Darkness. She knew nothing else. For twenty-five years, she had lived in the shadows of her past, neglected by her own family and haunted by secrets that still kept her awake at night. That darkness was all she had to offer. Until he entered her life. He was her arranged husband, chosen by their families. She had vowed to hate him with all her heart and promised herself to never accept him as her husband. However, destiny had some other plans for her. He welcomed all her darkness and began to light up her world with a love she once used to call 'bullshit.' He saw her pain, her scars, and he didn't turn away. Instead, he held her closer. And for the first time in years, she found herself smiling. His kindness and patience melted her once-frozen heart and made her believe that true love did exist. In his arms, she found a home she had always craved for. ◕💍◕ Insecurities. They were his best friend. But years of harsh judgments had left him bitter and sarcastic toward others. Yet, beneath that ruthlessness and sarcasm, was a man with a heart as pure as gold. But the only things that kept him attached to life were books and poetry until he set his eyes on her and made a vow. To be hers- Only hers till his last breath. She swept into his life like a vortex and challenged everything he thought he knew. She saw past his facade, past the defenses he had built and uncovered the beauty and strength within him he never knew existed. He found the courage to accept his fears and shattered parts with her and turned them into his armor. She became the strength he never saw coming, the one person who could shatter him and yet make him whole. ◕💍◕ But what happens when Mira's dark past rises from the grave? Will Siddharth be bold enough to keep his vows, or will he run far away from her out of insecurities and fears? Join the beautiful journey of the married life of Siddharth and Mira.

#4 in Top10 in India on 14th March 2025 "itni nafrat naa karein ki pyaar ho jaaye 𝑺𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊" 𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝖺𝗂𝖽 "𝘸𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘢𝘧𝘳𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪 𝘬𝘺𝘢 𝘫𝘪𝘴𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘲 𝘩𝘰 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘺𝘦 𝗦𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗮𝗿 𝗷𝗶𝗶" she whispered with a smile ________________________________________________________ 𝕬𝖗𝖙𝖍𝖚𝖗 𝕽𝖆𝖎𝖟𝖆𝖉𝖆 | 𝕾𝖍𝖗𝖆𝖞𝖓 𝖐𝖆𝖚𝖗 𝖌𝖎𝖑𝖑 -His Sardarni "Even if you shot me dead today, you know I would still love you in every birth. Every single breath of mine belongs to you, my queen," the man said, tears rolling down his eyes. "I don't care about your love or your care! The only thing I care about is revenge-and today, I'm going to complete it," the woman hissed, tracing the gun along his face. But something twisted inside her. For the first time, the Mafia Queen felt uneasy, while the Mafia Lord knelt before her, refusing to leave the love of his life. "Please don't do this. I beg you," his voice cracked. All his confidence, boldness, and 'I-don't-give-a-damn' attitude had shattered. Her heart hitched, her body froze-she couldn't pull the trigger on the man in front of her. "Even he begged for his life. Did you stop then?" she screamed, gripping his face between her fingers. "At least listen to me-" he began, but she cut him off by pressing her lips against his. This was no longer just revenge. It was obsession, desire, and love strong enough to make a King-no, a Lord-beg for it. ✨ A Desi Dark Royal Romance 🌸 Full of rivalry, hidden scars, stolen glances, and forbidden touches.

She was struggling to tie the dori of her kurti but couldn't so She was trying to find her friends to help her with this but no one came into her view. "Can I?", Someone asked from behind and She recognised the voice immediately. It was Him. From yesterday night, she was trying to avoid him. After what happened yesterday night the only thing she wants is to stay miles away from him. But it is practically impossible as they are literally sharing the same roof. She turned around only to meet with his chest as he was standing very close to her. ' When did he come this close?', She wondered. He raised his eyebrows at her. " Yeah.... You can.", She replied and again turned around. Now her back was facing his front. He slided her beautiful dark brown hair to one side. The mere touch of his fingers sent a tingling sensation to her whole body. He took the string of her kurti in his veiny hands and pulled it making her bare back collide with his chest. Her breath hitched at his action. He said nothing and just started tying it but his heart was beating rapidly. His hands started sweating but He just wanted to kiss that mole on her back which is only increasing the beauty of her bare back. Every hair strand of her body stood up when his hot breath fell near her neck. "Done.", He said in his husky voice and walked away. HE is the next Don of The Italian Mafia. SHE is a Royal Princess of India. For Her, He is only her brother's bestfriend. But for Him, She is his everything. He started having feelings for hers, but will she able to reciprocate those feelings? In their love story, there will be so many obstacles, so many enemies, that will try to prevent them from being with each other, but; Will they succeed in it? Or, their strength of love? Started on- 05/04/23

I'm going to take this book off in the last week of February. Two women chasing peace. Two men willing to burn the world for them. Between justice and obsession, love finds its way. Each heart in this story breaks the rules. Each one... an Illegal Heart.

Saanjh, a bright and ambitious young girl, had her life all planned out - she would become a teacher, gain independence, and explore the world beyond her village. She longed to inspire young minds and live life on her own terms. But before her dreams could take flight, her family forced her into marriage - right after 12th grade - with Vijay, a quiet 25-year-old farmer's son. Vijay, too, had once dreamed big. He wanted to study further. But like Saanjh, his fate was sealed by tradition and responsibility. As two strangers bound by a forced marriage, Saanjh and Vijay struggle to reconcile their broken paths. He respects her. She resents him. But what happens when patience meets passion... and silent sacrifice starts to look like love? This is a story of rural love, second chances, and a woman's fight to reclaim her voice - set in the heart of 1990s India

And suddenly, the monster in him falls silent as he rests his head on her lap Tropes: • love at first sight • second chance • obsessed male lead • revenge • second chance • misunderstanding • CEO X WEDDING PLANNER Ayushmaan Raichand, the successful owner of True line, never imagined that a casual visit to a café would change his life. While accompanying his friend on a date, he encounters Mannat Khurana, a seemingly ordinary girl who quickly becomes extraordinary in his eyes. Mannat, the best friend of his best friend's girlfriend, captures Ayushmaan's heart, and what starts as a simple infatuation quickly blossoms into a deep, passionate relationship. But life takes a dark turn when a traumatic event shatters their world, forcing Ayushmaan and Mannat to part ways. The pain of their separation lingers, and they both move on, carrying the weight of what could have been. Two years later, fate brings them back together under unexpected circumstances. Ayushmaan is set to marry another woman, and in a twist of destiny, he hires Mannat as his wedding planner. As they navigate the complexities of their past and present, they are faced with an undeniable question: Was it obsession or true love? And more importantly, will they seize the chance to rewrite their story?

After a fierce battle, he claimed my kingdom-and my fate. I am bound by duty to my people, but it is a duty that demands the greatest sacrifice. To save my kingdom, I must marry the man who conquered it. One bound by the crown, the other by my heart. When the king of Suryagarh attacked our kingdom, he did not just conquer our lands-he shattered countless lives. Thousands of widows, children left without fathers, and girls who were only beginning to understand the world. The loss was beyond words. And yet, to save them, I had no choice but to throw myself into the flames of my own sacrifice. I sent the king a marriage proposal through my father. My father was always against it and he must have hidden the truth about me from him. I don't know what he said, but I couldn't back down. I couldn't let my people suffer more. They needed me. Sitting before the holy fire, ready to take vows with my husband, not as a wife but as a mistress, I was shedding silent tears beneath my veil-not because of the sacrifice but because of the price I will pay for it. It all began with his words: "I always loved you. It was always you, never someone else." But the reality was different: "So you were always a manwhore?" "Yes, and you are my whore." And it ends with: "You promised to stay with me during this time. I am still waiting for you. Please... do not let me down." This is a story of a time when women were nothing but objects to be used and discarded, tied down to the bed by the chains of society and sweet taste. But the queen made sure none of them were deprived of their rights. Her legacy was one of hope, as she become the first queen to free courtesans from the shackles of slavery, granting them the freedom they deserve. She married the powerful king of Hind to save her kingdom, but in doing so, she never expected he would become the very reason to turn her life upside down. Mature content included!

!! 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦- 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !! " 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. " ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ I despised chaos. Loud annnoying noises that disrupted my peace. All I craved was serenity, a sanctuary from the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, she entered my life. she was a storm of chaos, who flipped my peaceful world completely upside down. I couldn't stand her. She was embodied chaos itself, and I was determined to despise her until the very end. But little did I know that her chaos would become the only essence of my peace. The chaos is 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯. I have had my fill of dictators in my life. Everywhere I turned, I encountered coldness. All I yearned for was warmth. The cozy feeling that wraps around you like a soft warm blanket after being drenched in the rain completely and going numb. I have already had enough coldness and dictatorship in my life and the last thing i needed was another person adding to it. He was the epitome of frigidity, capable of freezing you with a single glance. I despise dictators and the chilling aura they bring. And I absolutely despised him. I couldn't stand him one bit. But little did I know that the warmth I was so desperately searching for would be found in that Antarctica of a person. The dictator is 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤.