---- ✦ ---- •Abhiraj Singh Raghuvanshi - The king of Rajasthan. He is the elder son of Raghuvanshi's. This man in his late twenties not only rule the Rajasthan but also the whole business world with his knowledge and techniques. Hence everyone call him the 'Devil'. Smart . intelligent . calm . Drop dead gorgeous. These words are used to describe him. With his deep voice , sharp jawline and preying eyes , he makes the people shiver. • Prerna Ahuja - The princess of Ahuja's family. Ahuja's are one of the most respectable families in Rajasthan. They are working under the king as their minister from generations. Prerna is the only girl born in their family after 8 generations. In simple words she is a pampered princess. Sweet . Sensitive . Mature these words are used to describe her. Her one smile can lighten anyone's day. What happens when she got to know she is going to marry the king, that too an arrange marriage. But is it really an arranged marriage in his side? ------ Let's see how it goes.

Peep inside the story to know, whether the Beast will taint or will be tamed by his angel. Join the journey of ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE: a royal by blood, oofy by wealth, wrathful by nature, arrogant by behaviour, handsome by physique, ruthless by business and MEERA RAJPUT: an epitome of beauty, stuffed with kindness and innocence, compassionate by heart and passionate about love. Every character, events, places mentioned in the story are completely imaginary with no intention of hurting any individual's sentiments.

Raghuvanshi the name is enough for normal people to bow their head with respect Raghuvanshi family is one of the most respected and powerful family ....... They are the rulers of Bussiness Politics and underworld Three words to define them Power, Money and Danger and their current heirs aren't less than devils let's see what happens when these devils get angels as their wives.... will the girls be able to change them and their family...... stay tuned 😉😉

• 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐣𝐚𝐲 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 Power!!The only thing he always wanted.He is the elder son of Rathore's and the soon to be king of Rajasthan.A man in his late twenties who rules not only Rajasthan but also the business and mafia world.He is known as a 'Ruthless Devil'. • 𝐀𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 A small hazel eye coloured girl.She is the prized possession of her brother who she dearly loved as he is the only family member of her.A girl in his late twenties with an dominating aura but with a beautiful heart and kind nature.She is own as a 'Angel'. She is an art He is her artist. She is broken He is her healer. She never gets love He showered all his love to her. She is an angel He is a devil. Step into the extraordinary journey of Ranvijay and Anvi, two individuals who swore never to marry, yet found themselves bound by fate. Will their opposing worlds clash, or will their union create a harmony neither of them expected? Discover a story of love, power, and redemption where a devil learns to cherish an angel, and an angel discovers the strength of a devil's love.

❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

"𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒑𝒂𝒈𝒆, 𝑵𝒐𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔" •••• "Don't lie, Amisha. I'm sick of these lies. And if you're so sure that you didn't cheat on me, then fine, let's move on to the next step,prove me you didn't cheated on me" he said, and she frowned in confusion. He realized she didn't understand his intention. "Get intimate with me, tell me that you love me, and I'll believe you. I'll believe that you're telling the truth," he said, or more precisely, made an offer. She couldn't process his words. Her heart broke as she listened to him. •••• His expression darkened, pain flickering in his eyes. "Kya kami reh gayi thi, Amisha? Sab kuch diya tha tumhe... apna dil tumharee kadmon mein rakha tha. Fir bhi tumne yeh kiya?" His words came out in a choked whisper, his composure slipping. (Was there anything I didn't give you, Amisha? I gave you everything... I placed my heart at your feet. And still, you did this) Tears gathered in his eyes, though he struggled to maintain his demeanor, reminding himself he couldn't afford to be soft. "You're hurting me," she whispered, her voice cracking slightly. His eyes flickered with guilt, but he didn't let go. "And what about the hurt you caused me?I loved you, Amisha. I gave you everything. My heart, my soul... everything. And still, you didn't choose me." Tears welled up in her eyes. "You should have looked into my eyes once, it was always you Vivaan. But your jealousy... your obsession... it's destroying us."

COMPLETED✅ Arturo Vasquez -Head of Spanish mafia- was planning on accepting the proposal of Russian mafia leader Ivan Volkov's for his daughter, Aiyana, for her hand in marriage. Laying the cards down on the table, Marco Dominic Valentino - Head of the Italian mafia - makes a better counteroffer, hence it's settled that Aiyana would marry Amren Valentino, the heir for the Italian mafia. They only met once before they're married, but sometimes once is enough. Challenges and hurdles thrust their way left and right, leaving the couple no chance but to manifest this fake relationship into something real. ❣️•••❣️ Excerpt : "I think I'm strong enough to handle myself" She confesses with specks of anger darting through her eyes. I groan "You are, but it doesn't mean I like you being away from me in case anything happens" I stress my words, my breath hitting her face in gentle waves. "Shall you put me on a leash too?" She spits defiantly, smelling the tinge of alcohol on her breath, the knife digging deeper into my skin, I feel it's only moments away from piercing through my skin. My eyes snap to her angry contortions, her eyebrows furrowed, mouth slightly agape. "Come on, dance with me. The earth is spinning, we can't just stand on it" ❣️•••❣️ *I do not own any of the pictures used in this book, they belong to their rightful owners. *contains cursing. *contains mature themes. *focuses more on the romantic aspect, but I guarantee there's some action;) HIGHEST RANKINGS: #1 in mafiamarriage #7 in ForcedMarriage #1 in mafiaking #1 in arranged #10 in arrangedmarriage #1 in fastpaced #1 in fake #1 in darkacademia #3 in mafia #1 in marriage #6 in completed #4 in youngadult #1 in enemies #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in drama #1 in spicy

Abhimanyu singh rathore , the king of the city jodhpur and the famous business tycoon of India, who has no interest in marriage and relationship. suddenly his family arranged his marriage with a girl named Siya, who is totally different from his world belongs to a middle-class family, he tried a lot to stop the marriage but the fate was not his side they both are tied in a relationship against their will let's see what destiny has planned for them in future, will they'll be able to make this marriage successful....

To those who love~ ❝She hated lies... so he rewrote her memories❞ ──────·୨ৎ·────── She was never meant to be a queen. Yet destiny dressed her in fire - and called her Anantara. Born to heal, but bound to rule. Loved by a man the world called Sarkaar. Feared by those who whispered her name in the corridors of power She was his sister's best friend - a girl made of light, laughter, and dreams. Until darkness claimed her name. Behind every choice she makes, his shadow moves. Behind every memory she holds, his hand rewrites the truth. He controls her life, her mind, her world - and still, she keeps returning to him. Because love is not what binds them. Obsession does. Secrets do. Siyaasat does. And somewhere between truth and treachery, their hearts still remember what their minds have forgotten UPDATE EVERY SATURDAY "तुझे छू लूं तो कुछ मुझे हो जाएगा जो मैं चाहता न हो मुझको तुझे मिल के ये दिल मेरा बह जाएगा इसी बात का डर है मुझको के हो ना जाए प्यार तुमसे मुझे कर देगा बर्बाद इश्क़ मुझे हो ना जाए प्यार तुमसे मुझे बेहद बेशुमार तुमसे..."

Some love stories do not end. They simply continue without you in them. Mukti was never the other woman. She was the second choice in a love story that had already ended before she ever stepped into it. For seven years, she waited. Not for grand gestures or pretty promises. Just for one moment where he would look at her, not as a replacement, not as a responsibility, but as the woman who stood beside him every single day. She lived in a marriage where nothing was cruel enough to complain about. Arjun was gentle. He was faithful. He loved their daughter with a devotion that never wavered. He spoke to Mukti, touched her, shared a home and a bed with her. And yet, he was never truly there. His heart remained somewhere in the past, holding onto a love he had lost and never learned to let go. "Woh kisi aur ke gham se ubhar hi nahi paaya, Aur main kisi apne ke hote hue bhi tanha reh gayi" In the letters Mukti never meant him to read, her truth finally unfolds. Of how she slowly disappeared. Of how she kept loving without being loved back. Of how loneliness learned to wear the mask of stability. Now Arjun is forced to face what he chose not to see. That while he mourned his past, he made his present live unloved. This is not a story of infidelity. It is the story of emotional absence, stretched across seven years, until waiting no longer felt like hope, but habit.