MOMMA BY CHOICE Vihan Raichand has everything-power, wealth, and influence. But beneath his ruthless billionaire exterior lies a shattered man, a devoted father to his 8-month-old son, Veer. Betrayed by love, Vihan has closed his heart to the world, focusing only on protecting his precious child. Meera-a kind-hearted caretaker with a past of her own. Orphaned young, she has spent her life nurturing others, never expecting to find love or a family of her own. But fate has other plans when she becomes the nanny for little Veer, who instantly claims her as his own. What starts as a professional arrangement soon turns into something deeper, as Vihan finds himself drawn to Meera's warmth, her innocence, and the undeniable bond she shares with his son. But will the scars of his past allow him to open his heart again? And can Meera find a home in the very place she least expected? PUBLISHED BY : VINNIE NAVMAN

SHIVAKSH SINGH RATHORE He walks like sin in a suit, speaks only when necessary, and carries the weight of empires in his eyes. Ruthless to the world. Silent to strangers. But soft as a whisper for her. 28-year-old CEO of Rathore Group & Industries. The kind of man whose presence changes the room. The world fears him. She doesn't. Because while the world sees his arrogance, She's the only one who sees his ache, his truth, and his softness. RUHANSHI SHARMA She is innocence wrapped in grace, the kind of girl who looks like she stepped out of a fairytale-so delicate that even the wind feels shy brushing past her. She's a 21-year-old fashion designing student, soft-spoken yet strong-willed, unaware of her beauty, untouched by the chaos of the world. Her heart is her most stunning feature-pure, unguarded, and ready to love. To the world, she's a dreamy girl. To him... she's "Ruh." FOR SHIVAKSH SHE IS "Meri saanson ki wajah, meri khamoshiyon ki dhadkan." ("The reason behind my breath, the heartbeat of my silences.") FOR RUHANSHI HE IS Sab ke liye Shivaksh Rathore ek naam hai... lekin uske liye?" "Woh uski rooh hai, uski muskurahat ka sabab." ("For everyone else, Shivaksh Rathore is just a name... but for her?" "He's her soul, the reason behind her smile.") TROPES Replaced Bride Slow Burn Romance CEO×College student Age Gap Cold×Soft Rathore×Sharma Grumpy×Sunshine Ruthless×Innocent He fell first she fell harder

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒐𝒇 "𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 " 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑹𝒖𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓 × 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒓 (𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒂) "𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐠𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." She was the family's precious girl, raised under his roof. But obsession doesn't follow bloodlines. And Rudransh? He's never followed rules. Whether she was adopted or not... she was his. And he was ready to burn the whole world to keep it that way. 🌑 A dark, obsessive tale of a man who breaks taboos without apology, and a girl torn between right and ruin. ⚠️ Morally grey romance. Psychological themes. Discretion advised.

𝑨 𝑺𝑻𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑶𝑭 ~𝓞𝓯 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓿𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓮 𝓼𝓲𝓭𝓮 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓶 𝓡𝓐𝓣𝓗𝓞𝓡.'𝓢 𝓐𝓡𝓓𝓗𝓐𝓝𝓖𝓘𝓝𝓘 . " 𝐈 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐞," I said while hoping they would agree. ----------------------- They were opposite personalities who ended up in an arranged marriage, which both were against, but destiny chose them to be with each other. They embarked on a journey filled with love as their worlds collided with each other. Immerse yourself in the captivating tale of 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 and 𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐘𝐀 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑

( Agniwanshi series book~1 )💗 "LOOK AT ME WHEN I'M DEEP INSIDE YOU." He's a mafia king who hides his madness in silk suits. She's a college girl who shines too brightly for his dark world. When Rudhransh Agniwanshi sees Prisha, he decides: "She's mine. She just doesn't know it yet." But light can't survive in darkness for long... 🔥 Dark. Obsessive. Possessive. A mafia romance where love feels like captivity - and escape feels impossible.

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐠𝐚𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦.

#Book1 in Mafia Romance Series 𝓓𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓬𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷: To all the girls out there who secretly wish for a morally grey man to turn their world upside down. ──────── ୨୧ ──────── Veeranshu Singhaniya: His name alone is enough to send shivers down the spines of his enemies. CEO of the Singhaniya Group and the formidable head of the Phantom Legion Mafia, Veeranshu fears no one-except his mother. A ruthless perfectionist with a commanding presence, he values his family and siblings deeply, though his love is often masked in discipline. In his world, love is a distraction-until it isn't. If he sets his eyes on something... or someone... he will make them his by any means necessary-hook or crook. Akshara: An orphan girl with a heart full of innocence, kindness, and quiet dreams. Akshara is the embodiment of grace and gentleness. Living under the roof of cruel relatives who treat her like a burden, her only solace lies in painting and dancing. She's a college student struggling to find a job and a way out. But what happens when her path crosses with the most dangerous man of the underworld? Will she manage to escape the dark pull of Veeranshu Singhaniya, or will she become his most prized possession-forever trapped in the cage of his obsession?

Armand Volkova is not a man who believes in fate. At twenty-five, the Russian-French mafia heir is already a name soaked in blood and whispered in fear. Tattooed, cold-eyed, and carved from stone, Armand moves through Manhattan like a wolf in a designer suit-dangerous, untouchable, and completely detached from the glittering world around him. That is, until she crashes into him-literally. Aimará Dunham is everything he's not. A Spanish-Ethiopian Olympic figure skater from London, she's all soft curls, warm brown eyes, and the kind of poise only the world's stage can give. Graceful, brilliant, and entirely unaware of the storm she just collided with. Living alone in Manhattan for college, she only wanted coffee that day... not a collision with the city's most dangerous man. For Armand, it's love at first sight. Obsession, even. A fixation he can't understand-but doesn't want to escape. He wants her. Needs her. Not just in his bed, but in his arms, in his life, in every bloodstained part of it. For Aimará, he's an enigma-hauntingly beautiful, but cold, strange, and far too intense. Their connection is undeniable, but hers is a slow burn... complicated by instincts that scream he's hiding something lethal. As secrets unravel and her perfect world begins to darken, Aimará finds herself pulled deeper into Armand's orbit. But when the truth surfaces-when she discovers who he truly is-will she run? Or will she stay with the devil who treats her like an angel?

The story is set in ummm.. Wait, this time it's the modern world. A normal girl forced to marry a mafia man with dark past. Very basic, right? Just one detail. The girl is an avid dark romance reader and calls him Sunshine from their first meeting i.e. their wedding day. Oh! And the man? He is the usual grumpy cold blooded male lead who likes his guns, sunglasses and cigarettes but he loves his new addiction more. So let the tale begin.. ☆Warning :This story is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It contains mature themes (like sex, blood, violence etc). I do not promote anything, it's all fictitious and just for the sake of entertainment. Readers discretion is advised.