Life is cruel, but sometimes strangely kind. Failure can break you-but what if it also reshapes you? What if the pieces you thought were lost are only waiting for someone else's broken pieces to complete them? This is not a story of perfect love. This is the story of Dhruv Rajput and Ishita Ranawat - two souls scarred by betrayal and pain, who once believed love and marriage were nothing but cages. Dhruv Rajput: a brilliant criminal lawyer, self-made, ambitious, fearless. Yet behind his perfection lies a quiet tragedy - betrayal that shattered his faith in love. His only anchor is his eight-month-old son, Akay. Love? For Dhruv, it's just a mask for the ugliest truths. Ishita Ranawat: strong yet delicate, soft yet unbending. Born into a family that saw daughters as burdens, forced into a toxic marriage, she watched her dreams and identity fade. When she gave life to her daughter, Vamika, she was cast aside. For Ishita, love is a cruel illusion. Two broken people. Two innocent children. Can Akay and Vamika become the reason their parents find light again? Can they heal wounds too deep and make their parents believe in second chances? When destiny forces Dhruv and Ishita into an arranged marriage neither wants, their hearts resist, their scars protest. But love has a way of seeping through even the hardest walls. Will Dhruv learn that not every woman betrays? Will Ishita discover that not every marriage is a cage? His Arranged Wife is a story of strength, trust rebuilt, and wounds healed - where two broken halves may finally find their whole.

Book 3- of His Series For all those curvy girls who just wanted to be loved, to those who are drawn together by fate, in ways they may never understand. Here's to the love found not just by chance but by destiny. _____________________________________ Shivansh Singh Rathore: 29, took over his father's position as a mafia king, the eldest son- cold and ruthless mafia king, feared by all who know his name. His power is undeniable, his identity known to everyone, yet his heart remains loyal only to his family. "𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚." Amisha Rao: 24, a sweet and resilient young woman facing challenges at home. Often judged for her appearance and disliked by many, yet she finds solace in her secret life as an anonymous writer, where her true voice shines through despite the darkness surrounding her. "𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒎𝒆, 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓." _______________ In a world where destinies collide, Shivansh Singh Rathore, a ruthless mafia king, and Amisha Rao, a sweet yet misunderstood young woman, find their lives unexpectedly intertwined. As secrets unravel and challenges arise, they must navigate their complex realities and confront what destiny has in store for them.

Book 3 of "Arranged Marriage" Series An arranged marriage of a Mafia princess, from Italy and a Business tycoon, from India, based in Italy with a handful of Mafia connection. Dive into their story of love, adventure and yeah, a little bloodshed, with a lot of spice....🌶 . . . . "Who did this to you?" He growled and gritted his teeth "No one. Leave it" I said I can feel anger radiating off from him. His eyes are red and nose flaring. I gulped and looked away trying to free my hands from his grip "WHO?" his voice dangerous now "NO. ONE!" I stressed glaring at him "Tell me the fucking name, before I set this fucking world ablaze" He seethed pulling me closer "Why do you care?" I asked angrily "Why do I care? WHY DO I FUCKING CARE?" he yelled and grabbed my hips making my body flush against him He fisted my hair and tipped up my head. His eyes met mine. His breath fell on my face. I can smell him. Fine cedarwood and cinnamon. "You want to know, why do I care? Huh?" His challenge sending shivers through my spine "Y-yeah" I stammered and winced as I felt the wound stinging "Because you are mine. My fucking wife. No one get to hurt you! Not even me. If anyone touches you, they fucking die" He yelled at my face A zoo of butterflies exploded in my belly, as I felt his confession running all over my body. I gulped and stared at his eyes which were screaming anger. His eyes wandered all over my face, as my eyes brimmed "Who, mia moglie. Last fucking chance!" He gritted "Me" I paused and he furrowed his brows, as a drop of tear ran down my cheek "It was me. If you want to kill, you can kill me" A few more tears escaped I hate to be vulnerable like this!!! "It was you?" He stared at me and I nodded "Come here!" He just pulled me to him and the next moment he is on the bed, I am on his lap with his arms around me. . . . . Arranged/forced marriage Mafia princess x Business man(mafia) Grumpy x partially grumpy Indian guy x Italian gir

Book 1 of "Arranged Marriage" Series Dive into this Arranged Marriage which is spicy, salty and sweet. They saw, they fought, they quarrelled and they lived........ Enter into their life full of chaos and calm . . . . . . . . . . . . "Don't you fucking dare to touch my things. My family wanted a daughter-in-law and I wanted a wife for name-sake to ascend the throne of Rathores. So stay away from me and my things." He angrily spat. I was on the verge of breaking my patience. What do he think of himself. "DO YOU GET IT?" He yelled. And that's it. It was my saturation point. "NO!!!!, I don't get it and yes DO NOT YELL!!! I can also do that. May be better than you, so keep your voice down and I am not interested in you and your belongings from the fucking beginning. So don't worry I won't interfere in your personal space." I quoted the "personal space" giving pressure to that word. I think he is awestruck or may be shocked that I gave him a reply. He came close, I mean deadly closer that our breaths mingled together. But I didn't budge from my position. We were only a inch far from each other. He literally hovered over me and I thought that the night will last long in fighting with the monster of my husband. But he just glared deadly at me and stormed off to the washroom slamming the door shut. Then I released the breath which I didn't even notice I was holding. . . . . . . Strong male and female characters Grumpy x Sunshine Arrogant x Sweet South Indian girl

𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝖝 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚 𝐇𝐢𝐦~ "𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮" 𝐇𝐞𝐫~ "𝐈.. 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭..... " When an arranged marriage brings these two together, how will the neglected girl cope with life alongside the man who rules all he sees??? What happens when the ruthless king becomes obsessed with someone who never learned to ask for anything at all?? She offers softness to a man who knows only strength. He gives protection to a woman who never realized she needed it... His eyes soften only for her. Her heart beats only for him... Together, they discover that some wounds heal best in the hands of another.. Will the king who takes everything he wants finally learn to give??? Will the woman who expects nothing finally learn to receive?? Start: 06 July 2024 End: 20 March 2025

Book 2 of "Arranged Marriage" Series Here is the story of a couple who were arranged to marry eachother. And lived together fighting, loving and caring. ✨She was the lightning to his thunderous life, which he never saw coming his way ✨He was the fragrance of love to her colourful life, which lacked it, which she never saw coming that too from her bestfriend's elder brother . . . . "DON'T FUCKING ACT IN FRONT OF ME....... YOU ARE SUCH A FUCKING FOOL THAT YOU THOUGHT I WOULD BELIEVE THIS ACT LIKE MY FAMILY DOES... BLOODY GOLD DIGGING BITCH...." he shouted at me holding my arms in a tight grip "What are you even saying?" I asked as I am hell confused and tried to yank my hand back but his grip tightened "You wanted money right? So you become a Raizada by marrying me..... But listen to me very fucking carefully...... YOU ARE NO FUCKING ONE TO ME. I WON'T EVER ACCEPT YOU AS MY FUCKING WIFE AND DON'T EVEN THINK OF EXPECTING ME TO ACT AS A HUSBAND BECAUSE I WON'T" he yelled I don't know what he is saying but I am not tolerating this thing. He even called me a bitch. My arms are also burning by his hold. I am angry now. I took a deep breath calming down myself and said, "I don't know what you are saying-" "Of course you won't..... You are such a naive and innocent girl after all.... YOU ARE A FUCKING GOLD DIGGER, A WOMAN WHO MARRIED SOMEONE FOR MONEY AND-" "ENOUGH!!!!" I yanked my arms from his hold and pointed my finger at him "I don't know what are you referring to but you can't fucking say whatever the fuck you want... SO BE IN YOUR LIMITS" I seethed and at the end raised my voice. His eyes darkened and in a swift motion he held my wrists and locked it behind my back and held my throat in a firm grip "Raise your voice at me again and see what happens next" he said against my face. No against my lips. His breaths fanning my face..... . . . . . Arrogant x Sweet CEO x Professor South Indian girl Strong female and male leads Grumpy x Sunshine

Adit Bhattacharya x Naina Joshi "Hearts" series Book I SERENE HEARTS..... ❤️✨ Here is the story of two hearts loving eachother unconditionally. Their life with a lots of love, little chaos and full fun, with a huge family. An arranged marriage story. And the second generation story of His. Mrs Rathore.... ✨He gave her a family, while she gave him all of the love she had✨ . . . . . . . "I am no match for you" I said with tears streaming down my face "Who said that?" His jaw clenched as he held me by arms "Look at us Adit ji. We are never meant to be together" I said yanking my hands away "And I asked, who the fuck said that?" He roared coming closer "ME..!!! I said that. I am saying that. Why can't you understand this simple thing? We are not for eachother" I screamed and sobbed "And I am saying that you are the one for me. If it's not you. Then no fucking one" he said looking straight into my eyes "Why are you doing this Adit ji?" I asked "It's my choice. You are my choice. My wife. My home. My muse. I am not leaving you ever" he said with determination in his voice as he stepped forward "But I am not beautiful. I am not upto your standards. I don't deserve you. I don't deserve your family. Your love" I cried moving back "I am such a bad omen. I am not good to anyone. I-" "Say another word about my wife and you will face my wrath Naina" he seethed as my back hit the wall. "Stop it adit ji. I am not worth it. It's not-....mmhm" My sentence got cut in the middle and I stumbled back a little as his lips crashed down on mine, in urgency. With pure rage and hunger. With all the fueling passion. With every ounce of his love for me. He sucked onto my mouth and whispered, "You want to know your worth. Right? I will show you" he said and kissed me furiously pinning me to the wall . . . . . . . . . . . . . Family Sunshine x Sunshine Insecure girl Poor x Rich Artist x dancer Family x orphan

" 𝐑𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐞'𝐬 𝐩𝐢𝐧, 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐢 " ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ★ 𝗬𝘂𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘁 ᥫ᭡ 𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗶 ★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Start : 04/Jan/2023 end : 16/June/2023

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

"𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐨𝐧 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝" This is a multi-couple novel based on the second generation of Whispers of Romance and Mafia King's Innocent Biwi. Lead Couple 1: A heartfelt love story between a cardiologist and a corporate employee. She's the eldest daughter, someone who no longer believes love is meant for her. She has stopped seeking it, but he, deeply rooted in his belief in love, handles all her moods and walls with unwavering patience and a warm smile. Lead Couple 2: A sweet tale of two lawyers who are childhood sweethearts. Growing up witnessing the deep love between their parents, they've carried feelings for each other for years. But despite their bond, both are adorably shy and still haven't confessed their emotions. There are several more couples in this story, each with their own unique dynamics. Check out the character aesthetics for more on their tropes and delightfully chaotic relationships. Join me as we dive into their journeys and watch how love slowly heals them all.