SECOND BOOK OF THE SINS OF THE LEGACY SERIES🎨❤️‍🩹 (Can be read as a standalone!) ✮ ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆｡°✩⋆｡° ✮ ˚｡✩ ⋆ ˚｡ ⋆｡°✮ Nina Valentina Russo is the only daughter of ruthless mafia don Vincenzo Russo, raised as the untouchable princess of a dangerous empire. With a famous supermodel as her mother, the world expected her to shine... and she did. But behind the spotlight, Nina hides a secret. One no one knows... not even her family. Art is the only place where she feels free. When she anonymously shares her work online, she never expects anyone to find it... let alone someone like him. Mikhail Volkov is son of the head of the Bratva and the most feared man in Chicago, doesn't believe in feeling. He is cold, calculated, and unstoppable, he built his empire while he was on the run from his father. But one piece of art stops him. Obsesses him. And when he tracks down the artist to find her... he never expects her to be Nina Russo- the daughter of his family's greatest enemy. Now, what started as curiosity turns into something far more dangerous. Because in a world ruled by power and loyalty... some obsessions don't end.

🌸RUTHLESS MAN AND HIS CHAOTIC LIL POET... 🌸 Seven years stand between them enough to make their worlds feel impossible, yet not enough to keep fate from colliding. He is the youngest Chief Minister the state has ever seen ruthless, controlled, and always ten steps ahead. Power sits on his shoulders like armor, and emotions are a luxury he cannot afford. She, on the other hand, lives in a world of ink and warmth running a quiet café where poetry lingers in the air and broken hearts find comfort in her words. Their first meeting is nothing short of chaos loud, public, and unforgettable. One mistake, one clash of ego, and suddenly they are on opposite sides of a storm neither of them saw coming. What begins as irritation turns into something sharper... revenge. He sees her as reckless, someone who dared to challenge his authority. She sees him as arrogant, a man who hides behind power to silence truth. Every encounter becomes a battlefield-words like weapons, silence like punishment. But hatred has a strange way of blurring into something deeper. Because beneath his cold decisions, she starts to see the man who carries burdens no one understands. And behind her defiance, he begins to notice the quiet strength that refuses to break. Somewhere between revenge and resistance, something shifts. Feelings they never planned. A connection they never wanted. And a love that could destroy everything they've built or finally give them something real. Because in a world where power demands sacrifice... can love survive when it was never meant to exist?

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... 🔥

Jeeva, fresh out of college, gets a call she never expected, an internship at Tide & Co. A place she never thought she'd reach. Meanwhile, The owner of Tide & Co. has no idea they've hired a social media manager. By the time she finds out, she's already watching Jeeva stand in her office with her phone camera at her face. What happens when the ocean's favorite... falls for a chaotic intern who can't even do her job properly? TROPES - ☆ Soft Fantasy romance ☆ Cosy Vibes ☆ Romantic Comedy ☆ Magical Realism ☆ Calm × Chaotic ☆ F × F (sapphic romance) ☆ Boss × Employee

Book 1 in Political Series He wasn't the kind of man people spoke about softly. Yuvraaj Singh Malik The young MLA of Haryana. Future face of politics. Son of the current Chief Minister. Calm. Composed. Untouchable. The kind of man who never raises his voice... because people tremble before he ever needs to. Power followed him like a shadow. And so did fear. Until one random afternoon, he sees a girl standing in the middle of the road, arguing fearlessly while helping an old woman gather her fallen belongings. No fear. No hesitation. No interest in who was watching her. And for the first time in years, someone stays in Yuvraaj Singh Malik's mind longer than politics. Kashish Bhardwaj never planned to be noticed by a man like him. A postgraduate student from a strict Brahmin family, a girl balancing studies, work, dreams, and responsibilities all together. Opinionated. Fierce. And completely unaware that every passing day, the MLA of Haryana is beginning to memorize her existence. The routes she takes. The cafés she visits. The dogs she feeds. The expressions she makes when she's angry. It starts with silent glances. Then curiosity. Then obsession. And the scariest part? Yuvraaj Singh Malik has never walked away from something once he decides he wants it. Trops:- ༺ calm dangerous ML ༺ politician × independent girl ༺ he fell first ༺ he fell way too hard ༺ silent obsession ༺ one woman man ༺ "uski pasandida aurat" ༺ the only woman he softens for ༺ eye-contact tension ༺ slow burn romance ༺ Haryanvi ML ༺ strong female lead ❥ This is a completely desi Haryanvi story set in Haryana, so Hindi and Haryanvi dialogues will be used according to the characters and vibe 🌙 ❥ English is not my first language and this is my very first story, so please ignore small grammatical mistakes 😭✨ ❥ I hope you all enjoy Yuvraaj and Kashish's world as much as I enjoy creating it 🤍

Zayn, the charming heir to a royal dynasty, was celebrated for his good looks, charisma, and successful empire. His opulent lifestyle was the stuff of dreams, but deep within, he longed for a partner who could match his intellect and share his values. Elizha, a brilliant dermatologist renowned for her expertise, was not only stunning but also compassionate. She had dedicated her life to helping others feel beautiful in their skin. Despite their starkly different worlds, Zayn and Elizha's families believed in the magic of arranged marriages. When they met, sparks flew instantly. Zayn, dressed in a custom-made royal attire, exuded elegance, and Elizha's beauty was enhanced by the richly embroidered traditional bridal attire. Their conversations were sprinkled with humor, intellect, and a shared sense of adventure. Zayn was captivated by Elizha's intelligence, and Elizha was drawn to Zayn's caring and thoughtful nature. It was a union that seemed destined, as if their paths had been intricately woven by fate. that others could only dream of, as the prince and princess of their own modern-day fairytale.

An arranged marriage love story set in the 1980s This is a soft romance story To the women who choose silence over speaking, Those who do not wish to survive, but are told to. To the men who carry the weight of responsibility, And stand bravely beside their loved ones. Two souls - one burdened by life, the other bound by duty. When traditions and dreams meet, destiny begins to unfold. ***************************************************** She dreams of becoming an doctor in life. He believes that sweetness can melt even the hardest hearts. Rajni Bansal, a 22-year-old quiet and determined girl, once dreamed of becoming an doctor. But after a tragic accident shattered her dreams, she devoted herself to caring for her family. Living with her chacha and chachi in the city, she shoulders every responsibility, with no faith left in love or marriage. Rajat Singh Chauhan, a 34-year-old sweet-maker, has spent his life fulfilling his family's needs. Since the age of fifteen, he has carried the weight of responsibility with quiet strength. For him, marriage is a long-cherished dream - a picture of love, warmth, and companionship. When fate unexpectedly ties them together in an arranged marriage set up by Rajni's chacha in the village, their worlds collide. She never dreamed of marriage. He has always dreamed of his bride. Will she lose herself again in the chains of tradition - or will his kindness and love heal her broken heart? A slow-burning romance between two souls - where tradition tests dreams, and love rewrites destiny.

VANYA X KAVYANSH 𓏧♡ I bowed my head and pressed a soft kiss to her feet. She froze. Her eyes widened... hurt, confusion, disbelief all fighting to surface at once. "Vanya..." I looked up at her, my own voice cracking. "I'm sorry." She blinked, a lone tear slipping down her cheek. "I know I forced you into this marriage," I said, the words tasting like poison on my tongue. "But I swear to God, I had no other choice left. None." Her lips parted... but no words came out. "I know you feel something for me," I continued softly. "I've seen it in your eyes... in the way you look at me when you think I'm not watching." She stiffened. "But something is holding you back. Something big." I swallowed hard. "And I'll find what it is. I'll tear through every wall between us... even if it takes my whole damn life." Her eyes filled again and spilled over. I placed her feet gently down, then held her hands in both of mine. "I promise you this, Vanya..." My voice shook, but I didn't hide it. "I will worship the floor you walk on. I will fight every demon that ever touched your life. I will fix every mistake I've made, every one." A sob slipped from her lips, silent but sharp. "Please," I whispered, forehead touching her knees. "Forgive me... or at least let me earn it." ──── 𐙚 ──── DIVE IN THE BEAUTIFUL STORY OF VANYA AND KAVYANSH TO KNOW WHAT WILL HAPPEN WITH THEM!!!!

⟢ 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 ⟢ ══════════════ She was the kind of girl who said "I don't have time for drama." And then somehow ended up in the middle of generational trauma- with suspiciously good lighting. Too sharp for nonsense. Too blunt for pretence. Too aware to be easily lied to. She grew up around power. So she learned two things early. First, power always looks better from far away. Second, men born into it are usually worse. And him? He was proof of both. A prince with blood too old to be clean and silence too heavy to be harmless. The kind of man people romanticise until they stand close enough to realise, some things are dangerous for a reason. She should have stayed away. Logically. Naturally. With self-respect. Instead, she kept stepping closer. Like curiosity was not just another form of self-destruction. Maybe it was. Because in their world, wanting the wrong person was never just bad timing. It was a slow death. The kind that smiled first. And ruined you after. ─── ୨ৎ ───

Ayesha, new to the city, is innocent of the dangerous currents that swirl around Veer and the notorious Ahlawat name. While her friends warn her about the "gangster" whose dark charm stirs their desires, Ayesha remains blissfully unaware that her laughter has captivated the one man no one dares to cross. When a fallen jhumka becomes the silent symbol of his newfound obsession, Veer's world shifts. He has never desired anything as fiercely as he desires her light. But in a world where power dictates love, can an innocent heart survive the consuming 'Zid' (obstinacy) of a man who takes everything he wants? Dive into a raw, intense, and possessive tale where a ruthless hero's or we can say villain world is turned upside down by a single, unforgettable gaze, sparking an obsession that promises both danger and undeniable passion. #top 3 in india (15/8/26)