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Widowed at thirty-four, Kabir Rathore is a successful businessman, but a lost man at heart - a single father drowning in guilt, duty, and a past he can't let go of. When his newborn daughter and two-year-old son need stability, his conservative family urges him into an unusual solution: a marriage of convenience. Enter Shruti Roy - twenty-seven, quiet but resilient, reeling from her own heartbreaks, and fiercely protective of her independence. She agrees to the arrangement, not for love, but for the children who steal her heart the moment she steps into Kabir's chaotic world. What begins as a practical decision slowly unfolds into something neither of them expects - laughter in shared silences, sparks under casual touches, and a home built from gentle moments. But ghosts of the past are not easy to bury. When jealousy strikes, old lovers reappear, and trust is tested by twisted intentions, Shruti and Kabir must ask the hardest question of all: Was this just an arrangement? Or the beginning of something real? ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗲𝘀: 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗗𝗮𝗱 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗼𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 𝗘𝗻𝗱𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 STANDALONE.

• 𝟏 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 "𝐖𝐨𝐡 𝐤𝐞𝐡𝐭𝐞 𝐡 𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐛𝐤𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐚, 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐨 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐨 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐚𝐳𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐫 𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐭𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐣𝐡 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐚𝐬 𝐣𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐰𝐨𝐡 𝐤𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐚𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢." Start: 18/08/2024 End:

"He was her downfall. She was his ruin. But if love was a crime, they were ready to commit the ultimate sin together." She lived to save people. He lived to destroy them. Loving her was the greatest sin he ever committed - and the only one he chose willingly. She was a doctor, trained to heal. But beneath her steady hands and gentle smile, she was the one who needed healing the most. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ After her mother's death and a lifetime of her father's hatred, she gave up on the idea of love. She longed for it... but love never came. He came instead - wrapped in vengeance and shadows. She believed he only wanted revenge. He craved revenge... or so she thought. Her own father sold her to him in a contract - her freedom for her brother's life. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤ "Main 20 saal ki bachi ki maa hu," she said, her voice trembling. "Achi baat hai... ek bird ko aap apni bachi maan rahe hai," he whispered, pulling her close, eyes burning into hers. (⁠'⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠'⁠)(⁠'⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠'⁠)(⁠'⁠∩⁠｡⁠•⁠ ⁠ᵕ⁠ ⁠•⁠｡⁠∩⁠' She tried to take her life to escape a marriage arranged by her uncle - a man who saw her only as a body to own. But death didn't claim her. He did. The man she had been taught to fear. Her family's sworn enemy. He saved her from a ghost... But she knew - he was the beast. "Didn't you think about this prince before dying?" he growled, dragging her from the edge. "If you die... then who will I marry? From whom will I take my revenge?" (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。(⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。 " Dur rahiye aap mujhse, shehzad

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝛐𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝛐𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝛐𝐧 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥. ★ The door to my motorhome slammed shut. I expected silence. I found her. Rhea stood in the center of the room, her face pale, eyes glistening with unshed tears. The sight was a sucker punch to my gut. "You're okay," she whispered, her voice a broken tremor. All my rage, my ice, my control-it shattered. I crossed the room in three strides, my hands framing her face. She flinched, but didn't pull away. "I'm fine," I growled, the words rough and foreign. And then I kissed her. It wasn't for the cameras. It wasn't part of the deal. It was a confession. A surrender. And the biggest mistake of my life. ★ Rhea Roy Chaudhary's life is a carefully curated performance. As the heiress to a crumbling empire, her image is her only currency. So when a single, scorching glance from Formula 1's infamous "Ice King," Lorenzo Vitale, catapults her into a global scandal, she's forced to make a deal with the devil himself. Lorenzo's offer is as cold as his reputation: six months of fake dating to clean up her family's name and bolster his own pristine brand. A contract drawn in ink and mutual benefit. No real feelings. No messy complications. But Lorenzo is a man who thrives on control, and Rhea is the one variable he can't calculate. Behind the staged kisses and paparazzi-perfect smiles, a dangerous game begins. Every touch feels like a lie that's too real, every whispered endearment in her native tongue a crack in his icy facade. He called her his wildest obsession as a strategy. But when the line between performance and passion shatters, they'll both discover that some risks lead to ruin-and others to a love so consuming it could destroy them both. 𝐓𝐫𝛐𝐩𝐞𝐬 Desi x Videsi Model x Racer Forced Proximity Fake Dating He Falls First and Hard

✮⋆~ A Desi Romance ~⋆✮ [ Stalker ahead ] ✧﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ✧ "Not this time it's us , We both are suffering right now " Aryaman said , gazing at her holding divorce papers in his hands. " We were never us Mr. Shekhawat " Drishti said, taking her steps back , wiping the tears from the corner of her eyes , trying to create a distance between him and her. Between them. Aryaman said in a pleading tone holding back his tears "Listen to me , please." "We met , we became friends , we liked each other's presence, we married , I lov.... Let it be ,We were just a coincidence, that's it. Her voice tinged with pain , staring only at the divorce papers he was crumbling tightly. Then his dark orbs met with her brown's only to be flinched by his roaring demure. " AND THIS FUCKING COINCIDENCE IS OUR DESTINY " ❖﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌❖ ✧ 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐓𝐈 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐓𝐀 ✧ ╰⪼ " I think it's just a dream if I woke up , happiness will be all gone. " ❖ 𝐀𝐑𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 ❖ ╰⪼ " I would cross all depths to stay in this moment with her , only for her" ⋆──── ࣪ ִֶָ☾.────⋆ " Suna aapne , Hume dard ho raha hai " ⋆──── ࣪ ִֶָ☾.────⋆

"I DON'T WANT ANY SELFISH WOMAN AROUND MY CHILD!" Rudra roared, the glass shattering in his fist. "STOP IT, RUDRA," Siya said softly, tears brimming in her eyes. "I LOVE HIM... I WOULD NEVER HURT YOUR REYANSH." "DON'T SHOW ME THOSE FAKE TEARS OF YOURS!" he snapped, voice sharp like a blade, slamming his fist into the wall with a thud that echoed through the room. "YOU THINK I CAN'T SEE THROUGH THAT INNOCENT ACT? THAT SOFTNESS? IT'S ALL A LIE, ISN'T IT?" Siya dropped to her knees, heart breaking. "IT'S NOT ABOUT REYANSH, RUDRA... IT'S ABOUT YOU... YOU NEEDED LOVE, RUDRA." . . . ╰┈➤Rudra Singhania - a six-foot-tall man, breathtakingly handsome and steamingly hot, with a presence that commands attention. Grumpy as hell, CEO of Singhania Group of Industries Pvt. Ltd., recently returned from London. A man carved from ice and fire, he's a single parent to little Reyansh - just a few months old - trying to balance towering empires with tiny cries. He hates women, hates emotions, and despises the very idea of letting a nanny or any woman near his baby. ╰┈➤Siya Sharma - a beautiful, cheerful girl with a heart full of dreams and the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders. Daughter to a single mother and a protective elder sister, she balances her 4th year of architecture with the chaos of life. What she never saw coming was becoming the unexpected nanny to Rudra Singhania's baby - a twist of fate that would change everything. Two opposites. One roof. A child in between. Will Siya ever be more than just a nanny in Rudra's eyes? Will Reyansh open his heart to her? And will Rudra finally let love touch the parts of him he's buried deep?

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Love is blind, so does guilt. Devotion is a virtue, but in the wrong eyes, it turns into blindness. Love is not always gentle-it can be cruel, consuming, and relentless. When fate binds two souls in an unholy vow, the line between worship and possession fades. And in the end, devotion is either a blessing or a curse.

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

Yeh Moh Moh ke dhaage teri ungliyon se ja uljhe~⁠♪ •A Tale of An Artist and The Broken Soul Prisoned In Darkness• ~She had the simplicity of white and knew how to combine every colour in her... ~He was colourless imprisoned in darkness... ~She never stop smiling... ~He never actually smiled.... ~She was the flower... ~Who bloomed in his darkest night... ~They had hatred in their eyes, who never meant together... |But... destiny had other other plans| ...He forced her to marry him ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ •What could be the reason that she agreed to marry him? •What will happen when two people who hate eachother will be tied together for lifetime? •Will they ever fall in love with eachother? •Will they able to unfold the truth? •Will they able to untangle the tangled threads of their deepest secrets? ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Join me on a journey to unravel A story of Two souls bind together with a thread connecting their hearts. ─•~❉᯽❉~•─ |Reyansh×Uvani|