred percent yes. Life was bearable when I was in highschool, I fell in love with a man. He was completely different from me. He used to laugh more often unlike me, help everyone, and was the diamond of everyone's eye. He loved me a lot, making sure I was safe until one day I broke him, I broke him to an edge where I assume nothing could fix him. Heartbreak is what I gave him in return for his love, care and support. I thought Vihaan Suryawanshi would change after how badly I broke every part of his soul. To my surprise, he stayed the same-except for me. He showed me how cruel he can be for the girl he once loved unconditionally. And yes, I deserve every bit of it. I shattered his heart and now those shattered pieces are piercing my soul. V I H A A N I am trying my best to cope up with everything including my life. Smiling infront of my everyone so they don't ask me what's wrong with me. I did everything possible to keep my brain busy, one of the reasons why I had to shift to another state but what I didn't knew was an encounter with the past. The past I wanted to escape was standing in front of me. More bright. Beautiful. And with lack of emotions in her eyes. Aavya Rajawat was the woman I fell in love with. The only woman who had the guts to ruin me to destroy me to an extent where I gaveup on everything. And now when she is here, it's clear I am not letting her go. I might be a sunshine for everyone but for her, I'll be a nightmare dressed in day dream.