He ruled kingdoms, but she ruled him. ... ... ... ... ... ... ... He was born to rule. She was born to feel. And somehow... their worlds collided. Arav Singh Rathore - heir of the oldest royal family in Rajasthan. Rich, composed, untouchable - a man everyone feared to love and loved to fear. But behind the crown, behind the cold eyes and tailored suits, lives a man who's forgotten how to be human. Until Meera Sharma walks into his palace. A shy, emotional girl with a soft heart, teary eyes, and a smile that could bring life to the deadest walls. She's clumsy, she cries too easily, and she talks to flowers like they're friends - but somehow, she becomes the only thing the royal heir can't control. She was never meant to belong to his world. But he- he was ready to burn the world for her. 💍 He had power, money, and a crown... but she was his only weakness.

💍"Tied by Fate, Bound by Love"💍 Two powerful souls. Two clashing tempers. One sacred bond: Marriage. They can't stand each other-or maybe they just pretend to. But when destiny ties Shivanya Malhotra and Abhimanyu Singh Rathore together in a bond neither can escape, what begins as fire and fury slowly turns into something much deeper... No breakups. No heartbreak. Just love-and lots of it. 💗 --- ✨Meet the Protagonists✨ 👑 Abhimanyu Singh Rathore (28) The Hukum Sa of Rajasthan CEO of Rathore Constructions Co. A ruthless businessman, a loyal son, and a hidden romantic waiting for his Rani Sa Gym freak, dangerously protective, and not someone you want as an enemy. 💼 Shivanya Malhotra (25) CEO of Malhotra Co. & Architects Sweet, bubbly, and sassy-with a past that makes her guard her heart Fiercely loyal, fashionably desi-modern, and not afraid to knock a man down a peg (or three). --- Tropes You'll Love: • Billionaire × Billionaire 💰 • CEO × CEO 👔 • He fell first... but both fell hard 💘 • Romantic Comedy with Royal Flavors 👑 • Sassy, bold female lead 🔥 • Family, laughter, and unconditional love ❤️ --- Disclaimer: I do not own any pictures or videos-only the story is mine. Give it a try-you're going to fall in love with their journey. 🌸

Rudra was my love and so was I for him until I came to know that everything was just a game. Emotions and blood have that sacred bond that the thickness of blood matters on the emotions running through the nerves. Mine was the love, eternal love, and his was the revenge, deadly revenge. That two months were the most blissful of mine when I felt his love pouring over every bit of me. I was wet in the ocean of his love to the core that it did not take me to think twice to submit all of myself to him. To the extent that the title of the Princess, daughter of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhishree, and pride of Mahabalesgarh did not matter to me. I gave all of me to him on that particular night. His love made me submit to the extent that I forgot that doing this before marriage would be considered a sin. The night was long, happening, and tiring, and I realized that by my state in the morning. The naked self, broken bangles, and a messed up bed. And, I was not alone to witness it. The whole Empire knew what happened between me and Rudra. My family shook to the core and I was broken to know that he left me just with a letter. "A scar your family gave to me and a scar I gave to your family" And, I was shattered to know that everything was just a plot for revenge. My tears did not stop for weeks. I could not believe how could I do that. How could I go deeper into him that I did not think about my family, their reputation, and pride? He ruined me, my life, and my family. The woman was considered to be the delicate flower of the family's pride and he burnt it by just plucking it. But, this was not to be done. Not with me, not with anyone and I made up my mind to extend the invitation of my ceremony to choose a suitor for marriage to his King, his Uncle, a eighty years old man searching for a young bride to produce heirs. And, to him to taste his food. The Revenge. Which burns Rudra for her now. Copyright@2023 Mature Theme!

"Main usse nafrat karta hoon... par mera dil nafrat karna hi nahi chahta. Yeh dil sirf usse pyaar karna chaahata hai, par main... main kar nahi sakta..." They had been in an arranged marriage for more than a year. For her, it was nothing more than a convenience, and for him, it was completely loveless. Everything was going as usual-two lives under the same roof, but staying in different rooms. He went on long business trips and buried himself in work just to avoid being near her. He kept telling himself that he hated her, and he forced his mind to believe it. But then, something changed. He tried to keep up the act, but his heart was no longer listening to him. It didn't belong to him anymore; it belonged to her. He wanted to stay cold, but his own heart refused to obey his commands. No matter how much he claimed to hate her, his heart finally fought back, refusing to hate the one person it was meant to love. Finally, he found himself falling for his wife all over again. But what about her? Will she finally accept the man who waited for her for more than a decade? The man who has only ever loved her, whose very existence finds its purpose in her, and whose heart beats with only one rhythm which reminds him everytime - SIRF TUM❤️ Sirf Tum. Only Her. _._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._ | Dreamy • Devoted • Enternal | Welcome to my book, Sirf Tum: Only Her ★★★

"WHAT DO YOU MEAN SHE IS GONE?" He shouted at the poor guard. The guard flinched and lowered his head, "She knocked me out as soon as we left. She killed the other 3 spies you had in the Italian guard. She went home." He cowered pathetically. Petro looked at him and chucked, not a humorless chuckle but an eerily calm chuckle. The men took a step back, "Home?" He asked. His fist slammed against the desk, "HER HOME IS HERE. WITH ME! IF SHE WAS HOME SHE WOULD BE WITH ME!" He screamed loosing control. - Serafina is an abused 5 year old whose escape plan leads her to Alessandro Donatello the Italian Mafia Boss and his four teenage sons. Being older brothers to a little girl is new to them. Down the road of trust, loyalty, and love she became an assassin and not just any assassin a 7 year old assassin. How did that come to be? And most importantly how did she become the mafias post prized possession. Their flame. *The Mafia's Flame* (A Family Reunion Story) 4 older brothers 19 older cousins 1 little sister 1 mafia family - COMPLETED ON 12, OCT 2020 Highest Rankings #1 in lostprincess #1 in lostdaughter #1 in mafiaprincess #1 in bigbrothers #1 in trained #1 in cousins #1 in reunited #1 in onlygirl #1 in flame #1 in separated #2 in adopted #2 in kidnapped #5 in mafia #6 in brothers #6 in assassin #11 in littlesister ©️ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION FOR THIS BOOK TO BE POSTED ON ANY OTHER PLATFORM.

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Ivana grew up alone. She was alone since the day she was born and she was sure she would also die alone. Without anyone by her side she struggled to make a living, till one day two men stood infront of her door, claiming to be her brothers. Getting to meet her overwhelmed father, her overprotective older brothers and the obsessed man from the rival mafia, Ivana didn't know how to feel nor act anymore. Experiencing love and care for the first time, the feeling of finally belonging isn't the only thing Ivana will have to get used to.

"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."

Can be read as standalone. Aryaman Ranawat - Heir to Ranawat Empire. Prince of Jaigadh. Cold, brooding, dominating and a shrewd businessman. Fun and loving when with family, rude and arrogant for the outsiders. He is hot as fire and can be cold as ice, depending on the side you trigger. Loves his twin and younger sister the most but loves his mother a little more. Has the brains and looks of his father Maitri Rathore- A fun loving middle class girl interning in the top most company of America as an accountant. A full crack head. Speaks her mind out loudly. Wears her heart on her sleeves, living the life the way it comes to her. A simple motto of her life 'When life gives you lemons, add vodka and ice' If he was the fire that could burn then she was the fire that could give warmth. If he was the cold that could freeze then she was the cold that gave peace. Both different from each other and yet so similar. What would their journey be like? Checkout Emotionally Detached

★Blushing Stars★ Chhavi Mishra, nineteen, was soft-spoken, gentle, and raised far away from the glittering world of the royals. All she carried was innocence and a heart that dreamed quietly. Yuvaan Singhania, twenty-seven, was the heir to one of the most powerful families-proud, distant, and born to command. His silence was sharp, his presence intimidating, and his life had no room for love. When destiny tied them in an arranged marriage, it wasn't love at first sight, but a clash of worlds-her warmth against his coldness, her blush against his storms. But sometimes, love blooms in the most unexpected places... under the weight of family legacies and the glow of blushing stars. 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀🌷 ⋆ ★ 𝗔𝗿𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 ★ 𝗚𝗿𝘂𝗺𝗽𝘆 × 𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗲 ★ 𝗖𝘂𝘁𝗲 ＆ 𝗦𝗵𝘆 𝗙𝗟 ★ 𝗚𝗿𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗠𝗟 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗖𝗵 01 𝘁𝗼 𝗟𝗮𝘀𝘁 ★ 𝗢𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗛𝗲𝗿 ★ 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 By: Chocowrts