"𝙈𝙤𝙝𝙗𝙗𝙖𝙩 𝙤𝙧 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙙𝙤𝙣𝙤 𝙠𝙚 𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙖𝙖𝙡 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣, 𝙡𝙚𝙠𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙖𝙧𝙦 𝙮𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙤 𝙟𝙖𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙤𝙝𝙗𝙗𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙝𝙪𝙙 𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙗𝙖𝙖𝙙 𝙝𝙤𝙣𝙖 𝙥𝙙𝙩𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣" ✨❤ 1 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙣 #𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 ✨ "Pinky promise, superman ?" she asked, her voice filled with anticipation. "Pinky promise, sapphire !" he said, his voice filled with affection. ♣♣♣♣♣ "He's cold like a ice, ❄ and she has sparks of fire. 🔥 📕: "Tangled desires " A saga of love and hate Tropes: 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐗 𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐄𝐎 𝐗 𝐋𝐚𝐰𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐌𝐋𝐂 𝐗 𝐁𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐅𝐋𝐂

''Zidd ho tum is dil ki khawaish ho in nighao ki kese batau ki koi raasta nahi maanzil ho tum meri chahat ki '' AASHIVIK SINGH RATHORE A name that screams power, dominance, and cruelty. A white-collar businessman in the day and a drug mafia lord at the night. He doesn't believe in love and for him, it's just a waste of time until she came and took his breath away. ''Just say anything Chandani I will bring everything to your feet but don't ever try to leave me'' ''It is it that bad that I want you all for myself...your love, your smile everything that belongs to you'' CHANDANI MITTAL Just like her name she is the epitome of beauty that shines when everything is dark. A simple and fun-loving 20-year-old college girl living her life until one day a race lead her to a mysterious man and she caught his attention all for himself. ''I am tired of all this, I dont think I will be able to adjust in your mafia world'' '' I am all yours just love me the way you want" All she wants is a simple life but when the boss of mafias fell for her will she is able to lead a simple life or will she accept his? When all his rivals want her dead will he be able to protect his moon? Everything looks simple but what will happen when destiny will test their love? © All Rights Reserved

⋆.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♡

She was shattered, her past erased by pain, her voice stolen by trauma. He was a ruler-not just of politics but of the shadows where justice was a debt paid in blood. Ruthless to those who took justice for granted, yet never cruel to the innocent. At an early age, he learned one truth-power commands justice. Without it, you're nothing. That night, their worlds collided. He found her-battered, nameless, drowning in silence. He should've walked away. But something about her... felt familiar. A forgotten memory. A name lost in time. A connection buried beneath scars. She had no past she was willing to share. He had a childhood he never let go of. But fate doesn't ask for permission-it rewrites the story in the most ruthless ways. Some scars don't just heal... they reveal. And when the truth surfaces, will it mend what was lost or destroy them both? A story of pain, justice and an unexpected love that blooms in the darkest places.

"Mujhe jhelna mushkil hai, Nader," she said with a smile while her gaze was fixed on the table. ("It's difficult to tolerate me, Nader") "Main jhel lunga," I replied. ("I'll manage") She looked up towards me, then continued. "Mai khubsurat nahi hoon," she said. ("I'm not beautiful") "Mere liye behad khubsurat ho," I replied ("You're incredibly beautiful, for me") "Mujhe bahut jaldi gussa aata hai," she said. ("I get angry very quickly") "Mai seh lunga," I replied, looking at her. ("I'll endure it") "Mujhe bahut jaldi rona aa jata hai", she said. ("I cry very quickly") "Main apna kanda deh dunga, aap apna sar rakkhe ro lena", I replied. ( " I'll give you my shoulders, to cry freely keeping your head on it") "Mai choti choti baat mein, naraaz ho jaati hoon", She said. ("I get upset over little things,") "Mai manalunga," I said. ("I'll convince you,") "Mere haath seh chize tuth jaati hai", she said. ("Things break from my hands") "Mai naye la dunga", I replied. ("I'll replace them") "Mujhe aapse mohabbat hogayi hai, Nader", she said. ("I have fallen in love with you, Nader") "I-" Usne nazre niche jhukali. Get ready to be swept away by 'Heartstrings,' where the tangled web of relationships is spun with threads of forbidden love, enemies-to-lovers, love at first sight, and a captivating love triangle. Join me on this rollercoaster of love, betrayal, and redemption that will tug at your heartstrings until the very last page."

"𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖" "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐-𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐" A standalone. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝗥𝗮𝗷 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮 took her for revenge. To burn down her bloodline. But now, all he can think about is how she tastes when she mo-ans through clenched teeth. He wanted to 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 her. To punish her for a past she didn't write. To watch her shatter and never feel a thing. Exactly- he wanted to. Because somewhere between the ropes and the rage, the punishment and the pleasure- She became the only thing real in his twisted world. He took her for revenge. But she'll be the one to destroy him- One sin, one kiss, one scream at a time. In this game of fire and control... someone's about to burn. Will she just be a pawn in his revenge?

BOOK 2 OF BRIDE SERIES #2 in Top Ten in India ______________________________________________________ Wafa Mittal had a perfect life-a career she loved as a gynecologist, dreams she nurtured, and a heart that believed in simplicity. But everything turned upside down the day she collided with Ehsaan Agnihotri, a mysterious hacker with a sharp mind and an even sharper tongue. Their first meeting? A disaster. Their banter? Relentless. Their hatred? Instant. From the very beginning, they were sworn enemies, challenging each other at every turn. But when fate cruelly tied them together in a marriage neither of them wanted, their war only intensified. She had someone else in her heart. He, too, longed for a love that existed only through a screen. But as much as they resisted, something dangerous began to bloom between them-something neither could afford to feel. Every argument made them stronger. Every challenge brought them closer. And when the truth unraveled, it shattered everything. With their paths diverging, will they hold on to their past loves, or will they surrender to the connection they never saw coming? A fiery enemies-to-lovers, forced marriage romance filled with playful rivalry, slow-burning desire, and unexpected fate.

Silk and Cinders : Series #1 "Did you really think you could walk away?" My back slammed against the wall as he caged me in. "Answer me." I swallowed hard "I-i thought-" "You thought?" His gaze sharpened. "You thought you had a choice?" He stepped closer. Slowly. Deliberately. "Look at me." My gaze lifted, and my breath caught. His eyes-dark, unreadable, locked onto mine, drowning me. "Tell me" he whispered "did this marriage ever fucking matter to you?" I flinched. Silence. For a moment, nothing. No expression. No sound. Just him. Watching. Calculating. Then, his hand snaked around my waist, dragging me into him until my chest crushed against his. My pulse spiked. "You wanted to leave, right?" His fingers trailed up my spine- slow, deliberate, sending shivers down my entire body. They stopped at the back of my neck. With a firm yank, he pulled me even closer, our lips nearly brushing. "This" his knuckles traced my temple, feather-light "-this mind? It doesnt get to think about leaving me." His thumb pressed against the rapid pulse on my throat. "And this?" His voice dropped further, dark with promise. "This pulse? It races for me. Every.single.beat. Mine." His hand glided down, stopping over my heart. "And this?" His finger tapped against it "this heart? Every. Damn. Beat. For. Me. These breaths? Mine. Your entire fucking existence?" His grip tightened. "Mine." I shivered. His arms locked around my waist. He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine. "Whose man am I?" My breath hitched. "Whose. Man. Am. I. Mi alma?" "M-mine." I whispered. "Good. Remember that. And learn to hold on to what's already yours. Trust us. Not the lies they feed you." ___ Two souls. Two scars. Different worlds. But fate had other plans. When destinies intertwine through an unwanted bond, will love bloom, or will they burn each other down?

She was 18. He was 30..HE IS A KING Of marwar, Jodhpur. "I'm your wife, you can't ignore me rana sa!" "No, Kainaat... you're just a deal, a child." -"are u cheating on me?" She asked before breaking down. A forced royal marriage meant to end a long-standing rivalry between two powerful families. To him, she was a child bride - too young, too common, too unwanted. He gave her a palace, his last name... and nothing else. No love. No touch. No claim. --- - He's cold, royal, and ruthless. -She's kind, silent, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.