My mind and heart have been consumed by her since the moment I realised I love her more than myself. She embodies beauty, not just in appearance but in spirit. Her body, marked with scars, tells a story that only enhances her allure. She has the power to bring me to my knees whenever she wishes. Her smile is the light I seek at the end of every day. When I first met her at the club, she was the ultimate flirt. Although she was drunk, I remained sober. She playfully claimed I was her crush. However, when we met again, she was lying unconscious in the middle of the road, looking almost lifeless. She fell into a coma for days, and during that time, I stood by her side, caring for her without hesitation. For the sake of my daughter, I made her my assistant, and through that decision, she eventually became my wife: Shivi Laksh Chauhan.

"𝓐 𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓬𝓱 𝓶𝓪𝓭𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓗𝓮𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓷..." Reyaansh Singh Rathore, the Hukum Sa of Rajasthan and King of India, ruled with an iron fist. He was known for his unrivaled handsomeness and immense wealth, but he kept his emotions, especially love for his family, hidden behind a wall of stoicism. His Achilles' heel, his uncontrollable anger, was a red flag that threatened his rule. In fits of rage, he lashed out at anyone, oblivious who are they to him.However, Reyansh's life took a turn when he met someone extraordinary. This person managed to break through his anger, and for the first time, he realized that he wasn't the center of the universe. Aira Sharma, a sweet, fun-loving girl, had always been the embodiment of inner and outer beauty. Yet, her life had been confined within the strict bounds of her family's expectations. Unseen sorrows haunted her from the past, locking away secrets she couldn't share with anyone.However, everything changed when fate intervened, leading her to a person whose presence shattered her isolation. In their shared moments, Aira discovered that she wasn't alone in her struggles. Be a witness of this story of Reyansh and Aira Their love story is a reminder that when two people learn to love and accept one another, they can overcome any obstacle.

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 "𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 She is Doctor He is Mafia king She is kind He is rude She is an angel He is devil She believes in shiv ji He believes that there is no god ____________________________________________________________ Abhimaan Singh Rathore Billionaire buisnessman and king of Rajasthan. love his family and can do anything to protect them. Ishita Mehra top 10 successful and richest surgeon of india. Pampered by Mehra's. love her family alot and believe in shiv ji. ____________________________________________________________ "What was my mistake tell me what was my mistake i love you that was my mistake than let me tell you one thing Abhimaan Singh Rathore i will do this mistake till my last breath. she said. "I had said this on our wedding night and I'm saying it last time if you love me the only thing you will get is hurt. He said ignoring his heart that is saying to wipe her tears that slip from her beautiful eyes because of his words. Let's see what will happen when grumpy meets sunshine _____________________________________________________________ °-Tropes-° Marriage of convience Enemies to lovers She fell first but he fell harder Slow burn romance Family secrets Billionaire Mafia Husband Strong female lead MafiaXDoctor Royal Romance Mafia romance - touch her and die ______________________________________________________________

"How badly do you want to get fucked, butterfly?" ------- .˚₊✧₊˚. -------- **This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating** ~ I should not be in love with her. Not after I know, who she is. Yet I did. Deeply, madly, insanely in love with her. To a point where my soul is consumed by her. But what about her? Does she want to be with me after knowing the truth? Would she accept me? Will she choose me? My Wife is my obsession. A sin that I'm willing to commit. Hiding the truth was my plan but not every plan is successful. I tried to keep the skeletons locked but what if my wife finds the key? Kainaat Rajput, is my personal heaven and I won't let her get tainted by my lies. Even if it costs me my life. - Kainaat Rajput, A sweet girl with a golden heart who was living peacefully in Delhi, studying in a good college but after her graduation she decided to move back to her native place, Udaipur.But she didn't know that coming back could lead her to a marriage with an Ruthless Royal, A Royal who has been in love with her since forever. Reyaansh Singh Rajvansh, King of Udaipur and CEO of rajvansh CO, a not so normal guy with a complicated life filled with enemies and darkness gets married to an angel. Marriage comes in his life with past hurdles, The old revenge. His desire to be hers was forbidden yet for him, he wanted to taste this forbidden fruit. But what will happen when Kainaat gets to know the real truth about Reyaansh? How will they both survive when their enterwined past creates hurdles in their married life? Read the book to find out the answers. [English Translation Available]

Life is cruel, but sometimes strangely kind. Failure can break you-but what if it also reshapes you? What if the pieces you thought were lost are only waiting for someone else's broken pieces to complete them? This is not a story of perfect love. This is the story of Dhruv Rajput and Ishita Ranawat - two souls scarred by betrayal and pain, who once believed love and marriage were nothing but cages. Dhruv Rajput: a brilliant criminal lawyer, self-made, ambitious, fearless. Yet behind his perfection lies a quiet tragedy - betrayal that shattered his faith in love. His only anchor is his eight-month-old son, Akay. Love? For Dhruv, it's just a mask for the ugliest truths. Ishita Ranawat: strong yet delicate, soft yet unbending. Born into a family that saw daughters as burdens, forced into a toxic marriage, she watched her dreams and identity fade. When she gave life to her daughter, Vamika, she was cast aside. For Ishita, love is a cruel illusion. Two broken people. Two innocent children. Can Akay and Vamika become the reason their parents find light again? Can they heal wounds too deep and make their parents believe in second chances? When destiny forces Dhruv and Ishita into an arranged marriage neither wants, their hearts resist, their scars protest. But love has a way of seeping through even the hardest walls. Will Dhruv learn that not every woman betrays? Will Ishita discover that not every marriage is a cage? His Arranged Wife is a story of strength, trust rebuilt, and wounds healed - where two broken halves may finally find their whole.

My Husband, My Tormentor I never imagined my life would take such a sharp turn. Everything seemed to be going well-I had escaped from my past to start fresh in a new country, a new city. But he ruined those plans. His entry into my life was unexpected-maybe even unwanted. I agreed to marry him, foolishly thinking he would tire of me and set me free, that I'd slip back into the life I'd dreamed of. But he flipped my world, locked every door, and cut off every path. Now, there's no way out. Nowhere to run. Nowhere to hide. Nowhere to go but back to him. Still, I cling to a sliver of hope. can I escape from him? Can I... or can't I? | | Mature content 18+| |

"𝐇𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐞𝐡 𝐝𝐢𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐤𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐣." "𝐖𝐨𝐡 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐳𝐚𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚, 𝐣𝐨 𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚." She was a widow, he was a mad king. She lived in white, her days as hollow as the bangles she shattered at her husband's pyre. He lived in red, a force of chaos wrapped in flesh, his path painted in the blood of the fallen, his throne a pyre of the conquered. His enemies feared his madness. His allies feared his boredom. He did not rage to conquer-he raged to feel, to break the silence that clung to his soul like the ashes of his fallen foes. She wasn't just a bride, she was the prize, the possession he won in a war. He extended his hand, rough and scarred, the hand that had broken empires and crushed crowns. His voice was a low rumble, a whisper wrapped in steel. "Yeh haath ek shauk nahi... ek zimmedari hai. Thukra dengi toh bhi, zindagi bhar yeh haath kisi aur ke liye nahi badhega." She looked at the outstretched hand, the hand that had shattered kingdoms, and her lips curled in a bitter, ghostly smile. "Vidhva hai hum... Bhagwan bhi maaf nahi karenge." He stepped closer, the air between them thick with unspoken promises and dangerous desires, his jaw tightening, eyes darkening with a madness only she seemed capable of awakening. "Jab mard pe daag lagta hai, uski kamai se dhul jaata hai. Magar aurat par jo daag lagta hai, woh uske marne ke baad bhi zinda rehta hai." His fingers twitched, aching to trace the curve of her neck, to feel the pulse beneath her fragile skin, to break the distance between madness and defiance. "Aap mere liye sirf kamzori nahi, junoon hai," he murmured, his voice rough, the words a dark promise. "Aur junoon ke raaste mein aane wale log sirf ek hi anjaam paate hain-maut." And in that stolen breath, where white met red, where restraint clash

She was the girl everyone whispered about - the *impure one*, the *bad omen*, the *unmarried mother*. For years, she carried her shame in silence, protecting her child and enduring the cruel stares of a world that never cared to know her truth. Until the day fate played its cruelest card. When her sister suddenly disappeared hours before her wedding, she was forced to take her place - veiled, trembling, and bound to a man she barely knew. But destiny had already written a darker twist... Because the groom - the man standing at the altar - was the very one who had unknowingly fathered her child. Two souls bound by a past they can't remember, a present they can't escape, and a truth powerful enough to shatter everything they believe in. In a world quick to judge and slow to forgive, can love rise from the ashes of betrayal and fate?

𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉 × 𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂 | 29 × 21 "WDYM BY YOUU TRIED TO FORCE YOURSELF ON HER...HUH?" "Why such fancy words FUCKER...Sach Sach bathana ki YOU FUCKING TRIED TO RAPE HER" "RAPE YOUR OWN WIFE" "You sick, pathetic bastard," aadi spat. "I never thought you could sink this low. To touch a woman without her consent- that too your own wife-how dare you...huh?" Tears blurred my vision, spilling down my cheeks. My chest heaved with silent cries. "I know... I know..." My voice was barely a whisper, choked and broken. "She's not an object for you to claim. Not something you take when you please. Not something you break just because you can." I squeezed my eyes shut, my entire body trembling. I wished he'd keep hitting me. I wished he'd tear me apart, because nothing-nothing-could hurt more than knowing what I had done. "A woman's body is not an invitation. Her silence is not consent. Her fear is not an excuse." I let out a strangled sob, guilt pressing down on me like a crushing weight. "I-I was wrong. I lost control, I-" "Lost control?" His voice was sharp with fury. "You think strength is forcing yourself on someone weaker? Then let me show you what real strength looks like." His fist slammed into my gut, knocking the air from my lungs. I doubled over, gasping, my knees buckling. "A real man protects. A real man respects. A real man knows that a woman is not something you own-she is someone you stand beside." . . . A story of a villain who was ready to destroy himself, instead of the world this time...just to see a fucking smile on his wife's face. A Mafia leader vs A Florist. Forced Marriage He fell First and harder Virgin MMC & FMC and a lot more... Peep into the story to know more...and please don't judge the book based on the first few chapters...Because there is a reason why I potrayed him such way..also be ready to hate him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later.