Shaarvika Shekhawat x Aryaman Raghuwanshi Shaarvika Shekhawat ✨️ Self-made billionaire. Business woman and a secret and most feared personality of underworld. CEO and Founder of her own business empire "SS EMPIRE". A perfect girl who possess hour glass body with immense beauty- capable of bringing any man to his knees. She is the best example of perfect blend of traditions with modernity. Grown up surrounded by overprotective and possessive father and brothers. Most loved and pampered one in the family as she is the only girl child of her family born after 10 generation. An ambivert. A girl who carries dark aura. Cold, grumpy and ruthless- but only for the world. For her family she is just their sweet, sunshine, bubbly and innocent princess. Aryaman Raghuwanshi ✨️ A Trillionaire. Most powerful and feared person of Asia. Belongs the most influential family of India. Yuvraj of Rajasthan and also a mafia king of India-- practically, ruling over more than half or the world. CEO of "Raghuwanshi group of companies". A Greek God personality with a perfect handsome face and body. Toned muscles, 8 packs, slightly long hair, ocean blue eyes and veiny hands- are some of his best features. Cold and dark personality carrier. Grumpy, ruthless and very possessive about his things. ___ "Every relationship is based on trust and respect. If any of the either become weak, the relationship also starts getting weak and gradually it breaks" She whispered, staring deep into his eyes. Her voice void of any emotion but her eyes- it said everything. For a moment she really wanted him to say something... anything. But her delusion broke when he kept numb. He didn't said anything, he wasn't in his sense his anger has overpowered him. And that one silence shattered everything they built together. ___ Troops: Love at first sight CEO x CEO Mafia romance Royal romance Strong female lead Age-gap Possessive MMC & FMC He fell first and both fell harder Loving family Dark

Katha Choudhury, 26, Is the most pampered princess of the powerful Choudhury mafia family. Feisty, fearless, and fiercely brilliant, she's India's top lawyer and owns the country's most elite law firm. Known for her courtroom dominance, Katha always gets her brothers out of trouble-and no one dares to cross her or the Choudhurys. Dattatriya Agnivanshi, 34, Is the cold-blooded Chief Minister of Rajasthan and the undisputed ruler of both Rajasthan and the Italian Mafia. Ruthless, emotionless, and dangerously mysterious, he's a man feared by nations and obeyed without question. He despises everyone, including his own blood, and harbors a deep, deadly rivalry with the powerful Choudhury family. Crossing him is a death wish. What happens when the Queen of Justice is bound to the King of Shadows? When fire meets ice, and law collides with lawlessness? When the woman who defends the guilty meets the man who never pleads innocent? What happens when Katha Choudhury and Dattatriya Agnivanshi-sworn enemies, forged in different fires-are forced to stand side by side? Will it be war, destruction... or something far more dangerous?

RAJVEER X SIYA❤️🔥Rajveer Rathore controls everything. She bows to no one. In a dangerous game of obsession and desire... who will ruin whom first? 😈 Siya Rajgor has built an empire in cybersecurity-brilliant, fearless, and utterly untouchable. Until an arranged marriage forces her into the deadly world of Rajveer Rathore, a ruthless mafia king who rules with an iron fist. Neither of them knew who they were marrying until it was too late. With no way out, Siya lays down a condition: the marriage will last one year, nothing more. Rajveer agrees, believing that a year is all he needs to own her, break her, make her his. But Siya isn't a woman who submits. She meets him head-on, challenging his control at every turn. To Rajveer, Siya isn't just a wife-she's a weapon, a key player in his dangerous game, a queen meant to stand beside him. But her defiance ignites something dark in him. He doesn't just want her obedience. He wants her soul. 🔥 "Why do you keep doing this, Rajveer? If I'm just a pawn, why does it feel like you'd burn the world down for me?" 💀 "You think you can walk away from me, Mrs. Siya Rathore? You were mine the moment you entered my world. And I don't let go of what's mine." But when a deadly enemy targets Siya, the game turns lethal. Rajveer swore he'd never lose control, but she's the one thing he refuses to lose. Siya isn't blind. She knows Rajveer still sees her as something to own. And if there's one thing she won't allow, it's being someone's possession. The contract is ending. The walls are closing in. Now, Rajveer must decide-will he let her go, or will he ruin her just to keep her? ⚠️ Enemies to lovers. Arranged marriage. Obsession. Power play. Read at your own risk. 🔥

⋆ Book 1 of "Love or Escape Series" 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 (a forced marriage saga) #2 in the Top 10 india- 19/02/2026 #4 in the Top 10 india- 19/04/2026 #3 in the Top 10 india - 04/05/2026 ⋆⋆⋆⋆⋆ Anvika Mehra (24) was supposed to become a bride, but instead she ran away on her wedding day. Not because she didn't know the groom. Not because she loved someone else. But because some marriages don't feel like unions....they feel like cages. Veeransh Raizada (30) never believed in love. He believed in order, reputation, and keeping his word. So when his younger brother's bride vanished on the wedding day, It was humiliation...he felt. And humiliation demands consequences. The wedding that was meant to be simple becomes a turning point. A mistake Anvika thought she could escape. A decision Veeransh refuses to forgive. But the main question...is it really for revenge? or something else is brewing behind those dark chambers. She wanted freedom. He gives her forever. Because running away was easy. Living with the consequences won't be. _________________

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐳𝐞. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧... 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫. "Please... don't do this. I'm scared," she whispered, her voice shaking, barely louder than her own heartbeat. He didn't step back. Didn't blink. A slow smirk curved his lips - not warm, not kind... the kind that made the air feel thinner. "Scared?" he said quietly, almost amused. "You should be." Her breath hitched. "I'm not going to hurt you," he continued, voice low and controlled, "unless you give me a reason to." "𝐒𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐏𝐢𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨" Top ranks ❤️ 3 #stalker 9 #dangerouslove 8 #controlling 30 April 2016

𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐗 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 | "𝗜 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗘 𝗬𝗢𝗨" she screamed right into his face, her voice laced with pure venom. Tears kept spilling from her eyes, but her grip on the gun never weakened. She had expected him to shout back. But all she found was his unwavering stare. "𝗦𝗼... 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗹?" The words came out of him with a faint harshness, as though they were dragged from somewhere painfully deep. His jaw tightened slightly. But all he received in return was silence. And somehow, that silence was louder than any answer she could have given. His eyes searched her face-the trembling lips, the red, swollen eyes, the helpless fury trying desperately to hide heartbreak. Then his voice cut through the stillness again. "𝗪𝗮𝘀 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝗯𝗶𝗴... 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗹𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗶𝘁?" The words struck her like a blow to the chest. Her breath stuttered, her composure collapsed. And that was all he needed. He moved. Slow. Deliberate. "𝗦𝗼 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝗰𝘁?"he said quietly, his voice low and cutting. "𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀... 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲..."He paused for half a second, watching her break. "...𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗺𝗼𝗮𝗻𝘀-" BANGGGG. The sound ripped through the room. He never got to finish his sentence. The bullet tore through his arm. His body jerked back. For a heartbeat, the world seemed to stand still. Then...his smirk widened. "𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝗻... 𝗠𝘆 𝗗𝗲𝗮𝗿 𝗪𝗶𝗳𝗲."

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

Paridhi, a 30-year-old, Orphan and self-made billionaire, is a woman forged by hardship and triumph. From an early age, she endured relentless bullying and societal rejection simply for being parentless. Despite being treated like trash, she never bowed to her tormentors. With fierce determination, Paridhi clawed her way to the top, building a multi-billion-dollar empire through sheer grit and brilliance. Her ruthless, no-nonsense demeanor now commands respect and fear - nobody dares cross her. But fate had other plans. A tragic accident catapults Paridhi into an unfamiliar reality - the world of a novel titled My Obsessive Billionaire. In this fictional universe, she finds herself reincarnated as the villainess, Paridhi Rathod, an 18-year-old spoiled brat who bullied and tormented the story's innocent female protagonist to win the male lead's love. The villainess meets a grim fate in the original storyline, dying miserably after being outcast by society. Now trapped in the body of the villainess with a tarnished reputation and dangerous enemies, Paridhi must decide her path. Will she follow the doomed fate of the original Paridhi Rathod, or will her sharp wit, fierce determination, and ruthless business acumen help her rewrite the story? This time, survival isn't just a game - it's war.

Ikroor Shehgal, 26 the iron-willed heiress of the Shehgal empire. Raised to be unbreakable, she is the perfect successor to Shehgal Industries, cold, precise, and untouchable. Beneath the polished façade of legality, she secretly reigns as the silent queen of a hidden cannabis empire, ruling the weed kingdom without mercy. She speaks little, feels less - at least that's what the world believes. Her parents receive nothing beyond necessary words, while only her dadi holds the key to the fragile pieces of her heart. She despises her younger sister, seeing weakness where she was taught strength. Emotionless by design... yet somewhere in the shadows of her guarded soul, Ikroor quietly longs for a love she was never allowed to have. Agastya Raghavan, 32 the golden heir of the powerful Raghavan dynasty. To his parents, he is their flawless prince - gentle, obedient, and impossibly composed. To the world, he is a ruthless nightlife magnate, ruling casinos and shadowed empires with a single calculated glance. Calm. Strategic. Untouchable. Beneath his legal throne lies a darker truth - the unseen mastermind of a feared international syndicate, merciless in power and betrayal. He does not forgive. He does not forget. But behind closed doors, for the few he loves, Agastya is warmth wrapped in steel - fiercely protective, quietly possessive, and devastatingly loyal. He does not give his heart easily. But when he does... it is forever.

I crouched down, searching for my walking stick as the crowd around me erupted in chaos. My heart raced, fearing if I would get hurt in a place I was never supposed to come. All of a sudden everything stopped, the air around me stilled as the aftertaste of the gun shot lingered behind. My heart dropped, a tear slipping from my eyes as I wondered who would get shot next. But that shot never came. Rather a hand forwarded me my walking stick as I grasped it like it was my lifeline. And ironically it was. "W-who are you?" I asked as I caught my breath, my eyes darting to find a presence near me. No reply came but what I felt sent shivers down my spine. The man in front of me was no ordinary person, his eyes heavy as I felt their pressure on me. Dominating and ever consuming as they demanded my attention. Then all of a sudden a gloved hands shot up near my face wiping my lone tear, my hands almost reaching to touch his expensive leather gloves. But before I could, everything stopped. His unknown presence left as the room around me found its light back. And I was left with a feeling of dread that I would get my answer very soon. ✰⋆｡:ﾟ･*☽ [18+] A stand alone sequel to Forced, By You.