A love story, which is about love and passion wrapped with sweet destruction in revenge. It's not love-it's the storm before ruin. A maze of destruction where obsession and revenge dance until everything burns. Aarohi Oberoi - elegance wrapped in chaos. Once soft, now sharp. She's a storm disguised as grace, carrying warmth only for those who dare to look past her ice. Reyansh Singhania Mehta - power, danger, and control. The man who turns silence into fear and love into obsession. Cold to the world, but she's the one person who makes him burn. What happens when they meet? but not in the plan of love.......but revenge.

Book - 1 Aditya x Meera 🎀 Meet Mr. Aditya Singhania India's most feared mafia king. Ruthless and merciless. He's the enigmatic diamond tycoon, commands attention wherever he goes. His chiseled jawline, piercing brown eyes and a cold, calculating demeanor mask his true identity. Aditya rules his shadowy empire with a iron fist. And there's Meera Sharma a short tempered and loving girl. Who want to live her life like all freedom. But, His Obsession is a wildfire, fierce and all consuming. In a world where power bent to his will, she is the one thing he cannot control, and that it drives him mad. Her laughter haunted his sleepless nights, her defiance ignites a dangerous hunger in his veins. He craves her like a man craves air, and no amount of chaos, bloodshed, or war can extinguish his need. His world was built on fear and respect, but for her, he is willing to burn kingdoms to ash. She is his addiction, his salvation, and his madness all wrapped in the one thing he was willing to ruin himself for.

Dedication:- 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮,𝓭𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 𝓘 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾 Ekansh Singh Rathore is a 28-year-old CEO of the Rathore Empire and a passionate biker. Known as the "Eternal Ruler," he has earned a reputation for his cold and ruthless attitude, commanding respect and fear in equal measure. Advika Seghal is a 27-year-old girl living in a world full of scars, yet she dedicates herself to healing others while quietly enduring her own pain. As a skilled cardiologist, she continues to put others first, despite the emotional and physical wounds she carries within. Amidst the chaos, Ekansh enters her life - a man as cold and unyielding as he is powerful. While Advika is broken, haunted by her past and the wounds she has yet to heal, Ekansh becomes the unexpected source of strength she never thought she'd find. He is her healer, not just in the physical sense, but emotionally as well. His presence offers a sense of protection, stability, and understanding that Advika never believed she deserved. But will Advika be able to trust him? Will she let go of her past and open her heart to a love she never thought possible, especially with someone so different from what she's known? As their worlds collide, the journey toward healing and love will test both their limits. Will Ekansh's strength be enough to heal the broken pieces of Advika's heart, or will the scars of her past keep her from ever truly loving him?

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.

"Let me get this straight," Danish's voice is sharp, his disbelief barely masked. "You want me to pretend to be in love with you?" Kiara tilts her head, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "No, Malhotra. I want you to pretend you never stopped." For as long as Kiara Oberoi could remember, life had been a race she was never allowed to lose. And standing in her way at every turn? Danish Malhotra. Her biggest rival. Her greatest weakness. The boy who knew exactly how to ruin her. They spent their years locked in battle-academic rankings, debate championships, internships, and scholarships-neither willing to give the other an inch. They fought in front of the whole world. They fought when no one was watching. And somewhere in between all those fights, between the sharp words and long stares- they fell. It started with a project that forced them together. Forced them to see past the rivalry, past the competition, past the carefully built walls. Forced them to face the fact that they understood each other in ways no one else ever had. They fought for years-until one night, she gave him everything. And the next day? She destroyed him. "I could never love someone who doesn't even know his own origins." And then, she left. No warnings. No explanations. Just silence. Now, she's back. Same fire. Same hunger. Same boy she left behind-only now, he's colder, crueler, untouchable. And this time, they aren't just academic rivals. They're business enemies. And she needs him to fake date her. She isn't leaving without him this time. She says it's to win a war. He knows it's to win him back. But some fires never die- And this time, they might burn for real.

𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓫𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓽𝓸𝓰𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓷𝓸 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝔀𝓱𝓪𝓽. 𝓐𝓷 𝓾𝓷𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝓪𝓫𝓵𝓮 𝓫𝓸𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓰𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓪 𝓬𝓾𝓻𝓼𝓮𝓭 𝓷𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽.

𝐒𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐌𝐲 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐞: 𝐄𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐜𝐲: 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒊𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒚. 𝑽𝒆𝒊𝒍 𝒐𝒇 𝑽𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒖𝒌𝒕𝒂, 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅. 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕, 𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒆𝒇𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒊𝒅𝒏𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒂. 𝒀𝒆𝒕, 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝑽𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒚 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒅-𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒘𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆, 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝑺𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒖𝒌𝒕𝒂 𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆. Copyright © [202

"Tell me, Mia... does your boyfriend, or should I say your ex-boyfriend, know that I was the first person to fucks you?" One night of weakness. One night of forgetting the man who broke her heart. She never thought she'd see him again. Until he bought her company, slid a diamond on her finger, and promised her forever. She thought it was fate. What she didn't know was revenge. Because the man she was about to marry wasn't just her lover... he was her ex's elder brother. Standalone

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