Aarohi Sharma's life is anything but simple. At twenty-two, she's balancing her physiotherapy internship, caring for her ailing father, and fighting to prove herself in a world that never stops testing her. Marriage? That was never supposed to be part of the plan. Tilak Verma, India's star cricketer, has only one focus: his game. At twenty-eight, he's worked too hard to let anything derail his career, least of all a marriage he never asked for. But fate doesn't play by their rules. When Aarohi is assigned to his team as a physiotherapist, neither of them knows their destiny has already tied their futures together in an arranged marriage. He wants freedom. She wants time. Both want nothing to do with each other. Yet, in the push and pull of stolen glances, heated arguments, and unexpected tenderness, they'll find that sometimes love isn't chosen... It's destined.

That one-night stand turned out to be the most satisfying night you could ever have. Little did you know that one-night stand would chase you to your new job? Tackling this situation like a professional seems easy, but what happens when you have to deal with your hot, sophisticated, amazingly seductive CEO who's also your boss at your new job? Will you be able to keep this a secret or will life force you to make a choice between these two hot gentlemen? Who will she choose between the two of them? And how will she control her emotions now?

When Serena enters a new workplace, she has one rule; stay focused- no matter what. It soon turns out to be easier said than done when she meets her new boss. Valentino is strict, the epitome of difficult and much to her dismay; unbelievably fucking hot. She's determined to ignore the attraction she feels to him for the sake of keeping her job. But what Serena doesn't know is that Valentino can't get her out of his his head. He thinks about her everywhere. He feels captivated by her. He wants her. And he hates every moment of it.

-:𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃:- -This book moves a bit faster than my usual pace. Some events might feel slightly fast-forwarded, but I've done that to keep the essence tight, the emotions raw, and the story impactful without unnecessary dragging. . . He exhaled, running a hand through his hair. "Roop, shaadi kisi majboori mein nahi ki jati." (Marriage isn't something that should happen out of compulsion.) A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "Yahi toh farq hai tumhari aur meri zindagi mein, Anirudh. Tumhare paas choice hai, mere paas nahi." (That's the difference between your life and mine, Anirudh. You have a choice. I don't.) His expression darkened. "Main tumhari family se baat karunga-" "Nahi!" I cut him off, my voice sharp with desperation. "You won't understand. You've never seen helplessness, Anirudh. You don't know that when a girl has no options, she only looks for survival." A strange silence stretched between us, thick with unspoken pain. Anirudh sighed and leaned back against the bench, his fingers tapping against his knee. "You're telling me you'd marry any stranger just because you have no other way out?" I stiffened. "You're not a stranger." His lips quirked up, almost amused. "Until a day ago, I was." I clenched my fists. "I don't care who you are. I just need to accept this match, or the other option will destroy me." Anirudh fell silent, his gaze steady on me. The playfulness in his eyes faded, replaced by something more intense, more thoughtful. Finally, he asked, "And what if I tell you that I don't want to marry you either?"

"I bared all of me to her and she embraced me like her own" "You and I exist as We in this Moment. I don't want anything else right now" ....................................................... "I'll love you? Hah, I would rather love a Raccoon then you" "And I will rather marry some fictional guy then you" "You're already married. To me" "I know right. Such a shame" "Shut up" "Make me" ........................................................ "I can't marry a man like you just because of the kiss" "I have to marry a man like you just because of the kiss" ........................................................ Abhimaan Kapoor, The Lawyer you would never want to mess with because he knows how to shut mouth just by one sentence. Or a lot of times just by his glare. Running the most successful Law Firm of States, he has build everything one would desire for. Yet the hunger of Success never satiate. He had it all under control. His work, his life, his emotions and his heart. Until.. Vrinda Shah, The one who can make your life heaven or hell, depending on the actions. A law graduate, who act first and then think. Sometimes it brings her good but once it bought her something which she never even thought of. A Marriage! Two people who made love as tough as anyone can yet as easy as someone could. Two people who were tied due to one action but who knew that sacred knot would open so many knots in their lives. It's Their Story from Lawfully Wedded, Hated and Loved.

Book 1 of "The Alliance Series" Can be read stand alone. •••••••••••••••••••••••••♡♡♡♡•••••••••••••••••••••••• "Marry him, or I'll ruin your company and destroy your career," his words echo in my mind like the toll of a relentless bell. How can a father do this to his daughter? Sacrificing me for power and alliances... Now, here I am, marrying a man I barely know-Ranveer Singh Rathore. ~~~~~~~~~~~|••••••••|~~~~~~~~~~~ "'Remember one thing, Mrs. Adira Ranveer Singh Rathore-you're married to me now. You bear the responsibility of being a Rathore and will always follow my orders." His words hit like bullets, each piercing deeper, and there's no way for me to escape. "'Sweetheart, your only crime is being a Rathore. And I'm here to destroy every last one of them." ••••••••••••••••••••••••♡♡♡♡♡••••••••••••••••••••••• A marriage without love is bound only by an alliance. Adira and Ranveer are tied together in this sacred bond for the sake of their families. But will love ever bloom between them? Will this marriage thrive, or will it remain a cold, calculated arrangement of convenience? Will they grow apart, or will fate bring them closer? ☆☆☆☆☆ Join us as we witness a union built on deals and alliances, not affection. What does destiny hold for Adira and Ranveer? And who is the mysterious figure determined to destroy the Rathores? ___________________________________________ Tropes:- Arrange marriage Forced marriage Pasts and betrayals Mafia leads Billionaire x Millionaire CEO X CEO Businessman x Businesswoman Strong female lead Slowburn romance Green flag leads

Urvi never thought she'd be here-married to her sister's ex-husband, the man who once loved her with a passion that set the world on fire. But now, he's a stranger to her-emotionally closed off, locked in the past, unable to see her for who she is. Ten years older, a man shaped by heartbreak, he doesn't want her. Not like he once wanted her sister. His heart is a fortress she can't break into. And yet, she longs for him. To be seen. To be touched. To be loved. What happens when her burning desire underneath the drapes of saree seduces him? Will he fulfill her desire..or will Urvi remain bound in loveless marriage forever?? Dive into, SEDUCTION IN SAREE HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT!! RATED 18+

The cold press of steel against her forehead was nothing compared to the fire blazing in his eyes. His fingers, calloused and commanding, dug into her waist as though she might vanish if he loosened his grip. Her breath came out in ragged, uneven bursts, but her chin lifted, trembling yet defiant, meeting the monster in front of her head-on. The gun didn't waver, but his eyes did. "Kill me.," she whispered, her voice breaking like glass. Her plea was not born of weakness but of exhaustion - a soul battered too long by a storm she never chose. Tears clung stubbornly to her lashes but didn't fall. She wouldn't give him the satisfaction of seeing her break. For a heartbeat, silence pulsed between them, louder than any gunshot. His thumb brushed against her skin - not gently, but like a warning, a claim. The metal against her forehead was ice; his palm at her waist burned. She closed her eyes, almost welcoming the darkness she thought would follow. But nothing came. No shot. No release. Only his ragged breath, heavy with something she couldn't name. "Say it again," he growled, voice low, dangerous, and rough. Her eyes snapped open, tears flowing like a free river through her eyes, and for the first time she saw it - the crack in his armor. He hated her for asking, hated himself for hesitating. "I said KILL ME. PLEASE just do it," she repeated, louder this time, as though her words could pierce through whatever war was raging inside him. "I-I can't go through this anyy-m-more." And for the first time in his life, the man who never blinked at blood, at screams, at endings, faltered. His finger tightened on the trigger. His grip on her waist tightened too. The world narrowed down to this moment - predator and prey, sin and innocence, violence and something dangerously close to longing.

"You always had been a replacement for me. I'd never wanted you in my life. These words slipped out of his mouth , while signing the divorce papers. "Shivay and anika got tied in the relationship , which never had any future. And it's all because her sister got in an accident on the marriage day. Both families blamed her for her sister's condition. And made her marry shivaay forcefully. Whole six months she stayed with him. And when she started getting comfortable in the relationship. Then all of sudden ,her sister wakes up and her parents announce that she has to let shivaay go and divorce him.as her sister is back to take , whatever was belong to her. Will she able to save her marriage. Or yer again will he slaughter by her own people.??

Aarohi Tiwari never expected her long-time secret crush to become her husband. She was supposed to quietly admire Hriday Chaturvedi from a distance-handsome hotel heir, her father's old friend's son, the boy who once comforted her in the garden when her bunny was hurt and the man she spent years pretending not to look at. But fate has a dramatic sense of humour. On the night of his wedding, Hriday's bride runs away and Aarohi's father suggests the unthinkable. One impulsive decision, one stunned mandap, and one accidental baraat later, Aarohi becomes the replaced bride. Now married to the man she's loved since eighteen, Aarohi must navigate new rooms, shared beds, surprise tenderness and a husband who seems far too calm about everything except when songs turn romantic or she smiles too brightly. A replaced bride. A secret crush. A fated slow burn. Welcome to a romance where destiny shows up with dhols, drama and dulhaniya-level chaos.