Book-1 of His Series 𝐓𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. ______________________________________ Rudransh Singh Rathore took over the position of CEO of Rathore Industries, leading it to great heights. He is feared nationwide. People describe him as ruthless, cold, heartless, and merciless. "I'll never let anyone take her away from me , not now , not ever." Shivanya Chauhan loves teaching as it gives her confidence. She is the neglected elder child, hoping to find someone who will love and care for her. Despite her circumstances, she is sweet, caring, bubbly, and someone who spreads happiness around her. "Being kind is not a weakness ; it's my strength." _______________ Two people with different personalities , tied in an arranged marriage by their families. Join me in this journey of how they both fall in love with each other and be eachother's forever.

CAN BE READ AS STAND STAND-ALONE. This book serves as a prequel to Twisted Family of Sikandars, focusing on Aairah and Hayaan's journey from their first meeting to their early married life. This story is a journey through time-a tale of love, longing, and the inevitable pull of fate. Aairah fell first. She fell hard, surrendering her heart to a man who barely acknowledged its existence. For four long years, she loved him in silence, watching from a distance as her feelings grew deeper, stronger, and more unshakable. Hayaan Sikandar, the man who had unknowingly captured her heart, was a force of nature-powerful, untouchable, and entirely uninterested in love. But destiny has a way of playing its own games.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐮𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬 𝐀 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐃𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐃𝐈𝐃 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝, 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐚 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞???

⋆.𐙚 ̊ His Quiet Obsession: "ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴘᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴏꜰ ʜɪꜱ ꜱɪɴ- ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ʜᴇʀ ᴏɴʟʏ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ" ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── When "̶I̶ ̶b̶r̶e̶a̶k̶ ̶r̶u̶l̶e̶s̶.̶"̶ type of girl meets ̶"̶A̶n̶d̶ ̶I̶...̶ ̶r̶e̶w̶r̶i̶t̶e̶ ̶t̶h̶e̶m̶ ̶f̶o̶r̶ ̶y̶o̶u̶.̶"̶ type of man!!! ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── ★| Amaira Gupta - resident chaos supplier, unofficial princess of her family, and professional "I-want-it-so-I-get-it" kind of girl. She's a walking playlist of Taylor Swift songs, a binge-watching K-drama addict, and the kind of bubbly sunshine that somehow manages to trip over flat ground but still look adorable doing it. She's a hopeless romantic, the kind who dreams with her head in the clouds, heart in her sleeve, and diary full of dramatic what-if scenarios. Somewhere between all the laughter, the pouts, and the twirls in her floral dresses... she unknowingly lost her heart to a pair of ocean-blue eyes. ☕ ★| Shivansh - the kind of man silence belongs to. He's already the disciplined, composed owner of his own company, the sort who keeps his suits pressed, his schedule tighter than his smile, and his life free from chaos... or at least, that's what he thought. Grumpy to the core, allergic to noise and mess, and carrying a past dark enough to keep most people at arm's length - he never imagined the girl with hazel-brown eyes, the one who barged in like a hurricane, would become the exception. He tried to run from her, from the warmth she brought, but destiny doesn't exactly care about his carefully drawn lines. ──── ⋆˙⟡ ──── ♡ℍ𝕚𝕤 𝕃𝕦𝕟𝕟𝕖𝕥𝕖 𝕏 ℍ𝕖𝕣 𝔾𝕣𝕦𝕞𝕡𝕤♡

𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐥, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟. . . . . . . . . . . We've all heard the tales of good and bad, the tales of innocent deceit and her hero, the tales that despite their nature, show us the beauty in contrast. But it's the tales of pure evil that get swept under the rug. The tales of deception, where cruelty is rewarded. The tales that have you questioning who the real villain of the story is. There's a simple philosophy to most thing in life; two wrongs 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 make a right. So what ensues when you put two of the worst kinds of people together? Loyalties transfer, lines blur, and hatred ignites complete chaos. She's cunning. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. She's dangerous. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴. She's evil. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘦. Or so that's what we're told. The devil is always worse. But maybe, just maybe, she's the devil in disguise, playing his advocate... . . . . . . . . . . - 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 - 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 - 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. - 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. - 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞.

Older men make the best lovers-mature, experienced, they know exactly how to take control. But 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝘃𝗿𝗮𝘆? He wasn't just a lover. He was a beast. A true Daddy-even if he was younger than me. "𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬-" I dropped the bottle onto the table with a heavy thud, then shaped my fingers into a circle and slid my other hand up through it, showing her exactly what I meant. "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬." "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢-" she hiccupped-"𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬?" I leaned in so close my lips brushed her ear, my voice a drunken, filthy whisper. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝙨𝙚𝙭." "𝘉𝘶𝘵-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?" Maya's eyes narrowed. "𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯-𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘈 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?" The grin slipped right off my face. I sat back, letting my eyes drift over the dim, smoky bar. My other friends were dancing under flashing lights, their dresses riding high, drinks spilling. My 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 was in full swing. But all I could think about was the way he'd stretched me until I cried his name. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵-" My voice cracked before I cleared my throat. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺." 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺. I hated his smug smile. His dangerous charm. The fact that everyone avoided

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒔 ⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚ "𝐓𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐥𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐮𝐦𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐭𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐧?" ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ★𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐧𝐢𝐫𝐮𝐝𝐡★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩

#Top 2 in India ( 29/7/2025 ) #Top 3 in India ( 02/8/2025 ) #Top 1 in India ( 04/8/2025 ) 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 : 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 "ᴺᴼᵀ ᴱⱽᴱᴿʸᴼᴺᴱ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴿᴱˢᴾᴱᶜᵀ, ᵀᴴᴱʸ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴴᴬᵀᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵁᴺᵂᴬᴺᵀᴱᴰ ᴾᴸᴬᶜᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴼᴾᴸᴱ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ ". ♱ 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢 ♱ " 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 " ⋆⋆⋆ ♱ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 ♱ " 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 " " ᴴᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱˢᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ" ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Jaxiel-her hot, married neighbor. Yes, she bought him. For a night. From his wife. "He's all yours," Livia said, tossing her curls like a bored queen. Heavily pregnant and smug, she strutted out of the bedroom like a proud pimp, not looking back. The door clicked shut. Silence. "This isn't the first time, is it?" Starr asked, her eyes locked on the shirtless man standing in front of her. His jeans hung loose on his hips, belt already undone. "No," Jaxiel said simply, a bitter laugh following his answer. He stepped closer-close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off his skin. His hand slid between her thighs, slow and certain, fingers tracing the soaked fabric of her panties. "You're wet already?" She didn't respond. "Do you really like it?" she asked instead, voice steady, detached. That question stopped him. He blinked, like no one had ever dared ask him that before. Because no one had. Not Livia. Not the women. Not even himself. He didn't answer either. Then-he kissed her. No warning. No build-up. Just mouth on mouth, breath on breath. His fingers slipped past the fabric, inside her. She gasped against his lips, but didn't pull away. He explored her with slow, aching strokes-like he was trying to forget who he was. Who she was. What this was. For the first time, he wasn't just being used. And for the first time, she didn't feel like using.

How could I not fall for him- Lowell Knight, my dangerously irresistible adopted brother? At 18, I was tossed into living with the most seductive man I'd ever laid eyes on. It's forbidden, sinful- but I couldn't stop the heat building between us. I hid my desire- kept it from our parents, from him, and especially from his girlfriend. But for how long? -------------------------PREVIEW------------------------- 𝐇𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭ing 𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐀𝐬 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐛𝐢𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐚𝐧, 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦, 𝐛𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐮𝐬. 𝐃𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞?