# 𝟔𝐭𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐨𝐩𝟏𝟎 -𝟐𝟐/𝟏𝟏/𝟐𝟓 #8th in top10- 14/01/26 # Top 2 on mystery-thriller on 01/01/26 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 When silence becomes a weapon, and survival becomes war- she must rise from ashes not just for herself, but for every soul still screaming in the dark. --- 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 X 𝑽𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆 After being kidnapped, tortured, and left with memories she can never erase, 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒉𝒊𝒎𝒂 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 returns to a world that has moved on without her. But she hasn't forgotten. Not the darkness. Not the monsters. Not the girls who died so she could escape. While her body heals in the quiet halls of Rathore Palace, her spirit remains fractured. And watching over her like a silent shadow is 𝑽𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒁𝒐𝒓𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒆-a man forged in steel, scarred by loyalty, and bound by secrets of his own. But healing isn't just rest and medicine. It's facing your nightmares. It's naming the devils in daylight. It's choosing justice, even if it burns your world down. With her daughter waiting at home... and ghosts still whispering in her ears... Will Ridhima have the strength to tear off her silence and speak for all those who never got the chance? Or will the past consume her before the truth can set her free? --- 🌺 READ TO FIND OUT. Do you believe a voice can become a weapon? Would you be brave enough to rise after everything was taken from you? 📖 ADD TO YOUR LIBRARY. FOLLOW FOR UPDATES. SHARE IF YOU BELIEVE IN SURVIVORS WHO BECOME WARRIORS. DO NOT COPY OR LEGAL ACTION WILL BE TAKEN AGAINST YOU. BE KIND

When freelance programmer Arty hacks into his own matchmaking app to pair himself with his crush, he enlists the reluctant help of his best friend Ben-whose feelings for Arty might run a little bit deeper than "just friends"-forcing him to confront whether true love is closer than expected. Standalone in the Mismatched series *** Arty Mavety believes love is a formula waiting to be solved, and he's determined to prove it by hacking into the matchmaking app he's developing to pair himself with his crush Leo, a neighborhood barista who barely knows Arty exists. Arty ropes in his best friend Ben Himmel, cashing in a favor-though they both know that Ben would've helped him anyway. Ben wants to be a good friend and support Arty's misguided mission, but there's one small problem-he's got long-buried feelings for Arty, and they're starting to bubble to the surface. As Arty's idealized romance with Leo threatens to unravel his friendship with Ben, he begins to realize true love can't be engineered. And sometimes, it's way closer than expected.

When Nate agrees to babysit his aunt's esteemed matchmaking business, he doesn't expect a computer error to force him to pose as a fake match to one of her intolerable clients, Riley, creating a messy mismatch that might just turn perfect fit. Standalone in the Mismatched series On June 24, content from chapter 5 onwards will only be available to redeemers. Now's the time to catch up to the story and read it while it's free! Already purchased a chapter? No worries-you won't need to pay for it again. *** A small-town summer spent matchmaking desperate couples is Nate's worst nightmare, but he's desperate for a little cash and a chance to prove to his family that he isn't a complete failure. He assumes he's in for quiet days of cheesy love connections, but his world is flipped upside down when the matchmaking program is unable to find a match for Riley Jenkins. Terrified to tarnish his aunt's perfect matchmaking record, Nate takes matters into his own hands, posing as Riley's match. Riley is everything Nate isn't-creative, put together, into intellectual debate...oh, and completely intolerable. But with Riley holding a business-ruining review over Nate's head, winning him over becomes a nearly impossible challenge Nate can't afford to fail. What Nate doesn't expect is for his dream guy act to lead to cute dates and sparks of real attraction. Faced with the fear of falling for Riley for real, can Nate confront the consequences of his lies for a shot at love? Or will their mismatch be a costly mistake after all?

RANKINGs: #1 in India 21-03-25 #1 in comedyromance 29-03-25 #10 in bxb 30-04-25 #6 in mxm 30-04-25 Aarav Singh Chauhan and Shaurya Shekhawat were childhood friends, bound by an unbreakable bond despite their different worlds. Aarav, the heir to a prestigious royal family, was destined for a life of duty. Shaurya, raised in the world of the Shekhawat mafia, was taught the values of loyalty, honor, and justice by his father, a close friend of Aarav's own. Their families shared a deep respect, with no rivalry between them-until time and distance pulled the friends apart. Now, years later, they meet again under unexpected circumstances-neither recognizing the other. Aarav returns to his palace for his sister Princess Aarohi's wedding, only to discover that she is marrying Shaurya. Shaurya has become a respected leader, fiercely loyal and honorable but ruthless to his enemies. He follows a strict code of justice, doing what's necessary to protect his family. When they meet at the wedding, neither man knows the true identity of the other. Aarav, no longer the carefree boy, faces the mafia don with a mix of nostalgia and confusion. Shaurya, with his strong yet principled demeanor, feels an unspoken connection, though he is bound by duty to his bride. As old memories and new emotions surface, both men are forced to confront the history between them, and the choices that now stand before them. Will their families' bond be enough to bridge the gap between their hearts? Or will the weight of their roles as prince and mafia don keep them apart?

"𝑻𝒖𝒋𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓" __________________________________________________________________ "ek army officers se pyaar karne mein daar nahi lagta"he said, looking at her,with a smile waiting for her to answer him "payr main daar ki koi jagah nahi hoti,woh haar daar se ubhar deti hai" she said, looking into his honey eyes. ★★★★ "Toh, you like me?" he asked, bending down to her level, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Her eyes, heavy with sleep and the haze of too many drinks, tried to focus on his face. Everything around her was a blur - except him. "Hai!!! Like kya hota hai, I pyaar you, vaibhav" she mumbled, her voice soft and slurred. ★★★ Anirudh was an army officer through and through. Serving the nation wasn't just his duty - it was his only purpose. He lived by rules, followed time like a shadow, and believed in action more than words. Discipline was in his blood, Smart, calculated, and always two steps ahead ,Feelings? They had no place in his world. His heart beat for the uniform, and nothing else. Titli Khurana-true to her name-was like a butterfly, wild and free. A soul not meant to be caged, yet when she chose someone, her love would be deep, loyal, and endless. Since childhood, she had only one dream: to marry a man in uniform. And fate, in its quiet magic, made it even sweeter-the boy she had secretly loved for years had grown up to wear that very uniform. Vaibhav Khurana had always believed that love was an art-and he was never good at art. So, he stayed away from it,. But then came RIRIKA-the girl with almond-shaped eyes and a laugh that could light up silence. She didn't just walk into his life; she quietly slipped into the cracks he thought were sealed. Still, he reminded himself not to feel. She wasn't just his sister's best friend-she was the younger sister of his best friend too. And tha

Rudra was my love and so was I for him until I came to know that everything was just a game. Emotions and blood have that sacred bond that the thickness of blood matters on the emotions running through the nerves. Mine was the love, eternal love, and his was the revenge, deadly revenge. That two months were the most blissful of mine when I felt his love pouring over every bit of me. I was wet in the ocean of his love to the core that it did not take me to think twice to submit all of myself to him. To the extent that the title of the Princess, daughter of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhishree, and pride of Mahabalesgarh did not matter to me. I gave all of me to him on that particular night. His love made me submit to the extent that I forgot that doing this before marriage would be considered a sin. The night was long, happening, and tiring, and I realized that by my state in the morning. The naked self, broken bangles, and a messed up bed. And, I was not alone to witness it. The whole Empire knew what happened between me and Rudra. My family shook to the core and I was broken to know that he left me just with a letter. "A scar your family gave to me and a scar I gave to your family" And, I was shattered to know that everything was just a plot for revenge. My tears did not stop for weeks. I could not believe how could I do that. How could I go deeper into him that I did not think about my family, their reputation, and pride? He ruined me, my life, and my family. The woman was considered to be the delicate flower of the family's pride and he burnt it by just plucking it. But, this was not to be done. Not with me, not with anyone and I made up my mind to extend the invitation of my ceremony to choose a suitor for marriage to his King, his Uncle, a eighty years old man searching for a young bride to produce heirs. And, to him to taste his food. The Revenge. Which burns Rudra for her now. Copyright@2023 Mature Theme!

Silk and Cinders : Series #1 "Did you really think you could walk away?" My back slammed against the wall as he caged me in. "Answer me." I swallowed hard "I-i thought-" "You thought?" His gaze sharpened. "You thought you had a choice?" He stepped closer. Slowly. Deliberately. "Look at me." My gaze lifted, and my breath caught. His eyes-dark, unreadable, locked onto mine, drowning me. "Tell me" he whispered "did this marriage ever fucking matter to you?" I flinched. Silence. For a moment, nothing. No expression. No sound. Just him. Watching. Calculating. Then, his hand snaked around my waist, dragging me into him until my chest crushed against his. My pulse spiked. "You wanted to leave, right?" His fingers trailed up my spine- slow, deliberate, sending shivers down my entire body. They stopped at the back of my neck. With a firm yank, he pulled me even closer, our lips nearly brushing. "This" his knuckles traced my temple, feather-light "-this mind? It doesnt get to think about leaving me." His thumb pressed against the rapid pulse on my throat. "And this?" His voice dropped further, dark with promise. "This pulse? It races for me. Every.single.beat. Mine." His hand glided down, stopping over my heart. "And this?" His finger tapped against it "this heart? Every. Damn. Beat. For. Me. These breaths? Mine. Your entire fucking existence?" His grip tightened. "Mine." I shivered. His arms locked around my waist. He leaned in, his lips hovering over mine. "Whose man am I?" My breath hitched. "Whose. Man. Am. I. Mi alma?" "M-mine." I whispered. "Good. Remember that. And learn to hold on to what's already yours. Trust us. Not the lies they feed you." ___ Two souls. Two scars. Different worlds. But fate had other plans. When destinies intertwine through an unwanted bond, will love bloom, or will they burn each other down?

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.