New York city, In the sterile white walls of a hospital room, Victoria Sterling's world collapsed with a photo of her husband of five years - Henry Blackwell with another woman. She was more shattered when her son - Jude Blackwell chose that woman as his new Mom. Heartbroken, Victoria decided to give up both the marriage and motherhood. She faked memory loss, demanded a divorce, and walked away - determined to rebuild her life from the ruins. After Victoria's departure, Henry was stunned. The woman who once loved him unconditionally had transformed into someone unrecognizable - confident, composed, and untouchable. Now, Henry is desperate to win her back. Jude clings to memories of his mother's warmth and begs for her return. They both want her back. But Victoria has learned one thing the hard way: sometimes love isn't enough-especially when it costs you yourself.

Trapped in a marriage she never wanted, she finds herself bound to a man who has everything-power, wealth, and a face that could make any heart race-except the ability to love. Cold, ruthless, and emotionally barricaded, he sees their marriage as nothing more than another duty on his long list of responsibilities. At just 26, life has hardened him into an unfeeling force, leaving no space for warmth or affection. But she refuses to be just another obligation. As their worlds collide, the tension crackles-hatred, passion, and an undeniable pull. Will she break through his icy walls and make him feel something, or will she walk away, finding love in the arms of someone else... or something far more dangerous?

𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐍𝐘𝐀:𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐒 #1𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐀𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐀𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐌𝐀𝐘 𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐃 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐂𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐑 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐁 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈𝐃𝐂 𝐈𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐎𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓. 𝐀𝐁𝐇𝐍𝐘𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐗𝐘𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇 this story about two heartless billionaires SHIVNYA SHEKHAWAT our female lead shivnya Shekhawat she is 27 years old and she is CEO and founder of shivnya enterprises she is the no.1 buisness women in the whole asia at the age of 25 she achieved everything she is ruthless and heartless she is not like this before but something happened in her life 8 years that because she complelty change once a girl who love to smile and make everyone smile now that girl is become emotionless ABHAY SING RATHOD our male lead Abhay Singh rathod he is king of rajsthan and ceo of rathod enterprises he is not a gentleman but a beast he is the mafia boss he is heartless emotinaless and ruthless for whom they tried to mess up with him

Peep inside the story to know, whether the Beast will taint or will be tamed by his angel. Join the journey of ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE: a royal by blood, oofy by wealth, wrathful by nature, arrogant by behaviour, handsome by physique, ruthless by business and MEERA RAJPUT: an epitome of beauty, stuffed with kindness and innocence, compassionate by heart and passionate about love. Every character, events, places mentioned in the story are completely imaginary with no intention of hurting any individual's sentiments.

💔 "I married him to save a child... but I was already in love with his brother." A forbidden love. A forced marriage. A heartbreak she never asked for. In 1950s India, Meenal Sharma's world shatters when her beloved sister dies in childbirth, leaving behind a newborn and a grieving husband. To protect the child's future, Meenal is forced into an unwanted marriage-with her own brother-in-law, the cold and emotionally distant Rajveer Singh. But no one knows her truth. Meenal was never meant to marry Rajveer. Her heart belonged to someone else-Aditya, Rajveer's estranged stepbrother. Their love was secret, stolen in glances and whispered letters. Their future was being planned-until fate tore it apart. Now trapped in a loveless marriage and bound by duty, Meenal must silence her heart and raise a child that is not her own. But as old feelings resurface and buried truths unravel, love finds its way into the most unexpected corners-even between those who were never meant to fall. When betrayal, tragedy, and an impossible pregnancy twist their fates once more, Meenal must make a choice: ✨ Follow the man she once loved... ✨ Or fight for the husband who was never supposed to love her back. A slow-burn, emotional rollercoaster about duty, forbidden love, and the courage it takes to choose your own ending.

♡Book one in Destiny series♡ **If you are interested in cute and romantic story line then this is the exact story** (English Translation available) ************** "Meri aanko me hi dekhiye , Acha lagta hai " My heart skipped a beat over his words and a smile made its way over my lips . Is he flirting with me? No. I don't think so . Why will he do that. And how should I tell him that I can't keep looking into eyes because of the way he looks at me. "Kyu?" I asked in a low voice looking at him. He smiled at my question and then replied. "Kyuki aap toh jyada baate nhi karti , par aapki aankhe bahut kuch keh jaati hai" I didn't know what to say to him over his words because it made me speechless. I somehow gathered courage and asked while trying not to shutter. "T...toh ab kya keh rahi .hai.yeh aapse?" My voice was low and it sounded like a whisper . His smile widened when I asked that and he acted as if he is thinking something and then he replied. "Shyad yeh keh rahi hai ki ...." And with that he leaned over my ear and whispered in my ear . "Aapko meri karibi ab bhaane lagi hai" ✿✿✿✿✿✿ Tropes •Grumpy& Sunshine •Slowburn Romance •Age Gap •Possessive ML •Introvert and Shy FL •love at first sight •Substitute Bride

Vikram Singhania is a genius and monster. As the right hand man and son of the Chief minister of Madhya Pradesh, his lack of feelings is a blessing, not a curse - until his father forces him to marry for the sake of the family and the political career. Nandini Roy , an innocent and kind girl who hates politics and politicians , always dreamed of happily ever after. She is set to be married until her world turns upside down , when she meets Vikram. A man incapable of emotions and is scarred by the past - an arranged forced marriage with the potential to unite, or destroy... Tropes: Forced Marriage Grumpy X sunshine Second chance My wife moments Touch her & die Obsessive ml

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆ This story is not standalone. It is based on a character from another story. It's about a girl who has been overshadowed by her sister's beauty but has managed to keep herself from turning bitter. She has suffered enough-now it's time for her to find happiness. The first book is Khushi: His Lawless Love.

⋆𐙚₊ 𝐀 𝐒𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐁𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ⋆𐙚₊ ~𝐀 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐢𝐭! ｡✧ Prologue "माझं तुझ्यावर प्रेम आहे." Majha tujhyavar prem aahe. "I'm in love with you," he said. His voice was rough. Low. And in Marathi-for the first time. He never spoke in his mother tongue before. But now... he did. For me. And in that moment, I didn't know whether to smile... or shatter. Was I supposed to feel happy? Because all I felt was numb. I couldn't believe this was real. Not him. Not this moment. It felt like a cruel, twisted fantasy. No. No, this can't be happening. It's my birthday. Maybe I drank too much. Maybe I'm hallucinating. Or maybe... he's playing with me. Again. "You're not lying... right?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper. My heart pounded like a warning siren. This felt like a game. A trap. His expression didn't change- but something in his eyes shifted. Dark. Unreadable. Dangerous. Why now? Why me? Tears stung the corners of my eyes, and I hated that he saw them. Because the truth is- I don't know how to react to a man who once broke me... now telling me he loves me. Not when his love feels like poison- sweet on the surface, deadly underneath. And yet, a part of me wanted to believe him. Wanted to fall. Even if I knew I'd be falling onto broken glass. Because that's what his love is. Beautiful. Addictive. Painful. And now it's mine. Whether I survive it or not... ｡✧ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐮𝐥𝐮 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐩

"A wedding meant for love... stolen by madness." _______________________________________ Him: "Who deserves punishment, biwi?" Her: (barely audible, heart pounding) "M-me..." Him: (tilting her chin up, voice dark and unwavering) "And where, biwi? On our bed... or in the ashes of the man who dared to crave what's mine?" Her: (whimpering, body trembling) "P-please..." Him: (low chuckle, deadly possessive) "No, biwi. Please what?" He leaned in, his breath a sinful caress against her trembling lips. "Please what, baby? Use your words." "Beg me to break you. Beg me to make you mine-completely-until even your soul moans my name." His grip tightened, his fingers tracing fire down her skin. "Say it-" Her: (shuddering, surrendering) "Yours..." His lips hovered, his voice a dark whisper, laced with devotion and madness. ________________________________________ "You are the prayer my soul has bled for through lifetimes." "The flame my darkness bows before." "The only truth my chaos kneels to." "And now, biwi, you are bound to me-not by fate, not by destiny-by me." This isn't just dominance. This is obsession, possession, destruction, and worship-wrapped in the most sinful kind of love. Get ready to step into a world where love turns lethal, obsession burns wild, and surrender is the only escape.