In the royal city of Udaipur, where traditions and power dictate life, Shivaksh Singh Suryawanshi, known as "Hukum Sa," rules with an iron fist. A dangerous and ruthless businessman by day, Shivaksh's dark aura hides a fractured heart. Enter Isha, a beautiful and innocent courtesan from Ammaji's Khota, whose purity and resilience stand in stark contrast to her harsh surroundings. When fate brings them together, their worlds collide in a storm of passion, secrets, and forbidden love. Shivaksh, torn between his duty and his growing affection for Isha, is forced to confront the shadows of his past. Will Isha's innocence be enough to soften his hardened soul, or will society's judgment tear them apart? In another corner of the story lies Hridaya Hospital, a sanctuary of healing and ambition. Here, Dr. Rudraksh, a senior surgeon with a reputation for being cold and unapproachable, crosses paths with Dr. Arohi, a bright and empathetic junior doctor. Their mentor-student relationship begins with clashes of ideals, but as they work side by side, sparks of understanding and attraction ignite. While Rudraksh battles the ghosts of his past, Arohi becomes his beacon of hope. Together, they face professional challenges and personal battles, discovering that healing is not just about saving lives-it's about mending hearts. As Shivaksh and Isha's intense romance unfolds alongside Rudraksh and Arohi's journey of emotional discovery, Destiny's Heart intertwines two epic tales of love, sacrifice, and redemption. It is a story of how destiny works in mysterious ways, uniting souls meant to heal, complete, and transform one another against all odds.

|𝑼𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒆, 𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒍𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒉𝒐 𝒋𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒉 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆-𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒂 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒉𝒆, 𝒃𝒂𝒔 𝒖𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒐 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒉𝒆.| 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝙷𝚞𝚔𝚞𝚖 𝚂𝚊 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚊𝚓𝚊𝚜𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗, 𝚁𝚞𝚝𝚑𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜, 𝚁𝚞𝚍𝚎, 𝙲𝚘𝚕𝚍 ,𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 ' 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 ' 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎. 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚜 '𝙻𝚞𝚌𝚒𝚏𝚎𝚛' 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙼𝚊𝚏𝚒𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎.𝙾𝚠𝚗𝚜 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚋𝚒𝚜𝚜𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝙷𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍 . 𝑺𝒊𝒂 𝙰𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚙𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝙽𝙶𝙾 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚛𝚎𝚗 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝙱𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚛𝚢 . 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚙

An arrenge marriage tale dating back to 1970s.... A business man and a middle class girl are tied in a bond of marriage, where they accept each other whole heartedly.... One has high temper while the other is soft hearted. Many unexpected things they have to tackle in their journey. Sometime they may face it together , in somecase they may distance themselves. How will they begin their story with eachother? Facing all ups and downs together how will they stand beside eachother ?.... Let's dive in their story....!!! Another reminder Not every 70s story has the daughter-in-law work like a maid or listen to taunt. | I don't own any of the picture I have used in this story, the credits goes to the original owner |

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 '𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 When Abhiraaj's eyes locked onto Eesha's, he knew he had to make her his. His obsession grew with each passing day, and he would stop at nothing to claim her as his own. But as Eesha begins to feel the weight of his all-consuming passion, she realizes that she's trapped in a web of love, desire, and madness. Will she be able to escape the suffocating grip of Abhiraaj's obsession, or will she become his forever? On the other hand.... Akshay fell for Rhea the moment she cursed him on a busy Mumbai street-wild, fearless, and unapologetically real. She was chaos, and he was drawn in. But Rhea never believed in love; to her, it was just another lie dressed as a promise. Still, against all odds, she let herself feel. And just when her walls began to fall, the truth about Akshay shattered her completely-reminding her why she never should've believed in love in the first place. Would Rhea ever recover from this, or was Akshay really that monster?

AHMED RAZA KHAN A 37 year old Man known for his ruthless behaviour, sharp mind and charming personality, a cold-emotionless wreck, that's what people say. In the eyes of world he is a well known businessman, the king of business world, a kind hearted Man who cherish his people with actions instead of words but in the dark of night, He is the lord of underworld Mafia, BLOOD THIRST MANIAC, His favourite hobby is to play with blood due to which a lot of people fear him. You can say the quote is made for him "Feared by Many, defeated by none!" AYYANA WAJAHAT MALIK A 19 year old Girl, blessed with kind heart and sweet nature, her innocence is which let other people use her. Her parents died at the age of 6 after that she lives with her aunt, SABEEN SHEHERYAR RAIZADA and uncle, SHEHERYAR RAIZADA. She is a beautiful soul with cheerful personality, her talkative side is only for her bestie, her cat 'NOOR' and family. Her life is full of joy, happiness and blitheness but when she unknowingly enter in the Mafia's world-everything changes, leads her into a force marriage laced with revenge, blood and secrets so cruel for the little angel. What turn will their relation take? What happened that broke Ayyana? Will they ever live like a happy couple? To know, Dive into their world with lots of love and support! THIS IS A MUSLIM STORY Thank you for choosing my book🎀 Your Author Arena.

He was fire. She was the wind. And together, they could either destroy the world... or heal it. Rana Rudraksh Vardhan-Asia's most powerful businessman and the feared head of the Asian Mafia and the secret crowned prince of Vardhapur. He is untouchable, unbreakable, and cursed. Every woman who marries into the Vardhan bloodline dies within a year, and Rudraksh has embraced that darkness as his fate. Rivanya Bedi is his complete opposite-a compassionate soul with unshakable faith in Maa Gauri. Forced into marriage as a replacement for her step-sister, she is thrown into Rudraksh's world of blood, betrayal, and secrets that could burn her alive. But what she doesn't expect is the man behind the mask... the one whose pain runs deeper than the curse that haunts him. As Shiv meets Shakti, fire meets wind, and love collides with destiny, will their union receive the blessing of the gods? Or will Rudraksh and Rivanya be torn apart by the curse that has claimed every soul before hers? RUDRAVANYA - a story of love, power, and the divine war between fate and faith.

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 him to the core in intial chapters and fall madly in love with him in the later. So please be pat

𝗧𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝗼 𝗯𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗽𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗮 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀. Because even in the darkest times, honour can bloom into love and love into freedom. ⚠️ This story contains mature and explicit content. Read at your own risk (18+). --- Set in 1960s Bengal, Gunjan Saha, a 17-year-old girl whose eyes still hold the innocence of monsoon skies, yet whose heart knows only fear and silence. After her mother's death, she endures her stepmother's cruelty, dreaming only of kindness, freedom, and being seen as someone worthy of love. Riddhiman Roy Chowdhury, the 29-year-old son of the village sarpanch, returns from London as a gold-medalist barrister determined to reform his village. But destiny has another plan... one that ties his fate to a fragile, innocent girl. One night, Gunjan runs barefoot through the lanes, escaping the men her stepmother sold her to, and destiny leads her to him... the man who would rewrite her story. When whispers taint her name for taking refuge in his house, Riddhiman does the unthinkable... he marries her. Before the same eyes that condemned her, he takes her hand and gives her honour. Bound first by duty, their marriage slowly becomes a sanctuary of trust, hope, and forbidden desire. As Gunjan learns to smile again, Riddhiman fights the one battle he never expected... the battle of his own heart. A man of reason and law. A girl of innocence and faith. Bound not by romance, but by righteousness and something far more fragile... unspoken love. But what happens when duty starts to feel like desire? Will he ever see her as more than a responsibility? And will she find the freedom she's been longing for... in the heart of the man who became her protector?

𝘼𝙣 𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙙 𝙗𝙤𝙣𝙙-𝙙𝙚𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚, 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙨. 𝙅𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡𝙨 𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙗𝙮 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣, 𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙥𝙥𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙬 𝙣𝙚𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙨𝙚, 𝙮𝙚𝙩 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩. . . . . . 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓 - 𝟏𝟐/𝟎𝟑/𝟐𝟓 𝐄𝐍𝐃 - ......

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​