𝐏𝐭.𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐒 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⋆₊˚༺𖦹❖𖦹༻ ˚₊⋆ Silence surrounded me, as if this place existed outside of time itself. No sound at all except for my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. A single step onto that path could mean death. I stood still at the threshold, my hands gripping the rough, weathered stone of the open doors. I didn't step forward. And then; A whisper. Low. Soft. Almost- 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. "प्रिया हृदयेश्वरी... वे आप हमारे साथ आएगी ना? विक्रमात्मिका, मेरा समिक्षा |" ("Beloved Praneshwari [Soul's Queen/ Soul's Goddess].... won't you come with me? Vikramātmikā [Vikram's soul/essence/embodiment], My Samiksha.") The voice slid through the air, curling around my name with an unsettling familiarity. It was neither a demand nor a question. It simply... was. My heart pounded. My breath caught. Who was it? I turned my head sharply to the right. No one. Swallowing, I turned to the left; And there he stood. A figure, towering at least a feet above me. Gazing at me with those unreadable-Amber eyes. I gasped. And then I woke up. Gasping. Soaked in sweat. As if I had truly been there; lived it, breathed it, barely survived it. "Samiksha...", A voice - real - behind me. I turned. Vikram Rao Nandan. My alliance husband. Sat there... eyes the same burning, intense, but this time they burned like the ones in my dream. Before I could speak, he did. And his voice was different. Final. Like a verdict. "You and I are always meant to be, my beloved. Even if I have to hunt you down from the ends of the world... even from the depths of darkness itself. We belong together. 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 & his 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚- 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳."

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆...𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂. __________________________________________ |● 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈×𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐌 In a world where power whispers louder than screams & silence kills, where the walls have the stories that are meant to be hidden, where some vows are made in blood. Some in shadows, he sat on the throne. The throne born of ruin. And she-unseen, unheard, unwanted-was the only one who ever looked him in the eye... and didn't look away. She didn't belong to him. But she wasn't hers anymore either. He wanted to drag her into his world, ruin her with his silence, mark her where no one else could see. And yet, he stood there-cold, controlled, burning. Because the ache wasn't the worst part. The fact that he liked it was. Two unseen souls. One forced bond. And a storm no one saw coming. #2nd book in "His Bride" Series. ●Started on 3rd October. ROY♡

1950 - 55s, set in a village in rural Uttar Pradesh. Kalyani's world crumbles when her father's unpaid debt becomes the price of her future. To save her family from losing everything, she is married into the powerful Zamindar's family as the wife of Abhimanyu Singh.... the only son (heir) of the ruthless Zamindar, Raghavendra Singh. Abhimanyu, a man who despises his father's cruelty and control, never wanted this marriage. But when Raghavendra spots Kalyani's breathtaking beauty and uses emotional blackmail through Abhimanyu's soft-hearted mother, the trap is set. Forced to marry before his 30th birthday, Abhimanyu agreed but just in one condition. He wants his father to step down from his position and hand it over to him. In the shadows of the grand zamindar estate, where duty clashes with desire, an intense bond begins to bloom between the stoic, brooding heir and his shy, pure-hearted bride. What begins as a marriage born from debt slowly transforms into something neither of them expected. Amid family politics, buried secrets, and a father determined to control every life around him, two strangers discover that sometimes the strongest love stories are written by fate... not choice. TROPES ➤ Forced Arranged Marriage ➤ Marriage to Repay a Family Debt ➤ Zamindar's Son × Innocent Village Girl ➤ Lots of Foreplay & Smut (18+) ➤ Protective & Possessive Husband ➤ Forced Proximity ➤ Ruthless Father vs. Rebellious Son ➤ Emotional Healing ➤ Touch Her and Regret It ➤ Jealous & Possessive Husband ➤ Mutual Respect ➤ Love After Marriage Let us join Kalyani and Abhimanyu in their journey of love after marriage... ✨

#Top2 in India : 6/1/26 #Top1 in India : 7/1/26 #Top5 in India: 11/1/26 𝗬𝗨𝗩𝗔𝗔𝗡 𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔: A 26-year old Professor, who is also a According to his students 'He is the most handsome man alive on the planet'. He is 6 '2 tall which makes him more attractive and handsome and not to forget his jet black eyes, perfectly gelled hair, light beard and especially his 8-pack body. He is the only son of a billionaire but nobody knows it. 𝗝𝗔𝗔𝗡𝗩𝗜 𝗔𝗚𝗡𝗜𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗥𝗜: A 19-year old, mischievous girl whose laugh never left her face and just finished her schooling. She can laugh anywhere in any situation because of which she always gets into trouble. She is 5 '1, which is not too short. Okay, "her words" had grey eyes with short hair till her shoulder and had a zero figure. She is the only daughter of the Chief Minister of the state which know one knows except her bestfriends. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ To know more about them, Dive into the story. Suno itna tak padhe na.. toh phir aage padhne mein kya problem hai. Jao na please..*puppy eyes*

[COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTCK] 𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐡... 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little storm- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 18+ content. Mature language!

°‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔ 𝙧𝙤𝙢-𝙘𝙤𝙢 *:･⋆˚꩜｡🫧🐋 She only went to a wedding for the food and a quiet escape from family questions. Love was the last thing on her mind, especially not meeting anyone there. But one simple question from an aunty changed everything. In a moment of panic, she pointed at the man sitting beside her, casually eating a gulab jamun, and called him her husband to avoid an awkward situation. What she didn't know was that fate had a twisted sense of humor. That man wasn't a stranger at all... he was the aunty's son. And just like that, a small lie turned into an unexpected mess of chaos, embarrassment, and a connection she never saw coming.

A tale of past lovers reborn as the heirs of enemy families. ____________________________________ ___________________ "Dhruvvvvvvvvvvvv!" she screamed and pushed them with all the strength she had. She ran to him, fell to her knees, crying loudly and screaming. There was a fruit basket on it with a knife. She took out the knife. "D-don't... k-koi pass nahi aayega..." tears were flowing from her eyes. "Heart, I'm sorry. Main humari kismat nahi badal paya," he said while hugging her. Tears were flowing from his eyes. His chest was getting heavy as his breaths were getting stuck in his throat. She shook her head in denial. "Nahi, Dhruv... hum saath hain... chahe marne ke baad hi kyun na ho." She rested her head on Dhruv's chest and whispered, "I... I told you na, there is no Suvira without Dhruv... I will meet you again." Arushi screamed, "SUVIRAAAA! NOOOO! DON'T--- Before she could finish, Suvira stabbed the knife into her stomach. Tears were flowing from her eyes, but there was a smile on her face... a satisfaction... of leaving the world together. As she stabbed herself in the stomach, everyone froze in their spots. Dhruv's world collapsed as he looked at her. Words were not coming out of his mouth. His lips were trembling. He cried out loud, embracing her in his arms as her head rested on his chest. The only words that came out of his mouth were, "I hate you, Madhav... aapse meri khushi bardasht nahi hoti na? You always choose me to hurt. Why... why always me?... Now it's enough of your entertainment... enough." He looked at her face and saw her slowly closing her eyes. He could feel her heartbeat decreasing. He hugged Suvira even more tightly, closing his eyes. "I love you, Dhruv," she mumbled and closed her eyes, leaving her body. That was their past... But what happens when two souls, bound by love in their past life, are reborn as the heirs of enemy families? Will destiny reunite them... or make them destroy each other all over again?

•𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Three Mafia sisters. Three broken men. Raised in blood and fire-three sisters Ira, Isha, and Aisha. They rule the underworld with ruthless hearts and buried pain in their hearts. But when they cross paths with three vulnerable men-Ishaan, Rivaan, and Devansh; three best friends who are bound by secrets, scars, and survival of deep torment. One is a waiter, another is deaf maths professor and then comes the male pr(stitute. None of them were ready for the storm these women would bring in their lives. And the sisters? They didn't expect to fall not in love, but into something darker. Deeper. More dangerous. ────────────────── Started on : 13 March 2026 Ended on :

☆☆☆☆☆☆A Dark Romance Book☆☆☆☆☆ TROPES ●Contract Marriage. ○Forced Marriage. ○Both Fell together and harder. ☆EnemiesToLovers ●Mature Scene. ○Bre@st Kink. ●Touch him or her die. ○Strong and Sassy FL. ●Possessive &Obsessive ML. ○Mafia. ●Dark Romance. ○Mystery. ☆Hate to Love... Many More............ Warning-This Book Contain mature scene

"How would you like to get f*ck today, my dear wife?" 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 "It was the year 1999....when eyes still mirrored every emotion, and love spoke without a single word." बात सन 1999 की जब आंखें ज़ज्बात का आईना हुआ करती थीं! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Vedarth is the kind of man who leaves a quiet impression. He's smart and genuinely intelligent, the type who observes more than he speaks. There's a shy charm in the way he carries himself, yet every now and then, a playful flirt slips through his calm exterior. He fell in love with his wife the moment he saw her, a feeling that still reflects in his eyes whenever she's around. Though a little mysterious at times, he treats everyone with respect and warmth, making him surprisingly easy to talk to and impossible to forget. Aratrika is a quiet storm wrapped in soft edges. She's shy and a little nerdy, but her sharp mind always shines in her academics as she works toward her degree. She loves her siblings fiercely, and they're her biggest source of joy. Marriage isn't something she ever dreamed about, and with her father's wish steering her future, she's stepping into it with zero expectations. Still, she keeps her dignity intact. She's respectful to everyone but never afraid to speak the truth when it matters. Promo- In 1999, an arranged marriage ties two strangers together. For her, it's duty. For him, it's destiny. He falls first. He falls harder. And once she's his, heaven helps the man who even looks her way. She meets him with quiet grace. He meets her with an intensity he can't hide-soft around her, ruthless around the world. Forced proximity turns into something warmer, deeper, and far more dangerous. Every shared silence, every almost-touch pulls them closer than either planned. But the past is never truly past. Secrets rise. Shadows stretch. And love becomes the only thing strong enough to survive the storm.