Harsha Vardhan- An officer known for his authority, discipline, and commanding presence. A man who controls every situation... except the one involving her. Keerthana- Bubbly, bold, and fearless in the eyes of the world. She smiles loud, speaks her mind, and walks like she owns the room. But to him, she is simply his kitten. He wears a uniform that demands respect. She carries a past that taught her to survive. He is discipline. Power. Control. She is chaos. Fear. Fire she doesn't know she has. This is not a fairy tale. This is a story of power, trust, obsession, and love that owns you quietly. Because once Harsha Vardhan chose Keerthana... His kitten was never meant to belong to anyone else. 🖤🔥

"The gods split their souls. The fire will decide if they deserve to be whole." In the sacred kingdom of Avanti, Anvika is a vessel of light, her beauty matched only by her terrifying resolve. Bound by a nine-year vow of absolute silence, she is sent to the jagged peaks of the North to marry a man she has never met. She carries a golden thread at her throat-a tether to the divine that will blacken and choke her if she surrenders to the secrets of her heart. Rudraksh is the iron-fisted Prince of the ANANTHGIRI, a warrior whose skin is a canvas of scars and whose shoulder bears the burning mark of the Trident. He has spent his life fighting shadows, never expecting the greatest threat to his composure to be the silent woman who now walks his halls. A three-thousand-year-old curse dictates their lives: they are souls born to find each other, yet forbidden to touch. In the obsidian heart of the fortress, their proximity is a trial by fire. Every look is a transgression; every shared breath is a rebellion against the heavens. As a blood-red eclipse looms and ancient enemies gather at the gates, the Prince and the Priestess must face the ultimate pariksha. In a world where a single touch can ignite a cosmic catastrophe, they must prove that their devotion is stronger than their desire. The stars are watching. The shadows are hungry. And the Fire is the only witness.

In the era 1918 𓍼 Love chose to destroy the one who reached it, no matter if that one was a person or just its past version which needed to be destroyed so it could breathe again - freely. [ First book of love under the colonial era ]

[Under editing] 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 & 𝐕𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 Viana Singh wasn't supposed to fall for Vivaan Singhania-but she did. It was instant, irrational, and entirely one-sided. He was distant, reserved, and barely noticed her existence. But then, against all odds, they became friends. And Vivaan, who never let people in, started letting her closer. Feelings change, perspectives shift, and suddenly, the girl who once fell alone isn't the only one falling anymore.

𝙃𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙞𝙨 𝙚𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙖𝙣𝙚 !

" karthik please meri bat suno yar.... " chup ho jao Ridhima....I beg you please be silent " my eyes turned disbelief and it hurts the man who used to listen to me with his whole heart now begging me to not utter a word. I didn't say anything, because I knew nothing would change. Before I realized, we were already at my parents' house. Stopping the car, he got out, came to my side, and opened the door. "Karthik, please... ek baar. Just once, hear me out," I pleaded, but his expression didn't change. Suddenly, he lifted me out of the car. "Andar jao, Ridhima. Aur us ghar mein kabhi pair mat rakhna." He put me down making me shake my head as my voice stopped for the word I was going to speak. Saying this, he left. "Is this the end?" I asked myself in disbelief as my vision blurred from the unstoppable tears. RIDHIMA ARORA Ridhima Arora, 23, was a bubbly and outspoken girl who still lived with her parents like a little kid, always brightening everyone's mood with her cheesy talk. After completing her MSc, her parents convinced her to marry. At first, she refused-but the moment she saw him, she blurted out, "Hayee, shaadi toh main isi se hi karungi... pura Theo James ki copy hai!" Her excitement, however, shattered the moment she stepped into his house, where she discovered everyone was secretly plotting against him. KARTHIK OBEROI A 28 year old a successful CA, was born into luxury and endless love-until the day tragedy struck and he lost both his parents. Forced to live with his uncle and aunt, he grew up surrounded by masked affection, never realizing they were plotting to strip him of his inheritance under the lie of debts. Yet, in the midst of betrayal and loss, he found Ridhima. As his wife, she became not just his partner but his true home-loving him with warmth and fighting for him with the fierce devotion of the family he had lost. Limit khatam hogai discription ki ~ Thank you 💋

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

Shivanshika Mishra loves to dance, a Kathak dancer bound by grace and innocence. Rudra Pratap Singh trains others to fight, a self-defense trainer, disciplined and perfection-driven. But an unexpected morning turned her world upside down and set her on a path of strength and survival. When fate brings them together, protection turns into something neither expected. A girl learning to stand strong. A man who carries storms within, learning to heal. He never believed in love... But when he falls, he falls first. And he falls harder. Because some loves are chosen... And some are written long before we are born. Tropes - Revenge, Trainer × Student, Protective Hero, Strangers to Lovers, Slow Burn Romance, Healing Romance, Destiny Entwined

Maine kaha tha na... ki main lautunga. Aur jab main lautunga, toh tumhari is napaak basti ki raakh par mera Tandav hoga! (I told you... I would return. And when I do, I will dance the Tandav of destruction upon the ashes of this unholy city!) Twenty-two years ago, the Raghuvanshi lineage committed a sin that the desert sands could never bury. To save their kingdom from a perceived curse, they shackled their own first-born-an eleven-year-old boy with bloodshot eyes and a heart full of fire-and cast him into the darkness. To the world, he was a Kalank (a stain). To his father, he was a monster. To the records, he was dead. Present Day: The Raghuvanshi Haveli is bathed in gold. The "Golden Heir," Aryaman Raghuvanshi, is set to marry the ethereal Nandini Suryavanshi. It is a union of power, politics, and a desperate attempt to erase the past. But as the Haldi ceremony begins, the omens turn violent. The sacred turmeric burns Nandini's skin, and the air grows heavy with the scent of an impending storm. While the city celebrates, a shadow has landed. He doesn't come for a crown, and he doesn't come for an apology. He comes to reclaim the debt written in his own blood. Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is back. He is the ghost they couldn't kill, the demon they couldn't cage, and now... he is the groom they never saw coming. As the wedding bells begin to toll, the line between love and revenge blurs. Nandini is the prize in a war she didn't start, caught between a "Prince" who is running for his life and a "Monster" who has finally come home to claim his bride. "Ishq kalank hai, aashiq kalank hai... aur ab, barbaadi hi is mohabbat ka shagun hai." (lover is a stain... and now, ruin is the sacred omen of this love)

💍 She was the pawn. He was the king. But pawns can burn the board. 🖤 An unwanted girl. A cold heir. A marriage born of power, not love. 🔥 He ruled with dominance. She lived in shadows. But when their worlds collided, nothing would remain the same. 🌹 She feared him. He controlled her. But between fear and fire... love had no rule