When power kneels, it doesn't whisper-it roars in silence. He was the man who never bowed. The one empires obeyed and enemies feared. But behind closed doors, beneath layers of steel and silence, lived a hunger no throne could feed. This is not the story of a king who rose-it's the story of a man who fell... for her

"𝙄 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙜𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙚." ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ I fell. For him, for the man with amber-like eyes. He wasn't a prince like the one I was supposed to marry. But he was everything I ever wanted. And what I want is bound to be mine. Even him. I didn't want this marriage. She is nothing like the woman I imagined myself for. Hell, she wasn't even a woman! She was a little girl. But I had to say those two words in order to save her dignity. For the kingdom,my duties. Then why am I burning just by a mere sight of her? A story set in ancient times, where a princess marries a replacement groom. But is he really a replacement? #secondbook in the Unwanted series

"Mr. Raichand, happy independence day. You have been eating my head since day one to get these papers signed and today I have finally granted your wish. You hated seeing my face, and I have decided to never show it again," she said, and instead of being happy, he felt sad and angry. ___________♠♠____________ ~ 𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓶𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓮𝔂𝓮𝓼 ~ 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝, the first heir of two influential clans, is a force to be reckoned with. His charisma attracts girls around the globe. The empowered billionaire, however, has always been hers. The woman who left him drowning in misery flames was his anchor once. In the abyss of despair, his only solace is the memories of her friendship and boundless love. After seven years of living like a corpse and searching relentlessly for her, he has finally found her. He would do anything to get her back, including trading his soul with the devil. However, the question is, will he ever fulfill his intention or will her reasons keep them apart? ~𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵 𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓼 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓫𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽~ 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩 has been through hell and back. After losing everything, she built an empire. Her life has only one driving force and she can do anything for it. In her entire existence, if she has loved something, it's him. Her man, whom she left behind for reasons unknown to the world but echoing in her nightmares. Once a bubbly girl, she is now the ice queen, caging her emotions behind thick walls. She knows the path to her happiness passes through his door, but stubbornly refuses to acknowledge his presence. She is hellbent on not letting him in. Will her scars win over his determination? Witness their version of love where two imperfect souls bind for a lifetime... ____ Cover By @noturfavb_

"Aap... yahan?" He stopped just inches away. Too close. Their breaths tangled. Her heart pounded in her ears. " Akhirkar 6 mahine ki aankh micholi ke baad aap samne he mere..." "Pahli mulakat yaadgar honi chahiye na jaan... (leaning in, lips almost touching hers) please don't stop me..." The first brush of his lips against hers was gentle, almost too gentle for the intensity between them. But the moment he felt the warmth of her lips, the floodgates opened. The kiss deepened - demanding, possessive, and yet tender, as though he was trying to memorize every sensation. Once he finds her breathless, he left her lips with a pop sound and move little away just to see her now ruined lipstick and flushed cheeks... "Roshni...Tum meri ho..." "Rudra... I..." "Don't say anything jaan. I will take care of everything from here onwards..Just feel this...feel me..feel us" RUDRA JAIN: 26, Ruthless, reclusive, untouchable, mysterious, CEO,Dominant. Brilliant mind, calculated tone, controlled body language. Only lets his guard down when no one's watching... except Roshni. Roshni is his hell,his heaven and his everything in between ROSHNI GUPTA, 23, Soft. Warm. Hopeful, Aspiring Jewellery designer,Kind-hearted, curious, intuitive Never afraid to speak her mind, but hates conflict 🚦Never imagined that one stolen glance at a red light and one humble order from her could start a fire she couldn't control. And once they met: 👀Glances that burn. He watches her like she's a sin he wants to commit over and over again. Her gaze? A challenge. A dare. Not every argument ends in silence. Some end with her pinned against a wall, his breath on her neck, the storm outside matching the one inside them. Soft apologies tangled in sheets and bare skin. 🫱 Hands that wander. Not by accident. Not hesitant anymore. craving, claiming, consuming. ☕ Coffee cups with lipstick stains and Coffee growing cold while their bodies stay warm

"You married me forcibly but you will never be able to get my love." She said this while shouting at him. He held her wrist and pulled her towards himself, putting his hand on her waist and looking straight into her eyes, and said "It was my desire to get you so that I could break your pride, you are the wife of Shaurya Singhania. The same Shaurya Singhania whose name itself sends shivers down the spine. I am here to save you from the world but no one will come here to save you from me." On one side is Shaurya Singhania who is a billionaire and a mafia leader who has no heart in his chest, and on the other side is Helari, a simple girl belonging to a middle class family. How will these two come together? How will their fates tie the knot and how will this relationship that started with stubbornness and hatred reach the end of love? This is a complete dark romance 18+, so if you don't like fighting or dark romance or any mature content then don't read this story at all.

RUDRANANDI Lets dive into the journey of passionate and Mad love of Rudra and Nandini. Tropes: grumpy-reverse grumpy CEO-DOCTOR obsessive and possessive ml underworld connection mad love touch her you💀 redemption Warning: slowburn story mature content 18+ voilence and abuse(not ml) gramatical mistakes slow updates

Ekansh❤️Aarthi -------------------------- "The feeling of being loved, A warmth that can't be described A safety that can't be proved But it comes back every time. It's like a hug to embrace. A sweet caress to uplift It's a feeling that's hard to explain But if you ever feel it, you know it does exist. It's a joy that brings sunshine even the grayest of days. It's a trusting presence As if your worries were washed away. It's a kind of magic It was not a show. It's gentle protection When life is too much to bear. It's the feeling of being loved And no matter how hard life gets, It's a never-ending fountain That gives us the strength to forget." This tale is a celebration of the power of love and a reminder that true connection is not limited by the physical world. #2 headoverheals #75 design #10 firstsight #9 indianwriter

Naina Singh Shekhawat, 24 years old-CEO and lead fashion designer of Mond Glaz Fashion. She was the sunshine of her family-the one who laughed the loudest, smiled the widest, played the hardest. Mischievous yet full of warmth, she was the beloved youngest sibling to four protective elder brothers. The star of their eyes. But everything changed. One day, her entire family turned their backs on her. They called her characterless. They didn't listen. Not even when she fell to her knees, begging them to hear her truth. "Please, just listen to me once. I didn't do anything. It was all a well-planned conspiracy. I swearI didn't do it." They still walked away. Mihir Shresth Ranawat, 30 years old-the reigning King of Rajasthan and the commanding CEO of *Ranawat & Sons*. A man of terrifying power. Ruthless. Unforgiving. Those who dared to challenge him entered his world only to be escorted straight to hell. To many, he was not a man, he was a storm. They say his heart is made of stone. But no one ever asked *why*. No one asked why the boy who once craved affection turned into the man feared by all. As a child, he was taught that love was a distraction. Affection, useless. They told him duty came first: His people. Then his family. Then his empire. Himself last. There was never space for his pain. Never time for himself. "I'm not going to leave you. No. I'll be the one to kill you, with my own hands. So stop wasting your energy begging me for mercy." But... Will these two scarred souls be able to find their way to each other? Will they learn to give the love they never received? Will they become the light in each other's darkness after years of pain and silence? Let's begin the story of Mihir Shresth Ranawat and Naina Singh Shekhawat- NECESSITY OF LOVE --- 🧿 TROPES 🌺 Desi Drama 🔥 Mafia Romance 🌞🌚 Sunshine × Grumpy Age Gap 🖤 Dark Romance 👑 Royalty / Rajasthani King 🎭 Fake Dating with Real Emotions

18+ "Tell me, love. What is it that you want?" "You will have to leave me alone if you can't do it." "That won't happen ever-" he grits his teeth stepping closer to me, caging me between his arms and the wall. "Just tell me, Ayesha," He husks looking at my lips. "Beg, Arjun. On your knees," I smirk. .................... In the sultry embrace of past scars and hidden desires, Ayesha Arora and Arjun Mehra find themselves entangled in a seductive dance of fate and longing. Ayesha, haunted by the echoes of her turbulent upbringing, believes herself incapable of love until a chance liaison with a stranger ignites a fire within her, challenging every notion she holds dear. Meanwhile, Arjun, once a carefree spirit with dreams of music, becomes ensnared by the allure of a mysterious woman he can't resist. As their worlds collide and passions ignite, they are drawn into a spellbinding journey of discovery and surrender, exploring the depths of their connection amidst the throes of desire. Will they succumb to the intoxicating pull of their pasts, or will they find ecstasy and redemption in the embrace of each other's longing? ..... Regular Updates!!!