"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

Gauri Sharma, a 23-year-old orphan and single mother, lives a quiet, grounded life in Delhi with her 4-year-old daughter, Manya - her entire world wrapped in tiny hands and innocent smiles. Gauri doesn't know who Manya's father is, and she's long stopped trying to chase the past. All she wants is a peaceful life for her daughter and herself. But peace is shattered the day she steps into the dazzling chaos of her best friend Vaani's high-profile wedding. There, she crosses paths with Reyansh Malhotra - a 30-year-old billionaire CEO, a man cloaked in power, pride, and shadows. Reyansh doesn't believe in love. He doesn't care for innocence. But the moment he sees Gauri, and then hears the soft giggles of little Manya, something in him begins to shift. Drawn to both mother and daughter with an intensity he can't explain, Reyansh finds himself pulled into a dangerous game of obsession, desire, and buried truths. Manya's sweet affection touches a part of him he thought long dead... and Gauri's warmth begins to melt walls built over years. But love never comes easy - especially when secrets, scars, and silent enemies threaten to destroy everything. He was meant to rule empires. But a woman and her daughter might just conquer his soul.

𝗕𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝗘𝗸𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗥𝗮𝗴𝗵𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗶 ☆ The CEO of 'Raghuvanshi Group' also an underground Mafia. A typical cold, rude and ruthless man. His hobby is killing (by his looks ofc). Loves his family Very much. 𝗦𝘂𝗿𝗯𝗵𝗶 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗺𝗮 ♡ She just graduated from her university and started working in 'Raghuvanshi group'. She is kind and have a funny personality. But she is insecure about her appearance and think no one will love her cuz she isn't pretty enough. "She's the devil's favorite poem." "He is her muse." Read to know their love story 🧿🤍

𝑫𝒓. 𝒁𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑰𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚❤️‍🔥 ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᡣ𐭩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 ᡣ𐭩 "I hate you!" "You mean love" "No way. I meant what I said. I hate you" "So you hate me?" "Absolutely!" "No problem! I hate you too"

I love the way you look at me....𝗥𝗼𝗼𝗽- these hatred-filled eyes burning straight into my soul You are perfect combination of full course meal and dessert.....𝗠𝗮𝗮𝗻 Scene 1- His eyes are dangerously commanding me to stop. But of course I love to break a man ego. Tyre with just one finger away, our eyes locked and his hand gripping his fingers and mine gripping bullet. Fire that's all🔥 Tyre touch his pant.....yes exactly at his dick. "I think you don't love your future babies", I speak eyes dark and his gaze held me, heavy and inescapable. "If they inherit your genes then of course I will love them", he reply his gaze heavy and boring me. "But I would hate them, because of your genes", I backfire eyes burning him. "Don't you think I am quite handsome and we'll make good products", he ask His eyes teasing me as much as his words does. "Don't you think you are Rascal to be a father", I reply eyes stuck on him. "Rascal.....nice one, I'll take this as compliment", he speak with small smile arms crossed. "Its an insult", I reply. "Only a Rascal like me can keep my wife and future products save from this cruel world", he say now eyes a little soft. "Then who'll save them from you, don't you think you are the one from whom they need to keep distance", I reply arms crossed and eyes narrowed. "Don't you think I am irresistible, my wife can't stay away from me once she...", he reply and at last lean near me hands on bullet front. "Once she taste me", he add and wink at last. "A Rascal like you, will taste like a shit only", I reply and roll my eyes. Suddenly laughing sound fills the air. My eyes roam and I find everyone staring us. "Rascal khisko...", I speak. (Back off, you damn Rascal) Tropes- CEO × IPS officer He fell first and harder Replaced bride His sunshine × her healer Whipped sasural Strong leads Touch her and die "Wife's puppet" ml×"Mine-only" type fl Roop ka deewana×her favorite

《It's a middle class family background Story 》 In a quiet Rajasthani village, 19-year-old Amrita marries Randhir, a gentle and kind village man. Their love blooms quietly, and soon they have two sons. But when the pandemic strikes, Randhir sacrifices himself to protect his village people, leaving Amrita a young widow. Six months later, she is remarried to his younger brother, Ranveer, for the sake of her children. What begins as duty slowly blossoms into a new kind of love-a second chance at life, family, and happiness. --- • Second Chance • Quiet Love and sacrifices • Grief and healing • Family, duty, and emotional strength of women

An arranged marriage between two contrasting yet similar people. Will it work? Urwa Shah A nineteen year old girl filled with dreams. A strict father and a selfish mother provided her everything but love. Her life revolved around traditions and belief until she was used as scapegoat to make peace between two clans. An arranged marriage and entering into a enemies den where her every step would be inspected will not be easy she knew that but she knew how to pretend very well. Shahzaib Sikandar A twenty six year old responsible and hotheaded head of his clan. A man who values traditions and his deen fulfils them at any cost or that's what he thinks. A proud son and a leader. What could go wrong? An arrange marriage between him and enemies' daughter. Marriage was never in his plan. What will happen when a nineteen year old would make him feel threatened? His traditions and idea of deen crumbling into pieces. Telling him the difference between culture ,tradition and islam. A chaotic start to their marriage was not something he ever looked forward for but the girl infront of him proved him wrong. In this web of lies and hatred Urwa turned into his obsession, his junoon and for god sake he is never going to let her escape. © All rights reserved

« Sequel of RÚẞÅRÚ - Í$H¶ » «Stand Alone Book» ~ ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ ~ "The world is all about give and take, Create your OWN°°° ~ Á¥€DÁ ~ "The world is full of fake people, The real is you, YOURSELF°°° ✨✨✨ "Calm me down" His beautiful blue eyes ranked through every inch of my body sitting calmly on his chair. His eyes were glaring in my soul like he wanted to eat me alive. His slender long fingers tapping slowly yet impatiently on the desk infront of him waiting for my answer. I don't know who made him angry again but that was the first time he asked something from me other than the work. But the question was how can i calm him down? I averted my eyes to the floor because his gaze was very intense, piercing my every core with his hardcore death glare. He stood up from his chair making his way towards me as a predator towards his prey. My breath hitched in my throat with fear engulfing me slowly. "How"? I finally dared my voice out and as usual my voice came out low and meak. He stopped a step away from me as i smelled his minty cologne in my nostrils which every time overpower my senses to think properly. "Kiss me" I snapped my head towards him as my eyes widened in response. Is he for real? ✨✨✨ For her, he was her husband, her family after the death of her parents, after the betrayal of her family but For him, She was the burden from his parents, A mere responsibility. She don't love him but still there was a spark of attraction towards him as he was her rightfully married HUSBAND. He disliked her but there was one rule in his life.What was his, Will always remain His. Doesn't matter how much he dislike her, what matters to him was, she has his name and that makes her, HIS. His WIFE. ✨ Two confused souls living in the same roof, same room yet so far. Will they ever be together? ✨ Both were like a closed book. Will they ever try to open up to eachother? Stay tuned with ZÁ¥¥ÁÑ x Á¥€DÁ! Allah Hafiz!

"Look, Zayn," I said, pulling him down like I was about to deliver breaking news. "Your brother's a weirdo. Like, 'secret villain lair' level weird. But..." I sighed dramatically. "He's smart, successful, and-bonus-my boss. If I marry him, I can wake up late, stroll into work with a latte, and never fear being fired again." Zayn blinked. "So... this is a career move?" "Exactly," I grinned. "Sure, he's emotionally constipated and probably thinks romance is a hardware item, but whatever. I'll marry him." Cue: slow clap. I turned-and froze. Haidar stood in the doorway, arms crossed, face unreadable... with just enough smugness to ruin my life. "Heartwarming," he said. "Especially the part where I'm an emotionless villain." "How long were you standing there?" I croaked. "Long enough," he replied, stepping closer. "So I'm your shortcut to sleeping in. Noted." I opened my mouth-nothing. "For the record," he said coolly, "I do know romance." "You gave your assistant a stapler." "It was imported." Zayn silently backed out of the room. Then Haidar leaned in, voice low. "You think I can't be romantic? You'll learn." And I forgot how to breathe. ✨Sworn enemies since childhood, Layla and Haidar are forced into marriage by their parents. She's chaos, he's cold-what could go wrong? Or maybe... what could go right?✨

The Ahmed Trilogy Book One Can be read as a stand-alone .•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•. Zayn feels lost, devoid of his sense of purpose in this world. He feels restless, as if he is subconsciously awaiting something, or someone perhaps. That someone who coincidentally collides into him. Literally. Or was it just a coincidence? Sarcastic, vigilant and independent, Syra instantly ensnares him. He wants her and he knows it. He'd do anything to have her for the rest of his life. She seems so far, so out of reach. But fate has other plans. As they get to know each other, as the tension between them increases, they gradually discover how their lives were intertwined from before. How far will he go to ensure that his future holds her and hers holds him? .•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•. Contains mild mature content and language. Rated 15. May contain sensitive topics. .•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•. I'm so shit at summaries so check out the Introduction. What I'm tryna say is don't judge by the cover and the blurb as I suck at both unfortunately and give this a chance - it's my first book too. Incognito Gyal xxx .•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.•*•.