He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

Prithvi Raj Sooryavanshi was aware of many things in his life. His physical appearance of six four height, raspy voice, and the long scar across the left side of his face made people wary of him. Unapproachable. His rough childhood was always going to be a constant shadow even if he was the heir of a billionaire financial company. His relationship with his father wasn't ever going to be amicable. Not after his mother's untimely death. B-5 was the only source of strength in his life. A permanent part of his life. No matter what. And there was someone, he knew would wreck his life in both good and bad ways. He took pride in being patient among his group but there was someone who could break his restraint with a snap of the fingers. Jo for everyone. For him- Jyothika Nair. 'His Talab.' {His Quest} None of her qualities would categorize her as a typical girl. Short tempered strong rational thinker to the point where everyone around her wants to pull their hair than cross-question her. She was right to use her brain over her heart. At least that was her belief. The easiest way to get a reaction was to challenge her. The tough environment in her personal life pushed her to give up tenderness of any sort. Head-on personality with a fragile heart hidden from everyone. Except one. Prithvi for everyone. For her, he was Raj. 'Her Yaaram.' {Her Beloved} His intense gaze would shred her façade before she could avert her eyes. There was captivating intimacy in their simple, teasing touches and playful banters. A longing, an unfathomable thirst of years waiting to be quenched. Best Friends for over a decade, secret lovers for years, yet no single progress in their relationship. Until destiny takes the matter into their hands. Can love conquer all, or will the huddles of life derail their fledgling romance? A journey to find the balance of strength and vulnerability in a relationship. They denied love again and again. Love stormed its way to turn into their boon and bane

Major trope- • Extremely shy submissive fl X Cunning Dominant ml • Innocent princess X Mafia king • She fell first X He fell harder Darkness looms over two fractured worlds-one bound by royalty, the other by ruthless power. Their fates collide in an unholy alliance born of vengeance, hatred, and secrets. She is Vaishnavi Singh Rathore, the silent princess. Branded a curse since childhood, she has chosen silence as her shield, her green eyes speaking the words her lips never could. He is Devendra Pratap Rao, the mafia king. Cold, calculating, and unyielding, his grey eyes hold storms, his touch a dangerous promise. A man who detests human connection-yet, with her, the rules shatter. Bound by a marriage neither wanted, they stand on opposite ends of a legacy soaked in blood. She runs, her anklets jingling with every step. He walks, his pace calm, unhurried-a predator stalking his prey. "You can run all you want," his deep voice echoes, laced with dark amusement. "But you'll always end up here. With me." She gasps as he corners her, his hand brushing against her waist, fiddling with her chain. His grey eyes burn like molten fire as they lock onto her, pinning her in place. She clutches his collar, trembling, caught in a game of dominance and defiance. "You're mine, princess," he whispers, their noses brushing as the tension between them crackles like a storm. "Every heartbeat, every breath-mine." Her silence speaks louder than words. And in that silence, a dangerous obsession blooms, one that threatens to consume them both. "His: Captive Empress"- where silence speaks, and the fire within burns brighter than destiny itself.

Arhaan leaned in, whispering, "Aap yeh shaadi nahi karna chahti?" (Don't you want to get married?) She shook her head. No. "Mana kardo." (Refuse them) She broke down harder. He didn't understand why, but then, Arhaan saw him. The groom. Middle-aged, maybe fifty. Dressed in sherwani, heavy-eyed, staring at the girl with a smile that made Arhaan's blood run cold. The girl shrank beside him like a dying flame. Arhaan's jaw clenched. Now the puzzle clicked. Of course she ran. What girl in her right mind would marry a man old enough to be her father? ----- A stormy night. A runaway bride. A split-second decision that changes everything. When their paths cross by chance, one act of courage sparks a chain of events neither saw coming, and a love neither of them was looking for. A tale of hearts colliding in the most unlikely storm. But, saving her was only the beginning. Dive into Saifa: The Bride He Saved and get lost in a love story that will keep you turning the pages. ✨ - Siya M

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀. 𝗗𝗿. 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝘆𝗮𝗵𝗶 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝘁𝗮 has three rules: 1. No distractions. 2. No attachments. 3. Definitely, definitely no falling in love with flirty boys who smile like trouble. Enters 𝗞𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝗽𝗼𝗼𝗿 CEO by day, chaos by personality, and a full-time problem in her perfectly controlled life. He calls her "Sohniyo." She calls him "Gadhedo." Everyone else just calls it chemistry. She saves lives with logic. He lives like he's writing his own rom-com. But when fate throws them into the same orbit he tries everything in his power to make her smile to break her walls, bend her rules, and prove that life is meant to be lived, not just managed. She says he's impossible. He says she's in denial. Writer says: Let the drama begin. Because some people are like storms unexpected, overwhelming, and exactly what your heart needed. And maybe... even the most guarded hearts can bloom in the dark.

#3 on top 10 in India on 22.4.25 #1 on top 10 on 3.6.25 #1 on top 10 on 4.6.25 (1st book of DESTINY SERIES :TALES OF DESTINY) Samarth Oberoi, a reserved and disciplined Mathematics professor, values logic over emotions, hiding his vulnerability behind a cold demeanor. Abhiya Sharma, a lively and sensitive young studenr, finds herself navigating her way through life's challenges with resilience, her warmth often clashing with Samarth's stern exterior. Somehow their fate was entwined. ABHIYA SHARMA × SAMARTH OBEROI MANVI SINGH × ARMAAN BIRLA KRITIKA OBEROI × SHOURYA SHARMA T R O P E S: AGE GAP PROFFESOR×STUDENT FORCED MARRAIGE .. GRUMPY×SUNSHINE HATE TO LOVE SHE FELL FIRST BUT HE FELL HARDEST. Initial chapters are quite short and lot of mistake please ignore it 😭👈 .........................

Ahvi, an insecure girl, who's forced to believe that she doesn't deserve her better because of her dark complexion. Yet, she dares to dream and hope for a future with her husband, Nevan Singhania. But what if the hope she sees in him become his guilt? Nevan, haunted by his past, struggling to live a normal life and not to flinch away when touched wasn't even hoping for anything when he got her. But what if she become his hope? When two souls, tender and beautiful, struggling with their shortcomings, ended up in an arrange marriage, what might unfold? Ahvi's insecurities vanish or they return back with much more power? Nevan could let go of his past or ended up shackled in it? Could they satisfy each other's need to be loved or keep screaming in their silent ways Love Me?

I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.

Life is cruel, but sometimes strangely kind. Failure can break you-but what if it also reshapes you? What if the pieces you thought were lost are only waiting for someone else's broken pieces to complete them? This is not a story of perfect love. This is the story of Dhruv Rajput and Ishita Ranawat - two souls scarred by betrayal and pain, who once believed love and marriage were nothing but cages. Dhruv Rajput: a brilliant criminal lawyer, self-made, ambitious, fearless. Yet behind his perfection lies a quiet tragedy - betrayal that shattered his faith in love. His only anchor is his eight-month-old son, Akay. Love? For Dhruv, it's just a mask for the ugliest truths. Ishita Ranawat: strong yet delicate, soft yet unbending. Born into a family that saw daughters as burdens, forced into a toxic marriage, she watched her dreams and identity fade. When she gave life to her daughter, Vamika, she was cast aside. For Ishita, love is a cruel illusion. Two broken people. Two innocent children. Can Akay and Vamika become the reason their parents find light again? Can they heal wounds too deep and make their parents believe in second chances? When destiny forces Dhruv and Ishita into an arranged marriage neither wants, their hearts resist, their scars protest. But love has a way of seeping through even the hardest walls. Will Dhruv learn that not every woman betrays? Will Ishita discover that not every marriage is a cage? His Arranged Wife is a story of strength, trust rebuilt, and wounds healed - where two broken halves may finally find their whole.