𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗶𝗻 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗮 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗸𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗮 𝗽𝗹𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶𝗲. 𝗧𝗼𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗱 𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗲. Royale Crown Academy and Institutions isn't a school or college. It's a kingdom of wealth, secrets, and danger dressed in Gucci. Ishaani Verma, a soft-spoken scholarship student with a shark plush and a spine of unexpected silly steel, enters a world that smells like expensive perfume, bloodlines, and threats wrapped in luxury and where students wear Rolexes to PE and insults are served with Dom Pérignon. She's quiet. Middle-class. Smart. A scholarship girl with a painfully soft and innocent heart. Dev Oberoi is the inked, unhinged heir to a billion-dollar empire. Rich, rude, ruthless. With a self-declared girlfriend, two bodyguards who double as best friends, and a habit of breaking rules, he's known for destroying people with a smirk. But the moment he sees Ishaani feeding crumbs to a shark in the sunlight... something breaks. In him. He doesn't understand her. He doesn't want to. But he wants her. Desperately. Obsessively. Brutally. Softly. "You think I'm a bully?" "You are a bully." "Good. Because for you, I might become worse." From forced proximity and cafeteria wars, to secret lounges, stolen glances, and heated threats whispered against lockers-Dev becomes the devil she can't escape. And Ishaani becomes the softness he never wanted to need. But there's a reason girls like her don't belong in castles. And the prince? He bites. A high-end school where the golden stairs lead straight to hell, and love might mean ruin. Or worse, obsession. Vote.Comment.Follow.♥️

⚠️ Mature content only for readers above eighteen ⚠️ Jheel Kumari has been running away all her life. It has always been something to run from ; family problems, daddy issues, bullies, overweight criticisms, dark skin shaming, and.....him. He has been the biggest problem of her life. Him, who ruined everything in her life and.....her. So, like always, she ran but, from him the hardest and furthest. He is her nightmare. Advait Thakre. The son of the chief minister. He has never faced troubles, all thanks to the privileged life he got; amazing parents, wealth, supportive friends, liberty, fame, and what not. He has a bad habit of getting everything in his life.....except her. She is his stubbornness, passion, and madness. Her, whom he wants to accomplish like a challenge. She is his first and only problem. It's a game for both of them. For Jheel, it's hide and seek before she gets caught. For Advait, it's chess, and he is a mastermind of tricks and manipulation, making sure anyhow he wins. Let the game begin. *Not a sweet and simple romance. Contains mature themes*

BOOK 1 OF REDEMPTION SERIES Adhvait Singh Rajvanshi is a successful businessman.....at least, that's what the world believes. In reality, he's a dangerous and calculating mafia lord, hidden behind a mask of wealth and power. Vengeance drives him, and nothing, not even love, will stop him from destroying those who wronged him. When Rajesh Gupta, a man who holds a dark secret about Adhvait's past, forces him into a marriage with his daughter, Mishka, Adhvait's world shifts from one of ruthless control to a battlefield of hearts and lies. Mishka Gupta has adored Adhvait since she was twelve, but the man she's loved from afar vanished without a trace after their college days. When she finds out that her marriage has been arranged to the very same man, her heart soars. But what she doesn't know is that Adhvait is not the man she dreams of.....he's a weapon of destruction, and their marriage is part of a much larger scheme to tear her father apart. In the heart of a web of lies, power, and revenge, Mishka will learn that her love for Adhvait is the price she'll pay for her father's sins. And Adhvait? He will find himself caught between the man he wants to destroy and the woman who has unwittingly become the center of his dark plans. What happens when a love so pure collides with a desire for vengeance that runs deeper than blood? Can love truly survive in the shadow of a war that no one can win? The part two of this book has been published and completed! Do check it out, its the continuation of this book. https://www.wattpad.com/story/393812308-ashes-of-us

#2 | Blood Constellations [Book 1 ~ Not a standalone] At Royale Crown Academy, where wealth dictates power and legacy defines worth, Dev Oberoi is untouchable. The heir to the Oberoi empire-a dynasty built on luxury, tech, and politics-he is ruthless, commanding, and dangerously possessive. No one crosses him and lives to tell the tale. Then comes Ishaani Varma. A soft-spoken, middle-class girl who enters the academy on a scholarship. She is fragile, painfully innocent, and entirely out of place in this world of private jets and designer labels. She doesn't understand the whispers, the silent rules, or the weight of Dev's gaze when he sets his eyes on her. But she is not the one to like them. From the moment he sees her, he decides-she is his. She isn't allowed to cry-because he will kiss it away. She isn't allowed to flinch-because only he can touch her. She isn't allowed to look at another man-because she belongs to him. But Ishaani doesn't understand obsession. She doesn't see the danger behind his devotion. Because in Dev's world, love isn't sweet. It is raw, consuming, and unbreakable. And in this dark, elite world-she will race against him only to lose? She was never meant to have a choice. But she wasn't like others, she was Femme Fatale. Vote.Comment.Follow.♥️

This is the story of Adheer Ranawat and Barkat Mishra. Adheer Ranawat is a spoiled brat but extremely handsome. Being from the richest family in Mumbai, girls in college hover around him. Known as a playboy and the most wanted man among girls, Adheer falls head over heels for Barkat Mishra at first sight. What will happen when Barkat learns the truth about Adheer? Will she accept his obsession, or will she, a girl who firmly stands by her principles, reject Adheer Ranawat? To find out, read "Possessive For You".

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

••• "Just because I haven't touched you as a husband should, that doesn't mean I won't," he said, his voice low and menacing. Her knees felt weak, and she didn't dare move from where she stood, his presence overwhelming her completely. She could barely speak, her voice coming out in a soft, stammering whisper. "It-it wasn't anything like that. I swear... I" ~~~ ••• 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐬, 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐯𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. To save her father's life, she made one vow: marry the coldest man in the city-and never fall in love. But monsters have hearts too. And his only beat for her. A Dark Forced Marriage Romance.

She was innocent and still she came into his world on her own. Chandni , sweet , lovable , innocent yet intelligent. She tried hard to challenge her destiny but she failed miserably. Armaan Singhaniya , the name who can bring anyone on knees.He is the biggest nightmare for his enemies. A psychotic yet calm person. He is killer machine. She met him coz she wanted him. He trapped her coz she was his. HIS TO RUIN. HIS TO DESTROY HIS TO TRAP.

force marriage, domination, and slow-burn tension is your type... CM × Teacher is waiting for you. "you bastard leave me I hate you.... I hate breathing same air as you." she said. struggling in his grip. That broke something in him. But Devraj laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through her. In one swift motion, he crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss raw and punishing, his lips bruising hers with brutal intensity. Saanvi's world narrowed to the assault on her senses the scrape of his stubble against her skin, the iron band of his arm around her waist pinning her in place. She struggled fiercely, her body bucking against him, fists hammering his shoulders as she tried to wrench free. 'Stop... mmmnn, leave me!' she mumbled against his invading lips, but he only tightened his hold, fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to take the invasion. His tongue plunged deep, The kiss stretched on, She kicked at his shins, her heels scraping the gritty concrete floor, but he absorbed it all, pressing his hips forward to trap her legs. 'Please... mmmnn, no!' she whimpered between the brutal presses of his mouth, pain blooming as his teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with his relentless suction. Saanvi punched his arms harder, her blows landing with desperate thuds against his biceps, but her energy flagged, breaths coming in short, gasps against his mouth. Devraj's free hand roamed up her side, squeezing her hip through the clothes, holding her immobile as he devoured her. Rage ignited in her she reared back to slap him, her palm slicing through the air. But Devraj caught her hand effortlessly, twisting it behind her back with a sharp yank that made her cry out. he smeared it across her skin like a mark of ownership. 'You belong to me now,' he whispered, ____ Continue in chapter ✨

You and your family came to see me-I said no. Baat khatam. Rishta kahin aur dekh lo. And LEAVE. ME. ALONE!" My chest heaved with emotion, my vision blurred with tears I was trying hard not to let fall. But he didn't even blink. He simply looked at me with that dark, unreadable gaze... and then moved toward me, slow and steady, till I was pinned between his car door and him. No one could see us like this. He leaned in, caging me with his arms on either side of my head. His breath brushed against my skin as he whispered, "You don't wanna marry me... hmm?" I looked away, panic flaring again. He tilted his face, locking eyes with mine. "Bolo." I whispered, "No..." A cruel smirk curled on his lips. "Toh phir kis se karni hai shaadi?" he whispered. "N-no one..." He straightened up-now towering over me-and then, without warning, grabbed my waist and lifted me off the ground. My hands were caught between us, pressed to his chest. "A-Aahan-what... what are you-" I stuttered. "Shh," he murmured, lips brushing against my cheek. "You've said enough. Ab suno." "We're getting engaged in one week. Then the rest of the rituals. And after that," he paused, tightening his grip on my waist, "we'll get married." "Chahe tum khud mandap tak aao... ya main tumhe zabardasti le aaun. Samajh aaya, jaan?"