#𝟏 - 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐁 𝟑/𝟎𝟒/𝟐𝟔 #𝟐 - 𝐋𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐘 𝟏𝟑/𝟎𝟓/𝟐𝟔 #𝟐 - 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 𝟏𝟔/𝟎𝟓/𝟐𝟔 #𝟐 - 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝟐𝟓/𝟎𝟓/𝟐𝟔 𝐉𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄 𝐃𝐈𝐘𝐄 ~𝑨 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆~ 𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍 ♕ 𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐆𝐀𝐋 ♡ Sehher Sehgal is silence wrapped in grace. A psychology student who believes the mind can be understood, healed, and protected unaware that her own life is about to be rewritten by a man who believes control is the purest form of power. Soft-spoken yet resilient, she carries strength in her stillness and defiance in her quiet survival. Adhikrit Singh Chauhan is dominance etched in legacy and blood. A ruthless CEO born of royal pride and unforgiving ambition, feared in boardrooms and beyond. To him, emotions are weaknesses and love is a liability. Cold, calculating, and dangerously possessive he does not seek hearts. He claims them. When a marriage is forged not by destiny but by vengeance, Sehher becomes bound to a man who sees her as retribution, not a promise. Hatred becomes his weapon. Her fear, his control. Yet within the suffocating grip of obsession, something far more dangerous begins to take shape desire that refuses to stay buried. What happens when control turns into craving? When punishment begins to feel like possession? And when hatred starts to burn like love? Step into a world where marriage is a cage, power is inherited, and love is the most dangerous rebellion of all. 𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 🖤

#1 in regret #1 in redemption #1 in siblings #1 in family secrets #1 in doctors #2 in family #2 in strong female character #2 in pregnancy # 9 in India #3 in betrayal #4 in second chance #9 in emotional #19 in romance "He didn't save her. He loved her while she healed." Abandoned by the people meant to protect her, MAITHILI BIRLA grew up carrying scars no child should ever bear. Blamed for mistakes she never made. Punished for crimes she never committed. Forgotten by her own family. But instead of breaking, she rebuilt herself. Alone. Through sleepless nights, silent tears, and endless struggles, she became Dr. Maithili - strong, independent, and determined to create a life of her own. Then came Dr.VIDYUT OBEROI What begins as love slowly becomes healing. Behind his perfect smile, Vidyut carries wounds of his own, and somewhere between stolen glances, unconditional support, and quiet understanding, two broken souls begin finding peace in each other. But the past refuses to stay buried. Old betrayals return. Hidden truths come out. Families shatter under guilt and regret. And Maithili is forced to confront the people who destroyed her childhood. In a story filled with love, redemption, family bonds, heartbreak, motherhood, and healing- two people learn that sometimes love is not about saving someone. Sometimes... it's about standing beside them while they save themselves.

˚ . ྀིྀི୧ ❤︎ ୨ ྀིྀི.˚ "You don't own me, Mr. Rathore." "Don't I? Look around, Noor. Every door in this mansion opens with my name - and you're standing in the middle of it wearing my sindoor." Noor: "Maybe you forced me into your world... but you'll never have me." Rudraksh (leaning close, whispering): "Sweetheart, I don't chase what's mine. I just wait... until you stop running." ౨ৎ.⋆˚✿˖°꒰ঌ໒꒱˚⋆𐙚。𖦹.ᡣ𐭩 🖤 The night smelled of roses... and ruin. The city slept, but the mansion on the hill burned with gold - not of celebration, but of power. She stood there, trembling in crimson silk, eyes swollen from hours of crying. 👰‍♀️ Noor Malhotra - the sacrifice wrapped as a bride. And across the room, watching her like a shadow come alive, was Rudraksh Singh Rathore - the man they called The Devil of Rajasthan. 💼 The minister. 💣 The mafia. 🕶️ The man whose word was law... and whose silence was punishment. "Why me...?" she whispered, her voice breaking. "Because you smiled once," he replied coldly, stepping closer, "and the world forgot to exist for me." Her breath hitched as his gaze dragged over her - not with lust, but obsession. The kind that didn't crave flesh, it demanded possession. "Your father owed me," he continued, slipping a ring onto her finger. "So he gave me his most precious thing." A tear rolled down Noor's cheek. He caught it mid-air, his thumb tracing it like a mark of victory. "From this night," he murmured, eyes locked on hers, "you're not Noor Malhotra anymore." "You're my Amanat." 🌑 Silence followed - heavy, consuming, sacred. Outside, the world carried on, unaware that a deal had been sealed - not with signatures, but with stolen innocence and unspoken desire. 💔 That night, the devil was gifted a soul made of light. And he promised himself one thing - If heaven ever tried to take her back... 🔥 he'd burn it down.

The man grabbed her wrist, turned to the stunned priest. "Pandit ji", his voice thundered, "Shaadi shuru karo". Everyone gasped. Siya froze, "Kya!? Have you lost your mind?!" But he didn't answer. He simply gestured to his men, who moved the trembling groom and bride aside. "Sir", bride's father stammered, "yeh - yeh zabardasti-" "Chup!" His tone was enough to make the man stumble back. "This marriage will happen. Right now." Siya's voice rose, trembling with anger but firm. "You can't force me-" ■□■□■□■ "Mere dadaji ki haalat ke liye yeh ladki zimmedar hai!" he roared. Siya glared. "Main kisi ke liye zimmendar nahi hoon! Aur aapko kisne haq diya aise kisiko accuse karne ka?" Before Siya could question further, a doctor came running down the grand staircase, panting. "Hukum saa - your grandfather... he's regained consciousness." The room fell silent. Siya exhaled sharply. "Good. Ab toh main bhi mil leti hoon us buddhe se jise maine hurt kiya hai." Her tone was laced with sarcasm - a spark she couldn't dim, even now. The slap came before she even registered his movement. SMACK. The sound cracked through the air like thunder. Her head snapped to the side, her cheek burning. Slowly - too slowly - Siya raised her head, her eyes shimmering tears, her lips trembled... "How dare you?" but her pride remained unbroken. And before logic, fear, or sense could intervene - she raised her hand. CRACK. The second slap echoed even louder. ■□■□■□■ "Theek hai! Aap sabko lagta hai yeh shaadi sach hai? Fine! Toh main divorce lungi. Simple." That word echoed through the room like a thunder. Then, his mother - calm, yet her words held weight - "Hamare raj gharane mein divorce nahi hote, Siya. Yahan sirf arthiya uthti hai." But she was done with everything, emotionally exhausted but still fierce, "Toh theek hai!" she shouted. "Ab toh aapke bete ki arthi hi uthegi! Par main yahan nahi rahoongi." ♤♡♤♡♤♡ #1 lovehate (4,5,6/12/2025)

To the quiet girls with stormy hearts. To the boys who feel too much but show too little. To those who were never chosen first - but loved like they were the last. This story is for the unseen, the unheard, the untamed. For every soul who thought they were "too soft" for this world - and found someone who didn't just see their softness, but protected it with fire. For anyone who still believes that love isn't always gentle - but when it's real, it is brutally honest, brutally fierce, and brutally yours. And most of all - To the one who dreams loud in silence: This is your story. You just haven't lived it yet.

༺ 𝑨 𝑻𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝑷𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ༻ [Previously known as "Married to Devil"] This is the story of an Orphan girl who married to Devil... In this story the male lead is Billionaire CEO and his name is Rajveer Singhania and the Female lead is Orphan girl and her name is Ishqi... Rajveer Singhania is an arrogant, rude and cold-hearted person. He is The King of business world and very dangerous person. For his one glance girls run around him but he did not pay attention to them. Here, Ishqi is an orphan girl and she is kindhearted girl. She is friend of Rajveer's sister and both are study in collage. She is most beautiful girl in her collage. She is very strong girl and very well know how to control her emotions as she is very emotional and sensitive person which is known by none. ---------------------------------------------------- Man was holding the hand of girl and taking her in mandap... Girl: Mr. Singhania, where are you taking me? (in confusion) Man: to get married... Girl: what? (in extreme shock) Then girl look at everyone and see that they are also shock as much as she was... then she again looks at the man who is in his anger state... ----------------------------------------------------- Girl: but in all that what is my fault... that you gave this punishment to me... (while crying) Man: what is your fault? What did you think, you will spike my drink and I will not understand... what did you think about me... that I am some random person to trap in your plans... (gritting his teeth) before I do something, just leave from here... When this Devil marry the innocent girl name Ishqi, will she get the love which was never written in her destiny from her birth or she has to face hurdle to get love, as from the starting she has no one for herself... #1 out of 5.38k in caring (22/7) #1 out of 2.2k in businessman (30/7)

Vikranth pinned her against the door with one hand his chest rising with restrained fury his eyes burning straight into hers. Vikranth his voice low dark and dangerous "Welcome to your new cage, Mrs. Shekhawat." his fingers pressed into her waist his jaw clenched his voice dropped to a lethal whisper "Welcome to your new cage, Mrs. Shekhawat." she leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear her breath warm against his skin she whisper was colder than poison "And welcome to hell...Mr. Shekhawat." His eyes widened just a fraction shock flickering into a dark, dangerous spark he liked the fire but he hated the fire still there his grip on her waist tightened her smirk widened. "You built this hell with your own hands now burn with me." His nostrils flared his chest brushed hers as he stepped even closer, voice a low growl "You think you'll survive this fire" she tilted her chin up boldly. "I'm the one who started it." A muscle in his jaw jumped and slammed his palm beside her head, caging her fully. "You're playing a game you can't win." her lips curved again deadly, confident. "Wrong." pratiksha placed her finger on his chest, pushing him back a little. "I'm playing a game you already lost." he grabbed her wrist, yanking her closer again, faces inches apart his voice trembling with fury "We'll see how long that smirk lasts, Mrs. Shekhawat." Pratiksha smirks "Long enough to destroy you." He slammed the bedroom door shut Pratiksha barely had a second to breathe before Vikranth grabbed her wrist and threw her onto the bed her back hit the mattress, the silk sheets folding under her. He stalked toward her like a predator, removing his coat, his eyes burning with one intention Break HER. Get ready for Enemies-to-lovers tension A dangerously possessive hero Forced marriage with high-stake twists Dark secrets, betrayal & obsession ❤️‍ A love story born from hatred and ruined by desire

╰➤ Book 1 of "her" series ❛Remove your panty, let me see how much wet you're for me❜ ⋆୨୧˚ꨄ ℜ𝔲𝔡𝔯𝔞𝔨𝔰𝔥 𝔛 𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔞 ꨄ⋆୨୧˚ ᴄʜʜᴏᴅ ᴋʏᴜ ɴʜɪ ᴅᴇᴛᴇ ᴀᴀᴘ ʜᴜᴍᴇ!? ᴍᴏʜʙʙᴀᴛ ʜᴏᴛɪ ᴛᴏʜ ᴄʜʜᴏᴅ ʙʜɪ ᴅᴇᴛᴇ...ᴘᴀʀ ᴀʙ ᴀᴀᴘ ʜᴜᴍᴀʀᴀ ᴊᴜɴᴏᴏɴ ʙᴀɴ ɢʏɪ ʜᴀɪ ୨୧ ᴇꜱᴇ ᴋʏᴜ ᴅᴇᴋʜ ʀᴀʜᴇ ʜ!? ʙᴀꜱ ᴅᴇᴋʜ ʀʜᴀ ʜᴜ...ᴋɪ ɢᴜꜱꜱᴇ ᴍᴇɪ ʙʜɪ ᴀᴀᴘ ᴋɪᴛɴɪ ʜᴀꜱᴇᴇɴ ʟᴀɢᴛɪ ʜ ୨୧ #1 in ceo #1 in desi romance #4 in dark romance

Looking straight in my eyes he said "I didn't like the way he was staring at you." I bit my lips "And how was he staring at me?" Leaning towards me he replied "Like he wanted to fuck you. I won't allow anyone looking at my wife in such a way. You are mine and fucking you is mine and only mine to do." For the first time I felt it... I felt that I belong to him. I am his. ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ Rafael Martinez || Hazel Cameron Two totally different people... complete opposite to each other. She is selfless. He is selfish. A marriage deal, she agreed because she loved her brother and he signed because he wanted revenge from the person who killed the girl he once loved. There is no love in this marriage, he was forced on her but she accepted him. She was his only way to get revenge.

𝐄𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬- 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 1 " 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞, 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥" 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 was supposed to marry the younger Malhotra brother. Everything was perfect. The venue. The families. The vows waiting to be spoken. Until the groom... disappeared. And the man who stepped forward instead....was 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚. The older brother. The responsible one. The one who had always stood beside her... but never in front of the mandap. One moment, they were best friends. The next moment....they were husband and wife. Not because they chose it. Not because they planned it. But because sometimes fate doesn't ask. It decides. And now they must live with a marriage neither of them expected...A bond that was never meant to exist. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰... 𝐀𝐯𝐢𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 +𝟏𝟖 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: 𝐑𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐆𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦 Replaced Groom 𝐎𝐧𝐞-𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐕𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐞 𝐅𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐬. Dear Gulab & Gulabo's, this story is being revised and will return soon. Thank you for your patience 💛