Vivien never thought her favorite mafia novel would become her prison-until she woke up inside it, trapped as the villainess fiancée who was supposed to die. She wasn't the heroine. She was the cruel woman who tormented Alina, the girl sold to Dante Moretti. A woman hated by everyone... and killed by the man she was promised to. But Vivien remembers every page. Every betrayal. Every heartbeat before her death. Determined to rewrite her fate, she avoids Dante and Alina, hoping to stay invisible. Only Dante doesn't look away. His icy gaze follows her like a predator's hunt. The cold, ruthless mafia king becomes dangerously obsessed-with Vivien She was never meant to be loved. Now she's his only desire. And in his world, obsession never lets go. At this point she wasn't running from the plot But his obsession.. ⚠️I claim this book is mine. If u didn't liked the storyline then please don't read. Don't be rude. Thank you⚠️

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐦𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮." ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ "Hold on a little, we'll be home soon!" she reassured him, Brushing his front hair back with her palm in a soothing manner and kissing his forehead softly. He nuzzled his face into her neck, inhaling her sweet comforting scent. "I'm home. " He whispered against her neck. ⋆⭒˚｡⋆₊ ⊹ 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐡 : He's the king of his own realm, his spirit is untamed and his boundaries nonexistent. Rules and regulations mean nothing to him as he craves his own path. He effortlessly acquires everything he desires for. The mere thought of someone daring to refuse him sends a surge of fury coursing through his veins. His anger knows no bounds. He is the typical player, the handsome bad boy. 𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐀𝐥𝐚𝐦 : In the realm of her dreams and aspirations, she comes to London for studying in her dream university. Her eyes sparkling with determination and her heart has an unwavering spirit of becoming a designer. She is a delicate flower, swaying with the gentlest breeze, yet her strength is unyielding. She is beautiful, she is bold, she is fierce.

This is a short village story from 1980's era.. Completed ✔️ # Top1 in India ( 06/01/2026) # Top2 in India (05/01/2026 ) # Top7 in India (11,12/01/2026) # Top8 in India (11/01/2026) 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭. 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤 (𝟏𝟖+) When twenty-year-old Gauri, a naive and soft-spoken village girl, suddenly found herself tied in marriage to Madhav, a twenty-five-year-old shy and gentle man who spent most his days from morning to evening working in the fields, neither of them knew where or how to begin. They were two inexperienced souls, bound by a relationship they didn't fully understand. Gauri had never imagined what kind of husband she wanted, nor had she ever dreamed of love the way stories described it. And Madhav? He was far too absorbed in his farm and his duty toward his widowed mother to think about marriage or women. His life began and ended with the soil beneath his feet and the responsibilities on his shoulders. Two strangers, unaware of love's language, now share the same roof. But destiny had other plans because somewhere in Madhav's past still lived a woman. The woman who once dreamed of a future with him. And when fate decides to bring that past back into his present,will time heal what love could not or will the past come knocking on the door of their fragile new beginning?

When the most ruthless king, after conquering nearly the entire kingdom, captures a princess bound to him not by blood, but by destiny - a fragile soul against a man of stone - what unfolds next is a tale written in fire and fate. Story from the 1350s __________ His voice dropped further, a cold growl vibrating through the chamber. "Do you even realize," he snarled, "Who are you pointing that blade at?" His words cracked in the still air. "I could finish you with a snap of my fingers, foolish girl." He leaned in-not forward, not risking the blade-but with a shift of presence, reminding her of the power he carried like a second skin. "As my wife," he continued, each word laced with warning, "You are meant to obey. You are to be quiet. You are to do as commanded." A beat. His eyes narrowed. "Now put the dagger down and get into that bed... before I lose the last of my patience and pass your death sentence myself." The threat hung heavily in the air. But she did not move. And neither did the dagger pressed to his chest-The first weapon ever to make Rudravardhan Singh Rathore pause. "Wife." The word left Ratanpriya's lips not as a title... but as mockery. A blade dipped in quiet contempt. "Don't you know," she said, her voice low and level beneath the veil, "A Kshatriya princess chooses her own husband? And I..." A breath, cold as steel. "...never chose you." Rudravardhan's jaw tightened. His eyes darkened. In a flash, the dagger was ripped from her hand and sent clattering into the far corner of the chamber. His grip seized her wrist-one arm trapped painfully behind her back, the other pinned against the stone railing. Her back pressed against his chest, each breath of his a storm rolling through her stillness. "You accept or not," he hissed, voice burning against her veil, "I am your husband. And I am your fate."

ROYAL SERIES #2 Love is an integral part of Marriage life. But there was not a pinch of love in their marriage life. They lived under the same roof but as strangers. It is a story of Muskaan Jayveer Pratap Singh & Jayveer Pratap Singh.They are bound by an Arranged marriage. Muskaan was the sweet princess of Udaipur who fell in love with him at first sight. On the other hand, Jayveer was the soon-to-be king of Jaipur, CEO of PRATAB Industries, whose heart was betrayed by lies. He had to get married to her for an heir. But did he ever realize her love for him? Let's see how their story ends with..... #1 heir(16/07/2024) #1 storytelling(24/07/2024)