Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

Dr prachi singhania delicate broken heart girl who craves for love got a man who fixed her broken scattered heart by decorating 🎀 it beautifully with his love.

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐗 𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐈) "𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐚 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠." 🌹 When 𝑽𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂, an outspoken doctor, dares to challenge 𝑯𝒆𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑹𝒆𝒅𝒅𝒚, the ruthless and power-hungry chief minister, she unknowingly seals her fate. Her defiance ignites his fury, and in a move of revenge, he forces her into a marriage she never wanted. But Vaishali isn't one to surrender-if he wants a battle, she's ready to give him one. What begins as a war of dominance turns into something far more dangerous as secrets unravel and hidden identities come to light. Beneath her white coat, Vaishali carries a past that could shake the very foundations of power Hemansh stands on. As the lines between love and hate blur, so do the rules of the game they're playing. In a world where power is everything, will love be their greatest strength-or their ultimate downfall? 📚✨ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬! 🙏 📖 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭! 💖

He was fire. She was the wind. And together, they could either destroy the world... or heal it. Rana Rudraksh Vardhan-Asia's most powerful businessman and the feared head of the Asian Mafia and the secret crowned prince of Vardhapur. He is untouchable, unbreakable, and cursed. Every woman who marries into the Vardhan bloodline dies within a year, and Rudraksh has embraced that darkness as his fate. Rivanya Bedi is his complete opposite-a compassionate soul with unshakable faith in Maa Gauri. Forced into marriage as a replacement for her step-sister, she is thrown into Rudraksh's world of blood, betrayal, and secrets that could burn her alive. But what she doesn't expect is the man behind the mask... the one whose pain runs deeper than the curse that haunts him. As Shiv meets Shakti, fire meets wind, and love collides with destiny, will their union receive the blessing of the gods? Or will Rudraksh and Rivanya be torn apart by the curse that has claimed every soul before hers? RUDRAVANYA - a story of love, power, and the divine war between fate and faith.

Yuvraj Singh Yadhuvanshi is a strikingly handsome yet ruthless mafia king, a billionaire whose life is steeped in darkness and intimidation. He revels in the thrill of the chase, pursuing his enemies with a sadistic pleasure, torturing them until they beg for death. To him, love is a futile distraction-a weakness that can destroy a person from within. He believes that he can achieve his desires by any means necessary, viewing emotions as impediments to power. But when he lays eyes on Ishita Singhania, a sweet, innocent, and bubbly young woman who embodies everything he despises, his world begins to unravel. In an instant, she becomes his obsession, and he is determined to possess her at any cost. Ishita Singhania is a hopeful romantic, a dreamer who believes in the profound strength of love. To her, love is a beacon that empowers her to face life's challenges, a promise that one day she will find someone to protect her-a shield against the world's cruelties. Yet, her once-innocent perspective is shattered by harsh realities. "Ishita reflects, "The word 'love' sounds enchanting in fiction, but in reality, it is a mere illusion. Only devils inhabit this world, ready to haunt, chase, and shatter you into a million pieces." What tragic event led to her disillusionment? What forces conspired to transform her belief in love into a haunting memory? As fate intertwines their lives, Yuvraj and Ishita are drawn together by a shared past that neither fully understands. When the truth of their intertwined histories is unveiled, will they confront the demons that bind them? Will they embrace the fate that draws them together, or will the shadows of their past tear them apart? In this thrilling tale of love, obsession, and redemption, the boundaries between right and wrong blur. It reveals that even in the darkest hearts, the possibility of love can linger-waiting for the right moment to ignite and either save or consume them both.

"You're atheist," I remind him. "You don't believe in god." "I believe in you," He murmurs, letting the cigarette hang from his lips. "I believe in whatever you believe." He says, letting the confession roll off his tongue as if it were that simple. As if god, the devil, heaven, hell-as if none of it really had meaning to him. "That's not how it works," I mutter as we walk down a few more alleyways-the city of Manhattan coated in a light blanket of snow. Henry Vitiello had never had anything to pray for, that is, until he met me-the only thing that had ever opened his mind up to the possibility of religion "Isn't it?" He argues, taking the cigarette by his middle and pointer finger before blowing the smoke out. "I'II dip my hands in holy water if it means I could touch you." "You'd probably burn." 𓆩♡𓆪 𝐇𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎, the reaper. He's a prick. An asshole. A pretentious son of a bitch. He's not perfect. He's not even decent. But he's hers. She could be a bottle labeled poison but he was an alcoholic, and he had drunk her empty. Now he was hungover. 𝐉𝐀𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒, the healer. She's known to be the perfect good girl, with perfect grades and a perfect life with a perfect family. They didn't know that behind the gated doors of their billion dollar estate, she was strapped down to a chair every night and picked apart just to be put back together in time for supper. 𓆩♡𓆪 star-crossed; adjective (of a person or a plan) thwarted by bad luck. 'star-crossed lovers' and that, they were. So they fucked under those very stars that tried so desperately to break them apart. 𓆩♡𓆪 ‼️DISCLAIMER ‼️ BOOK REFERENCES TO MARA DYER, SHATTER ME, MIND FUCK, ETC ARE ALL INTENTIONAL SO DONT BE RUDE. AS FOR TRIGGER WARN

Prem-Leela Series Book- 01 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚) "Marry me, Siya," his voice whispered. I should have laughed. I should have refused. What place did I have in his grand world of palaces and politics? And yet, I found myself saying yes. In a sunlit courtyard filled with the fragrance of marigolds and the cheers of villagers, I became Mrs. Regal Rathore, Queen of Raipur. But this was more than a marriage; it was a rebirth. Mature content ahead! Started - 4.07.2024 Ended - 6.04.2025 Copyrightnwanaa©2024_™

Book 1 of "DEVOTIONAL LOVE SERIES" ★•°•. Soft Romance .•°•★ "I ALWAYS LOVED YOU !!!", I shouted. Okay I need to stay calm. "Ananya, you are not burden on me. You are my wife and love of my life, how can you be a burden for me huh?", I said calmly while looking straight into her drown worthy eyes, while my hand cupped her cheeks. "You love me ???", she asked, her voice a low whisper as if fearing what if someone hear and cast an evil eye. Her eyes looked at me with longing exptessions and I couldn't hold back anymore and confessed. I nodded while my heart beated loudly behind my ribcage as I confessed, "Yes, my Ananya. I love you." "S-since when?", she stuttered, her eyes looking deeply in my eyes, trying to search unsaid words. I can't answer her this question but I can't even hide this life time... can I ? She again asked, "Since when you l-love me niv?" "Six years", I replied. There was a breathless silence. .............•°○●○°•.•°○●○°•.•°○●○°•............. Will life give second chance to Agniv? Will Ananya meet her savior? To know more, read my first ever story 'Agniv's Aanya : his love' . ♡Tropes♡ ◇Sunshine MML × Broken FML ◇Love at first sight ◇He fall first and harder ◇If not her then no one ◇Will you fall in love with me? #1 in India《17.12.25》

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his "pasandida aurat." She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-"forever?" _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-ever.Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except 'her.' _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. ❞ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ══════════ ❖ ══════════ 𝑨 𝑽 𝑨 𝑵 𝒀 𝑨 𓂃 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𓂃 ══════════ ❖ ══════════ She grew up knowing care. Gentle hands. Quiet protection. A presence that felt like home when the world felt too sharp. She was loved. But love does not erase everything. And being protected does not mean being untouched by pain. Some silences stay too long. Some truths arrive too early. Some burdens are never meant for a child. So she learned to endure. To smile softly. To speak less. To carry hurt without letting it show. Warmth became her instinct. Quiet strength, her shield. Then she stepped into a house ruled by power. A family built on authority and discipline, where emotions were controlled and warmth was never taught. At its center stood a man shaped by shadows- respected in light, feared in darkness. His past was buried deep, But it was never gone. Around him stood sons who had been raised to command. Composed. Unyielding. Dangerous in their silence. She did not arrive to change them. She did not come to heal anyone. She arrived carrying love and loss, warmth learned from care, Strength born from survival. And sometimes- That kind of warmth is the most dangerous thing of all. ✨ Can someone who has known both comfort and cruelty survive a world built on control? ✨ Will softness last where emotions are considered weakness? Dive