📚 Silk and Smoke Where silk whispers and smoke lingers, their love story begins. She's couture and command. He's chaos in quiet. Together - they could rewrite fate... or set it on fire. Ivikaa Ambani - the heiress who stitched Paris into her bones and stitched shut her heart. "Silk drips from her touch, fire hums beneath her ribs - Ivikaa, the princess of Paris by design." Adwait Agnivanshi - a man molded by Mumbai's alleys and armed with silence sharper than any scream. "Smoke doesn't scream - it smothers. Adwait, born from Mumbai's cracks, raised in its shadows." Between the bruises of power and the hush of devotion, their story unfolds - slow, aching, inevitable. Because when silk meets smoke... something always catches fire. Tropes : Billionaire X Billionaire Rich X Royal Paris X Mumbai Eldest Daughter X Youngest Son Fashion Designer X 10th Fail Spotlight X Shadows Ambani X Agnivanshi Silk X Smoke No cheating Trope!

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐀𝐬 👇🏻 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ {✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢: 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐚𝐧'𝐬 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 :･ﾟ ✦ 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕤 𝕚𝕤𝕟'𝕥 𝕒 𝕨𝕖𝕕𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘... 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕒 𝕡𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕖. ✦ 𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒆𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒂. ✦ 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐏𝐎𝐕 ✦ 𝑲𝒂𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒏𝒂 𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒊, 𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒃𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒉𝒂 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒊, 𝒏𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒛𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒚 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒚𝒖𝒏 𝒃𝒊𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒊, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂 𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒌 𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒌𝒆𝒉𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊... ✦ 𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒉𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒊𝒏 𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒅'𝒔 𝑷𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆... 𝑶𝒓 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒍𝒔𝒆..... ✦ ✦ 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑺𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒂𝒏'𝒔 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑩𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆.... ✦

The chaotic love story built on lies, and almost destroyed by them. ✧ ✧ ✧ "So, you like her for years?" I asked with a low and cracking voice. And here I was back to the square, getting confused about what was happening. "I love her..." He opened his eyes to look at me. Taking a deep breath, he scanned my face with furrowed brows. "You look like her." His voice had clear amusement in it. "What?" This escaped my lips when my mind stopped trying to comprehend what he meant. It was getting very messy to understand. "But I'll always love her." With that, he dozed off. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. ✧ ✧ ✧ When fate, or one single lie lands her up in her brother's bestfriend's apartment, Preet Randhawa has no other option but to move in with him, become his roommate behind the four walls. But with the photo frames hanging on the wall with their wedding pictures, the marriage certificate lying in a drawer of their wardrobe, the rings in their fingers and their stories on how they got married, the world believes their story. But did they ever marry each other? Nope. Years later, colliding with him in a foreign country couldn't just be fate...or could it? ✧ ✧ ✧ This book can be enjoyed as a standalone.

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.

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞" 𝐃𝐂𝐏 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞, cold, quiet and dangerously controlled Known as "the devil in uniform," he's a man who shows no emotions and believes love is nothing but a distraction. With a face that could belong to a model and eyes that hide more than they show. Dhruv has built walls no one dares to cross. But everything begins to change when she walks into his life his best friend's sister. Off-limits, innocent and the only one who makes his heart do the one thing he hates 'feel' He had spent years running from her memory, avoiding her, burying every trace of what she once made him feel But after five long years fate brought her back into his life... unexpectedly, painfully, completely And just when he thought he had mastered the art of controlling feelings one moment turned everything upside down. A moment that left no space for thinking, only reacting. And that's how he ended up marrying her not by choice, but by circumstance One he never planned One she never wanted ___________ "𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚", with her radiant smile, cascading black-brown hair and sparkling eyes was a vision of warmth and beauty. Yet, behind her cheerful demeanor hide a secret her unrequited love for her brother's best friend but he always pushed her away for reasons he never revealed. One fateful incident shattered her world forcing her to leave everything behind and start a new life in another country. Five years later, Manvi returned to India unaware that the past she thought she had left behind was waiting to collide with her once again

(Book 1 of "Never Alone" series) "Love? huh! who will love a girl like me. I have always walked alone " thought Sarakshi watching the lovey-dovey couples in park. "Love? are you asking me if I love someone? I've already done this mistake once dad, don't expect me to fall in love with someone again. I don't want anyone I can walk alone like I'm doing know, I have you guys and most importantly I DON'T BELIEVE IN LOVE" said Rashvik furiously to his dad. "dadda why you angry" asked the little boy with tears in his eyes. What will happen when this two are forced to marry each other, will they be happy will they give this relationship a chance? will they ever fall in Love? Tropes: Arranged marriage CEO X CEO Grumpy X introvert Second marriage Single father Past traumas She fell first he fell harder ~YOU NEVER WALK ALONE~ HOPE YOU LIKE THE STORY THANK YOU Insta I'd- @lyr__ish The initial chapters are short and are not completely edited and there's a lot of mistakes. So please ignore it. But as you'll proceed, the chapters are longer and are written in a bit better way! [English is not my first language]