𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐎𝐑 𝐏𝐎𝚰𝐒𝐎𝐍 ~☆ She's the nation's most desired woman. He's the business world's youngest shark. Neither believes in love-until they're trapped in it. Mayera Saxena, 34, is a top model and award-winning actress, known for her beauty, confidence, and the walls she's built around her heart. Love, for her, is a luxury she doesn't believe in. Rivaan Malhotra, 24, is a ambivert, businessman, ambitious, and dangerously charming. He has no interest in commitment, only control.When a scandal threatens both their worlds, one solution binds them together: a contract marriage. No emotions, no promises-just a deal. But what happens when the lines between love and poison begin to blur? When stolen glances turn into lingering touches... When jealousy burns hotter than pride... When two people who swore to keep their hearts locked start craving the very thing they feared the most? In this world of glamour, lies, and desire- Will their marriage be their greatest mistake... or the only truth they'll ever know? TROPES:- ☆Contract Marriage ☆Age Gap Romance ☆Opposites Attract ☆Clash of Egos ☆Slow Burn Enemies to Lovers

If you all want to read a detailed mafia world blended with a royal bloodline that actually matters to the plot - and not just for aesthetic namesake - then this story is for you. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ For all the girls who fall for anti-heroes with dangerous minds, layered personalities, and hearts that love only once - this story is for you. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Randhir Birla × Tanishka Bhardwaj "If you truly accept me as your husband, Tanishka... then be a good wife and take my virginity, wife." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Rithvik Agnihotri × Shivanya Chauhan "Please honour me, and please put your beautiful legs on my shoulder and allow me to worship your existence, Shivanya."

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

She once dreamed of marrying Him. Not for revenge. Not for hatred. But for love. Love from that childhood. Genuine. Pure. Until the night that changed everything. Years later, she returns with a heart full of scars and a plan carefully built on betrayal. She will marry him, step into his world, and watch it crumble from the inside. But Vedang doesn't see an enemy. He only see his Littlehead, whom he thought he lost years ago. Without knowing the truth behind her identity, he finds himself helplessly drawn to her-obsessed, captivated, and hopelessly in love. And every time he calls her "little head," something from past threatens to break the wall. Because revenge is simple. But loving the man you swore to destroy... is not. But by the time the truth surfaces and He founds his family member's murderer. You all will ask- who destroyed whom? NYRA DHAWAN x VEDANG SINGHANIA

" 𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢" ⎯ Zoravar Singh Ahlawat♚ ❣ °•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●☆(◕‿◕✿)☆●○•°●○•°●○•°●○•° ❣ "𝐀𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢! 𝐎𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐠𝐢" ⎯ Eshvika Sharma♛ . . . . . . . . . . . . . Do Not Copy My Work! Read trigger warning before reading the book. ❣

She slapped him. He married her. That's how the war began. Kaashi Raghuvanshi is a crime journalist who has never known when to shut up...especially when a powerful man is standing in front of her. Rana Agastya Singh Rathore is the Chief Minister of Uttar Pradesh, heir to one of the country's most powerful families and a man who doesn't tolerate disrespect. Unfortunately for him, Kaashi doesn't tolerate men who think they're untouchable. One investigation. One mistake. One line crossed. And suddenly, the woman who spent her career exposing powerful men is standing beside the most powerful man she's ever hated... as his wife. He calls it revenge. She calls it war. But neither of them knows that their hatred was never entirely theirs. Someone has been watching. Someone has been manipulating the truth. And someone wanted Rana Agastya Singh Rathore and Kaashi Raghuvanshi together long before either of them even knew the other's name. Because this was never just a love story. It was a game. And they were both being played. 🖤

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

Nandini's POV "Do you like it, little bird?" Hukum asked softly. Heat rushed to my cheeks. I couldn't even look at him. The mere fact that I was sitting so close to him made my heart race uncontrollably. This was wrong. So wrong. He was the mighty Rajvanshi heir. The man everyone feared. And I... I was nothing more than a servant's daughter. Someone who never belonged in his world. Someone who should never have been here. A lump formed in my throat as tears blurred my vision. Without thinking, I pushed against his chest and quickly tried to move away. I needed distance. I needed to breathe. But before I could take even a single step, his hand wrapped around my wrist. With one pull, I was back beside him. My breath caught. "We're not done yet, wifey." The word hit me harder than it should have. Wifey. My stomach twisted painfully. I shook my head. "I'm not your wife." My voice came out weaker than I intended. "That marriage..." I swallowed. "It was a mistake." For a moment, silence filled the room. Dangerous silence. The kind that made my heart pound harder. Slowly, Hukum stood. His dark eyes locked onto mine. Unblinking. Unreadable. And then- A small smile appeared on his lips. The kind of smile that sent chills down my spine. "A mistake?" he repeated quietly. He took a step toward me. Then another. And another. Until my back hit the wall. Nowhere left to run. Nowhere left to hide. His gaze dropped briefly to the mangalsutra resting against my throat before returning to my eyes. And what he said next made the blood drain from my face. "Then tell me, little bird..." He reached into his pocket and pulled out something. Something that should not have existed. Something that could destroy everything I believed. "If our marriage was a mistake..." His fingers tightened around it. "Then why do I have this?" --- To be continued... 🔥

"I am not a saint. I am a sin who will devour you, worship every inch of you until you forget where pain ends and pleasure begin." Her jaw clenched. A humorless chuckle escaped her lips. "I am your biggest mistake, Mr. Yugarth Singh Rathore." His laugh was a shard of glass in the darkness. He leaned in, a promise of violence in his eyes. "Careful. My mistakes don't get second chances. They get buried." Her jaw tightened, a last, futile show of strength. "Don't try to touch me. Stay away." His smirk was a wolf's, baring teeth. "You're saying this when I am already burning deep inside you, jaan? "Your body is my sanctuary," he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through her veins, dark as the abyss they danced on the edge of. "The only thing I ever worship is you. I am devoted to every inch of you." "I don't worship gods," he murmured. "I worship the ruin I chose... and that ruin is you."

🌼𑁍 सिंदूर से बदला 𑁍🌼 [🔥Revenge through Vermillion ] One midnight ritual. A forest mandir surrounded by guns. A forced vow that shatters two worlds. 🩷Noor Sehgal is the innocent daughter of a CBI officer, used as a pawn in a game she never signed up for. 🩶Reyansh Raizada is the underworld's cold-blooded king, a man who doesn't believe in forgiveness-only in debts. He didn't marry her for love. He married her to watch her father bleed. He marks her forehead with sindoor not as a blessing, but as a brand of ownership. She is his prisoner. He is her ruin. But as the lines between hatred and obsession blur, Noor must realize that the man who stole her freedom might be the only one standing between her and a far darker fate. 🥀"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐫... 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞."🥀 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟐𝟏+ | 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 | 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞