#3 in The Shaktawat Sisters | Can be read as a STANDALONE • Kavyapriya Kanwar Shaktawat X Anubhav Singh Vaghela • Fighting cases in the courtroom is common for every advocate as breathing is for every living being . The advocates use the knowledge gained during their learning phase in the optimum manner for the upliftment of the society and take the pledge of delivering justice to the innocent is the fundamental duty of their job when they wear their black coats and march towards the courtroom carrying the responsibility of law and justice. The real test begins when that particular case reflects back your past experiences testing you emotionally and mentally but you can't back off as the duty lies on your shoulder to fight and provide justice. This story revolves around Kavyapriya Kanwar Shaktawat (26), a prominent advocate specialist in dealing with crime cases whose chance to lose a case is 0% when she fight against others but when it comes to Anubhav Singh Vaghela (26) ,it turns out to be 50-50. What happens when she finds out that one particular case is actually bringing back traumatic memories of her rival? Will she be able to help him to overcome his past and if yes, will she pay back by breaking herself into pieces in the process of healing him.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Book II in the Destiny Series. ✨𝓢𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓱 𝓠𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓼𝓱𝓲 ✧ 𝓢𝓪𝓷𝓳𝓪𝔂 𝓡𝓪𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼𝓱 ✨ This novel can be read as a standalone. But it's my request, please read "Do You Believe in Destiny?" first before continuing with this story for better understanding of characters. .... .... .... ✨ Sanjay Raikesh ✨ Thirty-six. Charismatic. Impossibly handsome. Event manager by name, but in truth-he runs an empire built on blood, fear, and loyalty. The kind of man who doesn't just walk into your life... he takes it over. ✨Sarah Qureshi✨ Twenty-nine. Bookworm. Software engineer. Hacker in her own quiet way. She lives in worlds made of paper and ink, believing the only perfect men exist between the pages of her novels-until she finds herself seated next to one on a flight. He's intrigued. She's cautious. He wants her. She wants an exit. But Sanjay Raikesh isn't a man you walk away from. One truth shatters her world-he's no charming stranger, but a ruthless mafia king. Now she runs. And he chases. Because for Sanjay, she isn't just another woman. She's the obsession he will burn cities to keep. But her? She doesn't break. She plots. Every tear is a blade, every smile a trap. She vows to destroy the devil who ruined her life. And him? He doesn't stop her-he waits. He lets her strike. Not to lose... but to watch her closer. Because for Sanjay Raikesh, her war isn't danger. It's desire. .... .... Are you ready to step into a world where love is dangerous, trust is a gamble, and running only makes him chase harder? Welcome to Do You Trust the Devil? - Where every heartbeat is a risk... and every breath could be your last. DON'T YOU DARE COPY MY WORK!!! I'LL NOT SPARE YOU!!!!

Book Three of the 'Twisted Desire' Series.

"In the intricate weave of love and heartbreak, Mehek, Ruhanika, and Samaira each find themselves tangled in emotions they can't control. Mehek hides her love for her best friend, Aakash, choosing duty over desire. Forced into marriage, will Aakash be the one to heal the wounds she's kept hidden for years? Ruhanika thought love would never be hers when her crush shattered her heart. But as Ridansh walks away, she realizes the man she truly loves is the one she might have lost forever. Samaira carries the weight of helping Atharv rebuild his shattered soul. Together, they discover that healing takes trust, patience, and a bond deeper than words. Three lives. Three love stories. One unforgettable journey of healing and redemption. Will these souls find their eternal entwine, or will love slip away?" ---

VANYA X KAVYANSH 𓏧♡ I bowed my head and pressed a soft kiss to her feet. She froze. Her eyes widened... hurt, confusion, disbelief all fighting to surface at once. "Vanya..." I looked up at her, my own voice cracking. "I'm sorry." She blinked, a lone tear slipping down her cheek. "I know I forced you into this marriage," I said, the words tasting like poison on my tongue. "But I swear to God, I had no other choice left. None." Her lips parted... but no words came out. "I know you feel something for me," I continued softly. "I've seen it in your eyes... in the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching." She stiffened. "But something is holding you back. Something big." I swallowed hard. "And I'll find what it is. I'll tear through every wall between us... even if it takes my whole damn life." Her eyes filled again and spilled over. I placed her feet gently down, then held her hands in both of mine. "I promise you this, Vanya..." My voice shook, but I didn't hide it. "I will worship the floor you walk on. I will fight every demon that ever touched your life. I will fix every mistake I've made, every one." A sob slipped from her lips, silent but sharp. "Please," I whispered, forehead touching her knees. "Forgive me... or at least let me earn it." ──── 𐙚 ──── DIVE IN THE BEAUTIFUL STORY OF VANYA AND KAVYANSH TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN WITH THEM!!!!

"You begged so pretty, jaan. 'Please, Rehan. Please let me come. Please, I need it so badly.' Fuck, hearing you beg like that-I almost came just from the sound." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ TARA ROY: Tara was 21, all quiet resilience and hidden softness she refused to let the world touch. When her father died, he left behind 25 lakh in debt and a one-week deadline that felt like a ticking bomb beneath her feet. REHAN SINGHANIA: Rehan Singhania was 29, controlled, calculated and dangerously composed. A CEO who built his empire on precision, not chance. He doesn't move without strategy. He doesn't believe in coincidences. And he never reaches for something he doesn't intend to keep. --- When he offers her marriage in exchange for clearing her debt, it sounds simple. A contract. A solution. An escape. But nothing about Rehan is ever simple. He looks at her like she's already chosen. Protects her like she already belongs to him. Wants her with an intensity that feels less like impulse... and more like inevitability. So was it really fate that brought him to her at her lowest? Or was Tara never drowning at all- just stepping exactly where he'd been waiting all along?

#𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ Have you ever wanted something so destructive that it feels like your insides are burning with hatred? Yet, ironically, you long to fall apart and be shattered by this destruction. But is it really destruction, or the beginning of something inevitable? Something specially designed to be a your ruin. He broke me, shattered my soul, and then just sat by, letting me ruin him. He was satisfied, and so was I. We healed, only to break again. We understood it, we are meant to be each other's, an obsession. I am his obsession and so is he mine. We are together until we will be buried dead inside the heaven of sins.