"His blush told the truth." "She adored every shade or him." ☆☆☆☆☆☆ Aarohi had one condition, she wasn't getting married anytime soon. That was until she saw his photo. One glance at the breathtakingly handsome Vivaan Mehta, and she shamelessly agreed to the arranged marriage, convinced she had hit the jackpot... until she met him. Quiet. Expressionless. Intimidating. Everyone believed Vivaan was a cold, unapproachable man, and Aarohi prepared herself for a lifetime of awkward silence. But after the wedding, she uncovered a secret no one expected. He wasn't cold. He was just painfully shy. A husband who blushed at compliments, stumbled over his words, found comfort in cooking and caring for his loved ones, and hid his gentle heart behind a silent face. And Aarohi? Well... teasing her adorable husband quickly became her favorite hobby. A playful wife. A timid husband. A love story where softness isn't weakness, and the quietest heart loves the loudest.

The whole cricketing world knew that they both are family friends. But Ella, Nelson and the word 'friend' doesn't fit in the same sentence. They hated each other. Since Childhood. They grew up together, practised together, fought each other, taunted each other and then finally seperated ways with them becoming the captain of their respective teams. Forced to face each other once in every year on an annual family dinner, they didn't realise that just another simple family dinner on just another normal day could change a lot. No one can unite them until destiny decides to take matters into its own hands. Cause when destiny wants to unite two hearts...it won't stop at any cost. __________________________________________________ This time, he again took a step forward and when I decided to move back, my back hit the wall and he caged me in between his arms. "Kiss me." "Wha-what?!" "Kiss me Ella." "Why on earth would I ever kiss you?!" "Cause I can't get you out of my fucking mind!" ___________________________________________________ The detailed description is inside. (In case you are wondering why the hell there's a hashtag next to the title, numbering it...go read my bio.)

Tortured. Broken. Mute. That's all Lyana was when I tore her from the clutches of a brutal trafficking ring. To her, I was a saviour-the only one she could cling to, the only one she trusted to keep her safe. And when she refused to return to the family who had abandoned her, fate left us with only one choice: marriage. But the truth is, I was never a saviour. My hands are stained, my soul far from clean. Yet if my wife insists on seeing me as her protector...then I will be. For her. And only her.

(Can be read as a standalone.) I was a hopeless romantic from a young age but when I watched my father strike a deal with his friend in the most desperate of times, all my dreams came shattering down. My fate was sealed with just a few words. My future wife decided. For the next eighteen years, while our parents waited for her to grow up, I spent my time strategising to break off the deal and cursing her for being a thorn in my dreams. But you can't just refuse a mafia princess especially when the deal has already been done and dusted. Feisty, talkative, pizza lover, spoiled. A complete opposite of me. I had a clear line of reasons as to why I despised her then why did I end up losing my heart to her?

(Can be read as a standalone.) My parents are hell bent on getting me married, convinced that a wife will magically "fix" me. As a mafia leader, idle talks and constant affection makes no sense to me. Never had and never will. Thanks to some dumb rule and my parents' constant nagging, I settle down with the girl of their choice. Irene's the type of girl I would never give a second glance to, the type I would deem average looking. And that's just not it. She's a chatter box who can't survive without physical affection. A complete opposite of me. I never had a need for a wife but with every innocent touch, every stupid smile, every word of hers my walls break down until I am left yearning for her with an intensity I can't even comprehend.

PAPERBACK AVAILABLE !! Her Series Book 1 Vihaan Singh Mehrotra A meticulous, arrogant, and dominant person both personally and professionally. The CEO of Mehrotra Industries. He hates being betrayed. He doesn't care about who and how the person is, he does everything in his power to destroy the one who betrays him. Marriage was never on his list but being a family man he agreed to an arranged marriage for the happiness of his family. He didn't have any weaknesses but SHE became his wife and his weakness he never wanted. Siya Shah A charming, introverted girl. A perfect daughter whom everyone wishes to have but not her parents. Being the eldest daughter of the family, she was pressured to have a perfect future to take care of her family. To build up a perfect future for her, her parents became strict but did care for their daughter but something happened and they stopped caring for her or more over ignored her more and took her as their responsibility. She craved for love her whole life. She wanted nothing but to be loved. She was broke and thought no one could heal her but HE did and became the person she always wanted in her life. (There is a reason I have kept these names, so no hate on names I guess)

ミ★ "𝘜𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘧𝘶𝘭" ★彡 Vaidehi Chauhan's dreams always started from him and ended at him but dream always stays a dream and the reality hits harder. She tried her best but neither did she found the happiness she wanted neither the love she dreamed of. And stood in front of her , her husband - a man with a broken heart. Sanskaar Singh Suryavanshi was already broken, and "Marriage" was his most hated word, still he fell for her and her innocence only to find his heart ready to be broken again. But this time was he was ready for it, he was ready to be left alone again ,for her sake. But was this what she wanted? He was longing to be someone's everything but all he could see was his loneliness. With two choices ahead, Vaidehi must decide. Whom will she pick, and will it lead to the love they both desire or will it leave Sanskaar all alone once again? Story of a man left alone by his love and a woman who was forced to leave her love. Two broken hearts are going to be joined, by the strings of marriage. But is this God's plan or just a game of destiny? All rights reserved ©

Butterfly banogi , jaan? 🦋 " ye murli aapki hui ...Radhe or ye shivay bhi..." " 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐣𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐟 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐞 𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧? 𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐘𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞? " ☾ Ishq ek aisa toofa hai, jo dard saath mein lata hai...I won't be able to give him anything but pain... ⋆༺𓆩🖤𓆪༻⋆ ☾ Aapki rooh se ishq kar baithe hain hum... Ab khud ki rooh ka janaza bhi uth jaye...To bhi koi ghum nahi... . . When love becomes TAPASYA , somewhere destruction starts She was all alone , she was cursed to stay alone . when she thought she had found her love , he betrayed her . and when the one to love her came destiny betrayed her " I am all yours , yours to love and yours to destroy '' he gave her everything but her traumas still overpowered her and the fear of losing him became reality

[Completed] #1 in Romance (05-Jan-21) #1 in India (25-Apr-22) #5 in Humor (25-Mar-21) ❝For the world, it was a love marriage. But for them it was neither love nor arranged.❞ *** "Darling!" I barged into his room while he was busy in a conference. He quickly hung the call and turned to me. "What are you doing here?" "I live here too." "What are you wearing? Care to explain?" Black negligee! "To... make this night special. What do you say?" I moved close to him and slid my arms around his neck. His ears gained colour and he gulped hard. "Then, let's go by your plan!" Picking me off my feet, he carried me to my room and threw me on bed. His orbs were dark, filled with desire. He hovered over me and covered me tightly with comforter. "Bye bye..." He said and ran out. What the hell just happened? Why didn't the seduction card play on him? *** A romantic-comedy story of Ayaan and Divya. They've known each other from childhood; but as childhood enemies, bickering foes. One is happy-get-going while the other is serious and moody. Ever heard a story of a euphoric guy and a moody girl? Ayaan Chauhan is the CEO of one of the biggest conglomerate of India, A&C, while serious minded Divya Gupta is a CA in same. In school she was the beauty with brains while he was the handsome hunk who always scored an egg. But when he returns after nine years, the tables turned. They both never leave a chance to curse each other. When the egg and his pig are tied into a marriage due to a misunderstanding 一Will they both accept each other as partners or will just continue their childish fights? And, will love bloom between them? Get on to read their story and follow their love! *** Note: You're going on a ride filled with laughter, kisses & cuddles. Book is written in English, so non-Hindi readers can read it without any worry. Caution: You may fall in love with Ayaan through the story! 【150,000 - 200,000 words】 © 2020-21 Meteor Knight All Rights Reserved.

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?