𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘩 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 When it gets to the verge where you don't feel connections with anyone, the feeling of giving everything up eats you. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙧𝙖 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, an aspiring scholar who struggles amidst the chaos occurred months ago that disrupts her life and a constant unsettling feeling gnaws at her. After her sister left her. She's no more the same person she used to be... . 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, the youngest son of Abeer Parihaar. With full inspiration of living his life to the fullest, Aarav has his goals set - drive the best cars, thrive on your intrusive thoughts.. and never look back. . Due to some positive deviations in both of their lives, a strange obsession to drive one another on the edge overpowers their wits. "I HATE YOU" "Kiss me and say that" **smirks** AaravxMayra

-𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒- "This was just an arrangement" I stared into oblivion repeating the same words he offered me the night of our wedding. He stepped closer to me lifting my chin with a finger and I resisted a shiver triggered just by his mere stare "Look me in the eye and say that" my heart clenched and I blinked when the tears threatened to suffocate me. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 ༺❀༻ 𝙄𝙩𝙞 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, a perfect enthusiast of happiness and a jolly personality. Coming from a well reputed business family she was expected to marry off for the sake of strengthening a successful alliance. But that was ever her dream, to have a fairytale of her own. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, a person exhaustively devoted to the empire he created. Known for his extreme silence even at the sour times. When the two opposite souls were bound together by the thread of marriage. Who will be chosen by Love and who would it break? Iti x Manav

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

Yaduvanshi series #1 An Arranged Marriage Story. POWER!!!!! That's what he always wanted. He is king of a small kingdom of Madhya Pradesh but his power is not limited to Madhya Pradesh only. He is one of the richest men in India who holds the power of money in the market and of leaders in parliament. He is one of those chosen people who are running the country behind the curtain. Politician bows their head in front of him, businessman is ready to put everything at stake just to put their name with his company and a messiah to his kingdom's people. His soft side is for no one at least he does pretend that. But......... A small brown-eyed, honey-voiced girl entered his life. And from the very first moment he saw her, he started feeling a weird fluttering in his heart. She was chosen by his grandfather for him but he knew it was God's plan. She is a puzzle, He wants to solve her. She is scared, He wants to protect her. She fears love, He wants to spoil her. She is broken, He is her healer. Let's join Aashrit Singh Yaduvanshi and Meera Singh Yaduvanshi in the journey of love after marriage.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 They never thought of being each other's but destiny had another plans. 𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗬𝗨𝗧 𝗦𝗨𝗥𝗬𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗛𝗜 is a 27 year old handsome man, who belongs to a Royal family. He is Rude, Arrogant and hates the one who betrayes him. There are only two things he loves. One is his mother and another is his work. Vidyut's name lies under the top ten billionaires of the country. He never thought he would fall for the girl who was nothing but a Replacement of his bride. ✿✿✿ 𝗥𝗢𝗢𝗛 𝗧𝗛𝗔𝗞𝗨𝗥 is a 24 year old beautiful internship Doctor. No one knew the anger and sadness she hid behind her smile. She never received love from her parents which she always dreamt of. She knew her sister wasn't happy with this wedding but the only thing she didn't know was that her life is going to take a 180 degree turn, that she is going to be forced to marry the guy she barely knows. ✿✿✿ Our bodies collided together. Do I regret teasing him? A little big yes, a little no. Even though cold water was falling in our bodies but the way I was feeling hot was something I can't explain. He keeps his hands on both sides of the glass, trapping me in between as I couldn't take my eyes off his abs. "You have no idea-what you have done to me" he whispered against my earlobe and I closed my eyes.

Sitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night. I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again and again. I was trying to compress my frequent blush that were turning my cheeks warm like candles. My lips unknowingly turning into the slight smile. Suddenly, the door pushed open and I shivered slightly. I could hear the slow and faded footsteps of him coming closer. I couldn't see him as my eyes were low and even covered with the veil. I felt him sitting on the bed, a little away from me. He was Sultan Aashiq Ibrahim Khan, my husband, and my childhood love. Ever since, I started knowing this world. I had imagined him my husband. And now, we were married through an arranged marriage. "What's your name? Begum," His voice was dark and deep. But it made my smile vanished all of sudden. My heart started beating insanely. I terrified honestly. "Tell me," he asked again. My eyes turned teary as I realised that he had no clue about my muteness. Yes, I couldn't speak. I had lost my voice forever in accident. But, the much I remember my father sent him a letter revealing it. "What happened? Are you okay?" He asked with concern, pulling my veil up. The tears left my eyes and I shivered. I sucked on my lips as my throat turned dry. Even my cries didn't have any voice. I moved my fingers to signal him that I was mute, a voiceless princess. But, his eyebrows turned in a thinned line and a immense shock was clear on his face. "Your fa... Family lied to me?" He stood up from the bed in anger. *** The life was difficult for ladies back in 17th century but it was worse for specially abled. This is the love story of Ruhani, a princess who can't speak but has a lot to say. Ever since, she lost her voice, she learnt to nod for everything and when she married to her childhood crush. Her life turned a complete turn. Mature content!!! It also have triggering scenes!!!

(Paperback coming June 2025) A sequence of Ranvi: his flow of life. [DARK ROMANCE] I love him, he loves me too, more than his life. But- What if my husband is ready to snatch my life? Love. I thought he loved me but turns out everything was a game to trap me. I was foolish to fall in love with a devil who was always ready to kill me. He protected me from the demons from my childhood only to haunt me every passing second. Aaran Russo did everything possible to force me into a marriage I once died for. The game of lies didn't start here, it started with my foolishness when I forced our destiny to tangle into each other. I hacked his laptop and gave the sign of my fate to him. That was my mistake and now-I am going to pay for it with my soul. Because my husband will never let me go away from him. I am too well tangled with him that now the more I run, the more I will end up in his tricks. His lies. His threats. And maybe his soul. (18+) (CAN'T BE READ AS A STANDALONE)

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK