Forced into a marriage neither of them wanted, a fierce Greek mafia princess and a ruthless Sicilian underboss must navigate a storm of power, passion, and betrayal-only to discover that their greatest battle might be against their own hearts. *** They hated each other from the moment they met, but little did they know, they were destined to be together. Millicent Rhea Darmos: Princess of the Greek Mafia. At 25 years old, she's established herself as a self proclaimed boss bitch, running her own publishing company. But now it's time she fulfils her duty to her family's organisation. It's time she gets married. Costantino Salvatore Accardi: Underboss and Heir to the Sicilian Mafia. At 28 years old, he has no interest in settling down-he already has it all. He believes in family above all, so why bring in an outsider? Yet, after a strange string of events, the two of them find themselves thrust into married life. It's full of chaos, drama and all kinds of tension. The question is, how do they survive their marriage and the storm that follows? *** "I've never kissed anyone." My voice trembled with a tinge of vulnerability - something I hated. But Costa didn't seem to mind that I was nervous or anxious. "Good. You're mine." He spoke so seriously, without a flicker of doubt as he took my hand in his. "So you want it be special, principessa?" "Every girl's first kiss is special." I whispered, watching as he brought my hand up to his lips. "I only care about yours."

Description "Sometimes mistakes leads you to the path of love, you do learn from your own mistakes and bring bliss in your life". (His series #book 1) And suddenly SHE became the only thing that consumed me whole. I shouldn't be in love with her. Not after knowing that she is not my type. But yet I did, insanely that consumed me whole. But what about her??? Will she ever love me after the things I have done to her, will she ever accept my love for her, will she ever give me a chance to prove myself to her, will I ever have her in my life after those miserable things I have done in our relationship??? :⁠‑⁠) Mira Nagar, A sweet innocent girl with a soft heart who is a village girl. After she turned 19 her parents decided to get her married to an landlord from their village, who is already 4th time of her age at the verge of dying, but for money they became soo greedy that they decided to get married Mira to that old man. But what they didn't know was that this marriage is going to change the life of Mira for forever. Ashrit Rathore, CEO of Rathore textiles, a not soo sweet guy complicated with many morals and rules of his own. He believes in hardwork and because of his hardwork Rathore Textiles became India's most famous Textiles company, he is a workoholic and barely manage to come home he mostly stayes out of the country. What will happen when he will visit his maternal grandfather house for a marriage and got stuck in an unwanted marriage. Give this book a chance to know more about this story.

This emotional drama follows Anika, a sweet-natured woman who marries Aadheer Rajput, a cold Mumbai billionaire dangerously obsessed with her. His love is a possessive madness; he controls her every move, isolates her from the world, and even threatens their future when she becomes pregnant. The story is a intense journey through his destructive jealousy, her trapped despair, and the difficult, painful path they must walk-through therapy, family intervention, and the transformative power of becoming parents-to somehow forge his terrifying obsession into a love that can truly be called happy. ✨ "Thank you for reading this description! 💖 If you enjoyed it, don't forget to check out the full story. Your support means a lot-thank you!" ✨

Emma Collins never planned to bump into him ever again. Not to mention the fact that she hated him. But fate had other plans. Emma just had to make one beautiful mistake. (All Rights Reserved) Tropes: enemies to lovers, push and pull, pregnancy, groveling The MMC is not your typical hero. You might hate him, but then grow to love him.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏: 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. "What?" she said, she couldn't believe her ears, that her Kabir ji would say something like that when he had been showering his whole life at her feet. "Kabir ji, if it's about last night, then let's solv..." "I don't want to fucking solve, and you are right I was just attracted to you physically and now that it's over, I don't see the point to be with you" I will never, ever fall. His voice echoed in her ears. "What are you saying? No no, you are lying, I know something is up that's why you are lying, is someone watching us? I'm sure, should I tell Akshu? Yeah, wait-wait, I will tell him" He held her hands and jerked her towards himself, "Your holes are way too fucking loose for me now, I don't care if you are alive or dead in an unnamed road, I don't give a flying fuck, I just wanted to fulfil my desires, and now I am bored with you, you don't make me feel anything when I fuck you, it feels like I am pounding on a sack, I disgust the feeling," .·:*¨༺ ༻¨*:·. 𝐀 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞? •MATURE CONTENT•

"Is she your wife?" she asked hesitantly. "Yes", Avishek said no more. Is he not going to introduce me? I should leave. It's clear, they wanted to be alone, to talk about whatever the hell they wanted to talk. I managed a smile and said, "I'll wait in the car", and left before anyone said anything. I walked out of the café, walked to the car, opened the door and flopped into the passenger seat. She's back. The love of his life, she's back. Whenever my mind wandered about Avishek's past, I had always pictured that girl as this beautiful woman who turned heads when she walked into the room. I was right. Ruchika was beautiful. Even with dark circles under her eyes, messy hair that looked like she hadn't washed it for days, her tired smile, she was still beautiful. I could only imagine how she was when they were young. Why now though? After all these years?

"BOOK 1 OF SHADOWS OF MARRIAGE" "𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑛 𝑏𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑘𝑦, 𝑎𝑠 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑔 𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑙𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑛𝑖𝑔ℎ𝑡, 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑟𝑎𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑒 𝑜𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑛𝑠 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑟𝑢𝑛 𝑑𝑟𝑦. 𝐼 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑢𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑒𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒." It's been five long years since Adhvik and Adhya were thrust into an arranged marriage. From the very beginning, their union lacked the warmth of love, existing solely to fulfill Adhvik's parents' yearning for grandchildren. Reluctantly, they went through the motions, consummating their marriage and bringing their son Vihan into the world. Adhvik, driven by an irresistible physical desire, found himself drawn to Adhya. In those moments of intimacy, Adhya, fueled by her deep affection for Adhvik, willingly surrendered herself to him, hoping to awaken a love that lay dormant within him and the second time Adhya gave birth to a beautiful daughter, Vrihanika. Unfortunately, Adhvik only saw her through the lens of lust, unable to comprehend the depths of her love. While Adhvik proved to be a doting father to their children, his relationship with Adhya remained superficial, merely a façade. However, unbeknownst to him, a profound transformation was taking place within his heart. Slowly but surely, he began to realize that his need for Adhya went beyond physical desire; it was a yearning born out of genuine love. Now, the burning question remains: Will Adhvik summon the courage to confess his newfound emotions to Adhya? As their love story continues to unfold, we eagerly

" Whose child is this." "ho-how d-did you know." "Aahh vi-viaan le-leave me." "I am in pain, I am also feeling it. Tell me whose sin is being nurtured in your womb and with how many people have you been spending time at night. Do you even know the name of his father or not?." What will happen when two people from two different religions meet each other and their fate pushes them into each other's lives and that too because of cruelty. A man who is a devil in the form of a human who believes that he is a devil but until you do not force him to become a devil, he rules over hell because he is the king of hell. A girl who is calm, quiet, happy in her own world, who is like heaven, as if she is the queen of heaven, with clean heart and clean intentions. "VIAAN SINGH RATHORE." "FIZA HAYYAT." :- English is not my first language. :-all right reversed. :- it's not type of story or novel mostly you read it's hit different so many plot twist. THIS BOOK IS FICTIONAL, SO DON'T TAKE IT IN REALITY. I DON'T WANT TO HARM ANY OF RELEGION THIS IS JUST FICTIONAL.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞✮ ⋆˙ "Wasn't it enough to break my heart that now you're breaking yours too?" Reyansh said, gazing at the divorce papers in his hands, signed by her. "We were never 'us'." Shravani replied, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at the papers he held. Reyansh let out a painful chuckle. "Then what were we, Mrs. Rajvansh?" he questioned, his voice tinged with danger, still fixated on the papers. Shravani remained silent, wiping away a tear. "It was just a coincidence that we met," her gaze shifted to his face, only to be taken aback by his roaring voice, "AND THAT DAMN COINCIDENCE IS CALLED DESTINY." ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ✮ "Ro aap rahin hain, aur dard hume ho raha."✮ ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ✮𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 "I have drowned countless times, enough to realise I am not worthy of resurfacing." ✮𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 "I would cross vast distances, even through the depths of the ocean just for her." [Translations available!!!]

˙⋆✮ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Bataiye, kon hai hum aapke?" she cried, broken. In two strides he reached her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around sharply, pulling her into his arms. His arms locked around her trembling body as if he'd never let her go. "Jaan ho tum meri," He whispered harshly against her hair, hugging her tighter as she wept into his chest. *************** Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn't stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn't care. Like her walking out of the door wasn't tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn't beg, if I didn't plead, I'd come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I've been living with that choice.