Book #1 of Never Duet "You would never be more than just a replacement, you'd never be mine." She had no choice in marriage or in running away from it. From him. The man who was supposed to marry her sister would get her now. Whether she fought, ran and begged. He'd drag her back on gun point if it meant she became his replacement bride. Deal. Reputation. Business. Three words that changed her fate. Three words to best describe why everyone wanted this marriage-except her. And before she could hope for this marriage to turn real, he made sure she never dared to. Tropes: Replaced bride Marriage of convenience Forced marriage Age gap Artist x Businessman Forced proximity

Meet Avya & Rudra - A Love Story Written in Pain and Passion... Avya - a soft-spoken, kind-hearted girl with dreams in her eyes and scars in her soul. Rudra - a storm in human form, cold from the outside, but burning within. They were never meant to meet... But destiny had other plans. She believed in healing. He believed in revenge. Where Avya saw light, Rudr lived in shadows. And yet, they collided - like fire and rain - incomplete without each other. But what happens when love isn't enough? What happens when the past threatens to destroy their fragile bond? This is not just a love story... It's a war between pain and passion, scars and salvation. A tale that will make your heart ache, smile, and bleed - all at once. Are you ready to feel every emotion? Then step into the world of Avya & Rudr. Their story begins now... ❤️

"Please Abhi ji... " she begged, her voice shaky, eyes searching his face for a flicker of mercy. She stepped back until the wall stopped her escape, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She could see it in his eyes-he was angry. But his voice? Too calm. Too controlled. And that scared her more than his rage ever could. He took another step forward, calm as ever, as if he wasn't burning inside. "Jaana, dar kyun rahi ho? Main kuch nahi karunga. Mat daro," he said smoothly, but the coldness in his gaze betrayed the lie behind his soft tone. (Darling, why are you scared? I won't do anything. Don't be afraid.) Her voice broke, laced with panic. "Aapne vada kiya tha... ki aap mujh par zabardasti nahi karenge," she reminded him, holding on to the last thread of hope. (You promised... that you wouldn't force yourself on me,) He smiled slightly, a calm too dangerous to trust."Aur Jaana, aapne bhi toh vada kiya tha ki aap apne boyfriend se kabhi nahi milengi. Aapne apna vada tod diya... ab meri baari " (And darling, you also promised that you would never meet your boyfriend. You broke your promise... now it's my turn.) His hands gripped her wrists and pressed them gently against the wall, not hurting her, but not letting her go either. Then, with a deliberate slowness, he leaned in and kissed her earlobe-sending a shiver down her spine. She squeezed her eyes shut, her heart pounding. She knew this wasn't about love. It was about control. Tropes: Grumpy × Sunshine He fell first, but she fell harder Possessive officer × innocent college girl Obsessed from the first glance Morally grey protector Touch her and you're dead Jealousy in uniform "Stay away from me" × "Make me" Danger disguised as devotion "I'm not good for you" × "I don't care" Trigger Warning: This story contains mature and sensitive themes including smut, manipulation, obsessive love, non-consensual scenes, and emotional/physical coercion .

Once, their families were bound by trust. Now, they're divided by blood. Reyansh Shergill, heir to a ruthless mafia empire, and Amaira Raichand, the golden-hearted doctor. They both were childhood sweethearts but something turned their cute bond into hatred. 18 years they've been away from each other, The past burned their bond to ashes, and hatred filled what love had left behind. But when Amaira's brother dared to run away with Reyansh's only sister, the final spark was lit. For revenge, Reyansh did the unthinkable thing......he married Amaira. Not for love, but for Revenge. And Amaira? Did she wanted it? Maybe yes or Maybe No. Dive into the story to witness how their bond turns from 'Childhood sweetheart to Enemies to Lovers'

"𝑰𝒇 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒓." She stabbed the knife into his heart. He didn't flinch. Instead, he smiled-soft, almost relieved-pulling her into his arms and pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. "You think I didn't know?" he murmured. "I saw this coming long before you did. And I still walked toward it... because it was you and you wanted it. I gave it all."

~ 𝑨 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒄𝒐𝒎 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐕𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐚 ♡ 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐧 Vedika is a quiet, introverted girl who believes being alone is safe, not unloved-soft, unseen, and untouched by the world's noise. But brave enough to stand against wrong. Ahan Singh Rathore is her opposite in every way-lively, extroverted, a football player, the most famous and handsome guy in college. He is the kind of man who loves and hates with his whole heart; there is no in-between. And when they meet they clash: He wanted her to surrender, yet she had never learned how. Their tangled family ties bind them together in ways neither can escape, even when they wish they could. And something happens that brutally changes their life no one expected. What happened that their lives are totally changed ? What are those family relations that they couldn't solve. Will their rivalry melt into something softer, sweeter, and full of surprising turns? Let's step into the story.❤️

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

⤞ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈 ⤝ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴀᴠᴀɢᴇᴅ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ sᴇʀɪᴇs In every story, men run from their past-desperate not to let their shadows poison the light of the women who enter their lives. But what if a man didn't run? What if he wanted his shadows to touch her? To own her. Haunt her. To pull her into the fire he built himself. Because she wasn't just his light. She was his bait-a living, breathing key to the monsters still hiding in his past. ✧˚ · . Aarvay Singh Raizada ✧˚ · . rose from the blood-soaked gutters of a city that never slept-only watched. Now, he stands as Asia's most feared and revered name: CEO of Raizada Group of Companies by day. Kingpin of the underground syndicate Noctis Dominion by night. Haunted by a past cloaked in grief, questions, and a wife's mysterious death... Aarvay lives in silence. In sleeplessness. In sin. ✧˚ · . Saayra Mittal ✧˚ · . knows nothing of shadows. A soft-spoken, steady girl with dreams stitched together by duty and ailing hopes- ...and completely unaware that someone, somewhere, watches her every move. Obsessing. Following. Claiming her as his. But when Aarvay and Saayra's paths cross, it isn't fate. It's design. Because he chooses her. Not for love. Not for forever. But as the trap to lure his wife's killer into the light. What he doesn't expect... Is to fall into the very fire he set. He never sinned by loving. He sinned by using love. And now? That sin might cost him the only woman who ever mattered. Tropes : ~ Age gap ~ Stalker ~ Murder mystery ~ slowburn ~ touch her and die ~ she fell first he fell harder ~ Boss x Employee

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

Set in the 1980s, in a village where traditions hold more power than dreams. Tara-a young woman trapped by societal expectations, burdened by rejection, and scarred by loss. With nowhere left to turn, she finds herself at the edge of despair, questioning if there's anything left to fight for. Then there's Dhruv-a man who refuses to accept the world's injustices as fate. Practical yet defiant, he challenges the very beliefs that have kept Tara caged. When their paths collide on a fateful night, neither of them realizes that this meeting will change their lives forever. This is their story-a tale of love, defiance, and the struggle to break free from a society that refuses to change. But in a world where rules are set in stone, can love truly rewrite destiny? ☆ Warning - This story explores themes that may be sensitive or uncomfortable for some readers. It is entirely fictional and based on my imagination. Given its setting in the 1980s, in a rural village, certain events may reflect harsh societal realities. Reader discretion is advised.