𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀: A Tale of Kings, Mafia, and the Dark Dance of Love and Betrayal. DARK ROMANCE BOOK 🎀 This story contains multi couples and it's my first time writing with multi couples. The royal family of Rathore's in Rajasthan, there were four men who were not only respected as kings in their state but also the top tycoons of the country. They were known for their wealth and power, but little did anyone know that they ruled the dark underbelly of the mafia world as well. Their influence extended far beyond the borders of their kingdom, and their word was law in the criminal underworld. The story revolves around the tragic marriage lives of these four brothers and their families. Will Abhiraaj be able to bestow Aawanya with her rights, or will Aawanya choose to part ways with him after losing faith? Can Ishani bring Dev back from the dangerous Mafia World, or will she have to face the pain of losing him forever? Will Vardhan's heart ever be captivated by Jahnvi's love, or will Jahnvi's dreams be crushed? And finally, can Prakshit and Unnati create a bond that will last a lifetime? As the tale unfolds, the readers will witness the struggles, sacrifices, and triumphs of these four couples. Will they be able to stay together with love, or will one of them lose their love forever? Only time will tell. Please note that this is a fictional story and any resemblance to real-life events or individuals is purely coincidental.

-𝐓𝐮 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐡𝐮𝐥𝐚 𝐝𝐞!- She sank to the floor, knees pulled in, her breath unsteady. "Some nights I feel like I'll disappear," she whispered. Ehan moved without urgency, lowering himself beside her. His hand found her arm, steady, warm-then gently, carefully, he drew her closer. She didn't resist. He shifted, guiding her onto his lap, slow enough to let her pull away, but she didn't. His arm settled around her, holding her there, while his other hand moved through her hair-soft, unhurried, smoothing it back, then lingering. Her head rested against his chest. For a moment, she stilled-listening his heartbeat-steady, unrushed. "Then I'll stay awake with you," he murmured, his voice low above her, "until you remember you're still here." Her fingers tightened slightly against his shirt. She buried her face into the side of his neck, the restraint slipping as quiet sobs escaped her. Her fingers clutched at his shirt, holding on like it was the only thing keeping her grounded. Ehan's arm tightened around her back, pulling her closer against his chest. He didn't say anything. Didn't ask her to stop. Just held her there, closer than before, letting her stay in the space she had finally allowed herself to fall into. -⁠☆ Pakhi is like a small bird - quiet, careful, and carrying hidden scars from a world that never made room for her. She expresses herself through her writing, the only place she feels safe to be seen. Ehan is like a full moon - bold, bright, and sometimes reckless, but with shadows of loss he can't hide. Where she hesitates, he moves with daring; where he burns too brightly, she offers calm. In a world of darkness, the bird finds its way by the moon, and together they discover light even in the deepest shadow.

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

HE DOESN'T LIKE TO CHASE BUT STILL DESPERATELY WAITS FOR HER ONE MESSAGE, SMILE OR EVEN A GLANCE. "Coming Maa.." Jhanvi yelled opening the door to receive the order. "Ma'am your order.." the delivery boy spoke passing the paper bag to her. Jhanvi looked at him carefully, his whole face was covered, due to a cap and mask. She pulled out her wallet from the pocket when the delivery boy grabbed it tightly startling her. "What the hell??" She shrieked pulling her hand away but his grip was tight. "You are ignoring me?" He questioned. "Sorry what?" She asked looking back inside her house then at the person in front of her. "It's me.." he pulled his mask down. "Kabir.." She whispered in shock. "You weren't picking up my calls nor replying to me so I had to do this.." He explained himself. "Aww.. you missed me so much that you came here dressed like a delivery man?" She pulled his cheek lightly. Leaning a little towards his face she gently brushed her lips over his cheek, and Kabir completely lost his balance falling backwards. . . "This is the best scenery of my life.." She exclaimed hugging him tightly. "It's my second favourite" He spoke, placing his chin over her shoulder. "What comes at first?" She asked frowning a little and broke the hug. "YOU.. dressed in your shorts and long tshirt, hair scattered all over your shoulder, this drool at the corner of your lips" he chuckled and lightly caressed the corner of her lips. "You just look completely bare, cute and mesmerizing" He complimented leaning down, his eyes fixed on her lips. But Jhanvi stopped him by taking a few steps back hesitantly. He looked at her confused. "I still haven't brushed" she smiled sheepishly. "You wanna kiss me?" He asked taking a step forward. "Yes.. but" her words were stuck on her throat, as Kabir instantly placed his lips over hers drinking her words completely. . . Sunshine × Sunshine Journalist × College Student She fell first, he fell harder Cover - simplefleur.r

A classic college romance where the leads go from being strangers to hating each other to loving each other. ~ the most complex anatomy isn't in Gray's Textbook-it's in the heart of the girl who fell for the boy who wasn't supposed to care. BUT once a tender pulse of shared history was crushed under weight of shattering events leaving behind the shadows of predatory devotion and something she could never escape. Leads ✨ Ananya Sharma ~ the girl who studies to keep her parents dreams alive. Ishaan Malhotra ~ "Ice King" topper who speaks in medical facts and lives behind a wall of cold brilliance. "I don't do things halfway, Ishaan. When I love someone, I love them for life." 💗 "I promise to love you forever , every single day of forever Ananya" 💗 Tropes ✨ Grumpy X Sunshine Introvert X extrovert Loves to listen X loves to talk Bold X shy Forced proximity She fell first, he fell harder Boss X employee You are mine X I am yours Rankings✨ #1 medical college #2 committed #19 medical #3 academicrivals #3 medstudent #7 loyal #8 strongfl #11 hiddenlove

In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him-on the first day of college, twenty years after India gained independence. He wasn't a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved on to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear back then. He was the boy every girl admired. She was that quiet girl-who changed herself, little by little, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind-with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he once looked at her, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories... and a diary that was never really about her. It was always about Him.

"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her. "Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this beard and height, are you thinking that you are training commander? Listen Mr. Whatever, I don't give a damn about your identity. So just leave my way." Vanika said putting his finger down by her index finger. He gave her a death glare and left from there while she smirked . ******************************************************** She was standing in line with other IPS candidates but suddenly gets 440 volt shock when the same man she fought with came to stage throwing sharp glares at Vanika and said - "Good morning Candidates. I am Nirmay Oberoi your training commander. And from now you all will be trained under my guidance in these 11 months." ******************************************************** But both of them did not know that the tale which has started will go "𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈".

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.

'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."