PAPERBACK AVAILABLE !! Her Series Book 1 Vihaan Singh Mehrotra A meticulous, arrogant, and dominant person both personally and professionally. The CEO of Mehrotra Industries. He hates being betrayed. He doesn't care about who and how the person is, he does everything in his power to destroy the one who betrays him. Marriage was never on his list but being a family man he agreed to an arranged marriage for the happiness of his family. He didn't have any weaknesses but SHE became his wife and his weakness he never wanted. Siya Shah A charming, introverted girl. A perfect daughter whom everyone wishes to have but not her parents. Being the eldest daughter of the family, she was pressured to have a perfect future to take care of her family. To build up a perfect future for her, her parents became strict but did care for their daughter but something happened and they stopped caring for her or more over ignored her more and took her as their responsibility. She craved for love her whole life. She wanted nothing but to be loved. She was broke and thought no one could heal her but HE did and became the person she always wanted in her life. (There is a reason I have kept these names, so no hate on names I guess)

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 1 𝐎𝐅 : 𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 Some love stories are written in destiny... and some are carved in blood. 𝐄𝐤𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 - the ruthless business tycoon the world admires and the mafia king the underworld fears. Power follows him, enemies bow before him, and darkness walks beside him like a shadow. He never believed in love, because monsters like him were never meant to be loved. 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧 - a compassionate doctor with a heart full of kindness and a soul untouched by cruelty. She spends her life healing others, unaware that fate is slowly pulling her toward the most dangerous man alive. Two completely different worlds collide when Reet unknowingly becomes a target in a deadly game of power, revenge, and obsession. What starts as protection soon turns into possession. And somewhere between threats, secrets, and stolen moments... hearts begin to betray their owners. But loving Ekansh comes with a price. Because his world is built on violence, and once someone enters it, there is no escape. Will Reet be able to heal the darkness inside him... or will Ekansh destroy the only light he has ever known?

An Enemies-to-Lovers Mafia Romance They were never meant to be lovers. They were barely meant to survive each other. Veer Singhania-ruthless, cold-blooded, and India's most feared underground billionaire. As heir to the Singhania crime empire, he built his fortune on blood, betrayal, and unrelenting discipline. He doesn't believe in love. He believes in control. Inaya Raichand-fierce, fiery, and born to defy. The only daughter of the powerful Raichand cartel, sworn enemies of the Singhania's, she's spent her entire life resenting everything Veer stands for. She's whip-smart, sharp-tongued, and determined to escape the life she was born into. But when a brutal turf war threatens to destroy both empires, a deal is struck. A forced marriage to keep the peace. Neither of them wants it. Both of them refuse to back down. And as the lines between hate and desire blur, dangerous secrets begin to rise to the surface. In a world of power, pride, and betrayal, will they destroy each other-or be forced to choose love over loyalty?

💍 Contracted Desire 💍 Boss x Secretary | Contract Marriage | Enemies to Lovers | 10-Year Age Gap | Grumpy x Sunshine | Slow Burn | Forced Proximity | 18+ Rahul Singhania, the 34-year-old ruthless owner of Singhania Enterprises, is Mumbai's most eligible yet most hated bachelor. After his ex-partner destroyed him for money and status, he swore off women forever-cold, arrogant, and buried in work. But his family won't stop until he marries and gives them an heir. Aarohi Sharma, his 24-year-old sunshine secretary of two years, is the only woman who can survive his impossible demands and endless overtime. She hates him with every fiber of her being-until her mother's life depends on 25 lakh rupees for emergency surgery. With no father, no siblings, and a joint family that offers nothing but taunts, Aarohi is cornered. One shocking contract changes everything. Marry him for one year. Live under the same roof. Pretend to be the perfect wife in public. Get the money. Walk away. No love. No feelings. No touching. But forced proximity in Rahul's luxurious sea-facing mansion turns their icy office hatred into sizzling tension. His grumpy walls start cracking under her bright smiles and quiet care. Her resentment slowly melts into forbidden attraction. Age gap, past scars, and burning chemistry make every glance, every accidental touch, and every late-night argument dangerous. Slow-burn romance, heart-melting moments, and scorching 18+ scenes await as the grumpy billionaire and his sunshine secretary discover that the best love stories are the ones they never saw coming.

~ABHIMAAN MALHOTRA ❤️ SAMANTHA SINGH~ "Tell me, wifey. You were so eager to marry me, huh? Do you have any extra needs that I can fulfill?" she fumed in anger upon hearing his disrespectful words. She raised her hands only to slap him and shut his mouth from saying more harsh words to her. "Don't you dare think that, Samantha," he said, holding her hands tightly. "Let me go, Abhimaan!" she shouted. "Then, why the fuck did you marry me? You are nothing more than a gold digger." Hearing that word broke her level of patience as she lifted her knee and hit him hard on his member. "You better not use that word again, Mr. Malhotra", he groaned in pain, moving away from her. Abhimaan Malhotra, CEO of Malhotra Group of Industries, is nothing but a definition of Greek God by looks and a walking centre of storm. His first love is his business, and the love that lasts has yet to enter his life. Samantha Singh, a girl who is working for not to live a better life but to save her father's last memory, his cafe, by paying off the huge amount of debt. When the crisis hits her hand and she is on the verge of losing everything, there are hard decisions that she has to make, and that involves marrying her father's best friend's son, Abhimaan. Getting into a loveless marriage was the least she would have wanted in her life, but that's what DESTINY means, right? "Divorce me and set yourself free." Abhimaan's cold voice echoed inside the room. "I can't divorce you, Mr. Malhotra," Samantha whispered, tears flowing down her cheeks. "Then accept that you are a gold digger." His voice broke her heart when she realised that she had already fallen for him. "Yes, Abhimaan, I'm a gold digger," she admitted with a barely audible voice, but enough for him to listen. What will happen if the walls start colliding and circumstances make them stand beside each other? WHO WILL DESIRE THE OTHER FIRST? Read "HIS UNWANTED DESIRE" to get all your answers. [Note: Weekly Updates]

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

#royal - Rank 1= 7/6/2026 out of 23.4k stories 💌 #family - Rank 222 = 21/6/26 out of 512k stories 💌 #family - Rank 87 = 19/8/26 out of 512k stories 💌 #royalty - Rank 9 = 16/7/26 out of 57.5 k stories 💌 ╔══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╗ 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒 👑💌 ╚══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╝ ✦ 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 ✦ ( 28 years old • 6'1 ft ) Future king of Rajasthan, CEO of Rathore Empire, cold-hearted businessman feared by half the country and admired by the rest. Sharp jawline. Dark intense eyes. Calm voice. Black suits. Dangerous aura. A man who never loses control... until Priya Joshi walks into his life. ✦ ───────────── ✦ ✦ 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐉𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐢 ✦ ( 22 years old • 5'4 ft ) Final year college student, soft-hearted yet stubborn, raised in one of Jaipur's most respected business families after losing her parents at young age. Beautiful dark eyes. Graceful elegance. Soft features. Long hair. A heart that fears royal families more than anything. She believes people like Abhiraj belong in headlines... not in her life. ✦ ───────────── ✦ But fate had different plans. One accidental meeting turns into stolen glances. Glances become attachment. Attachment becomes obsession. And Abhiraj Singh Rathore? He was never good at letting go of things he wanted. Especially not her. 💌

He rules with blood and weapons. She believes in fairy tales and forever. Yuvaan Singh Rathore is a man carved from ice and violence. As the ruthless Nawab of his district, he only knows how to use his fists, fire guns, and settle bloody village disputes with a single growl. He doesn't believe in love, he despises the idea of a family, and he swore he would never let a woman tie him down to a marriage bed. Pankhuri Sharma is a sweet girl who has daydreamed about her wedding day since she was a little girl. Growing up watching the beautiful, deep love her parents shared, she craved that exact same romance for herself. She wants the late night whispers, the soft touches, and a husband who cherishes her above everything else. Then, an arranged marriage binds them together. But the man she marries is nothing like the husband she dreamed of. Will Yuvaan be able to overcome the deep scars of his past and give Pankhuri the fairy tale life she always dreamed of? Or will his violent world and suffocating possessiveness shatter her dreams completely? ⋆｡°✩｡⋆ ✦ 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆: [ 𝟏𝟖+ 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 ] ✦ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 (𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭), 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐮𝐚𝐠𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞/𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."