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"You're the most powerful man in this country. You can have anything... so what do you want from me?" "You....I want you, ya qalbi." (Ya Qalbi~ My heart) _______________________ "You kidnapped the wrong reporter, Mr Crime Lord. I don't run from monsters. I expose them... and then I bury them." _______________________ "I don't touch what belongs to my enemy..." he murmurs, fingers brushing her lips, eyes dark with something she can't name.. "...but you... you're going to make me break every rule I've ever lived by, Ya Qalbi." ______________________ "You're a mistake I should've ended the moment you walked into my world..." his fingers tighten around her bare waist, pulling her closer, his voice dropping "...but now? I don't think I want to, Hayati." _______________________ "You like this, don't you?" His voice came out low and dangerous against her dripping pv$$y. "Having your husband on his knees like a fvcking addict..." ♡♡ RUDHVEER SINGH RAAJVAY× ZIVARA VASWANI ♡♡ ❗️MAFIA LORD × CRIME REPORTER❗️

"𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬." 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞.𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞." 𝘏𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢. 𝘼 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢 𝙤𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣. ───────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆────────── They say love can heal all wounds, but what about the ones it creates? 𝘙𝘶𝘥𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘢 never imagined she'd be tied to 𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗻, the cold, manipulative older brother of her fiancé. But betrayal has twisted their fates, and now she's trapped in a marriage she never wanted. For 𝗔𝗱𝘃𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗻, power and control are everything, and 𝘙𝘶𝘥𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘢 has become the prize in his dangerous game. As the lines between love and vengeance blur, she is forced to confront the deadly secrets that could destroy them both. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐧𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦. ───────── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆────────── ⋆𐙚 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘:- • 𝗘𝗻𝗲𝗺𝗶𝗲𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 • 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗼𝗻𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗰𝗲 • 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗣𝗿𝗼𝘅𝗶𝗺𝗶𝘁𝘆 • 𝗕𝗲𝘁𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗮𝗹 & 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 • 𝗧𝗿𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝗥𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 • 𝗣𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗖𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲 • 𝗦𝗹𝗼𝘄 𝗕𝘂𝗿𝗻

I was in love with a man I knew nothing about. Until I was wedded to the one I was destined for. I thought it would be easy to forget him and move on with my life. I was ready to give it a chance. He had broken my heart, after all. But things don't always go the way you want, do they? Everything changed when I stepped into this marriage and realized it needed me more than I needed it. I had a huge family. A whole line of brothers-in-law and a grumpy sister-in-law, who was also once my best friend. I did as I was told. I didn't even give it a thought, how drastically my life was about to change because of this decision. Love doesn't always bloom roses in your garden. Sometimes, it leaves behind dead trees that never bloom, no matter how many springs come and go. I was that tree. My husband was everything a woman could ask for. I don't know if he hated me or not... but I was certain I couldn't give him the true love he deserved. Every time I think of it, I realize I am just a withered Princess. No matter how many roses my husband blooms for me, I will always be crushed beneath the weight of my past and mistakes. As always, I found myself standing by the window, feeling the cold air kiss my cheeks while my husband slept on the bed behind me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself. The moon was pretty.

"When loyalty becomes a weapon, and love becomes a war..." 👑⚔️💔 Two kingdoms... Two ancient thrones carved in pride, vengeance, and secrets. And in between them - two souls destined to collide. 🌿 Vanshratngarh - a land of fire and discipline, where swords speak louder than hearts. 🌸 Devgarh - a kingdom of grace and shadows, where even a smile can be a trap. --- 🔥 ANIRUDH SINGH RAJPUT The silent flame. Heir to Vanshratngarh. A prince raised with blades, trusted no one - loved no one. But beneath that ruthlessly calm exterior, lives a boy who lost his mother to a betrayal that still bleeds. He believed war could give him justice. But what will he do when his sword trembles... in front of her? --- 🌙 KASHVINI RATHORE The forbidden heartbeat. Devgarh's crown princess - graceful as moonlight, deadly as silence. She was trained to serve her kingdom, But fell for a stranger she wasn't even supposed to meet. His eyes haunted her. His silence spoke louder than the world ever did. For 8 years, she wrote letters filled with a love no one knew existed. 📜💌 For 8 years, he never replied. Until one day... He answered. With war. 🩸🔥 --- As kingdoms crumble and loyalty is questioned, She must decide: Will she obey her bloodline... Or betray the world - for the only man who ever made her feel seen? And him? Will he burn down everything that wronged him - Or surrender to the one soul who could melt his fury? --- 💫 A saga of stolen thrones, poisoned pasts, and love that defies blood and destiny. 💔 A story where the enemy you were raised to destroy becomes the only reason you're still breathing. > "She was never meant to love him. He was never allowed to need her. But destiny? Has its own rules."

Love series #2 "Your name?" he asked, eyes still glued to his phone, thumbs moving like lightning. Megha tossed her hair over her shoulder and answered with perfect composure, "Megha Kalyanisundaravalli Srinivasan." His fingers stopped mid-type. Slowly, he looked up, brows raised in disbelief. "Umm... I just asked for your name, not your ancestral documentary." Megha placed one hand on her hip, unamused. "And I just gave my name. I'm not responsible if it's longer than your patience." He blinked, clearly thrown off. "This entire thing is your name?" "Yes," she said, deadpan. "Megha. Kalyanisundaravalli. Srinivasan. First name, middle name, surname. Any more questions, or should I start reciting my star sign too?" He stared for a beat, then muttered under his breath, "God save me" Coming soon....

꧁𐙚 𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑻 𝑷𝑹𝑬𝑴 𐙚 He carried the weight of a crown. She carried the scars of neglect. An arranged marriage, a palace bound by pride yet love bloomed quietly, pure as a prayer, eternal as the sky. In a world of palaces, pride, and traditions, their story wasn't written in chaos, but in quiet devotion.

Riddhi~Advik ✨ "why... why me?" " Advik " she cried. "Tell me what you want..." "You want me to marry you, right? You want them to feel the same pain your family felt, the pain you felt." A harsh, broken laugh escaped his lips, his eyes mirroring the torment within. "Really? You think I did all this to marry you? No..no..no. Riddhi Sharma, marrying you would mean giving you respect, a positive reputation, and believe me, that's not my plan. Marriage is a holy thing, and you don't deserve that," he said with hatred. "Do you know what my plans are for you?" She looked at him, her eyes wide with confusion. "aapki ye Aankhen ...." His fingers tightened on her jaw, his voice a low growl. " in Mein Yeh masoomiyat Sab chalawa hai" (Your eyes...This innocence in them, it's all a facade.) "Hum apse kabhi vivah nahi krege ..ye lal rang pasand hai na apko...." His eyes burned with hatred. " to suniye ye lal rag to hoga apke upar pr pavitra ka nahi balki lalchan ka ..en akhon me kajal hoga magar kalank ka ... Aap har roj sajegi riddhi magar sirf humare raaton ke liye..." " hum apse sab cheen lenge riddhi jis tarah humse sab cheena gya tha " (I will never marry you. You like the color red, don't you?" His eyes burned with hatred. " Well, you will wear red, but not the red of purity, the red of disgrace. There will be kohl in your eyes, but the kohl of shame. You will adorn yourself every day, Riddhi, but only for my nights...) His voice trailed off, a dark promise hanging in the air. "I will take everything from you, Riddhi, just as everything was taken from me." With a sudden, violent motion, he tore her suit, the sound ripping through the silence. "Every night I spend with you will give you pain, a feeling so intense that death will seem preferable." That night, both had tears in their eyes. The reason was the same: love, twisted and broken. If you have read this much.. then read the further story with me. with riddhi and advi

A Sidequel to Senapati's Sangini In the shadows of war and love, where loyalty is tested and hearts are torn, there are stories that were never told...until now. This is the untold journey of the ones who stood beside the storm, and sometimes, were the storm themselves. This sidequel dives deep into the lives of Uma and Mritunjay, whose bond simmered beneath stolen glances and unspoken truths. Alongside them, we follow Varun and Samyukta, tangled in a delicate dance of duty, desire, and defiance. Welcome to the other side of love.

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!