I stood there, trembling slightly, my heart threatening to burst from my chest. The world around us seemed to blur, leaving only him - his presence, his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing. My voice came out barely a whisper, fragile, almost breaking under the weight of my longing. "Kya mein tumhare seene par sar rakh kar aakhri baar tumhari dhadkan sun sakti hu?" (Can I... can I rest my head on your chest and hear your heartbeat... one last time?) I asked, each word soaked in fear and desperation. I felt as if if I spoke any louder, the fragile moment would shatter into pieces. Mihir looked at me then. He didn't speak immediately. He just held my gaze, his eyes searching mine as if trying to memorize every fragment of me, every silent plea in my soul. And then, in that gentle, quiet tone that cut deeper than any scream, he said, "Tumne agar meri dhadkan aakhri baar sun li toh tumhari dhadkan humesha ke liye ruk jaayegi." (If you hear my heartbeat one last time... your heartbeat will stop forever). The words sank into me like ice, freezing everything inside me, yet setting my heart ablaze in a strange, unbearable ache. I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I couldn't pull away. Somehow, I wanted to feel him, wanted to feel the warmth of his chest beneath my head, even if it meant risking everything. ----------- What will happen if, with just one glance at someone, a person's life changes? How did that one look make that person fall to their knees in prostration? Will she be able to forget that single gaze that made her a prisoner forever? Was that meeting of eyes the will of the God, or just a lesson for her?

"The world isn't a dreamland. The world shouldn't be called pure paradise, it's pure evil. And no one here takes the right decisions. But I do. The world deserves to be cleaned from bastards like them. And I don't regret doing what I did. It's the right thing to do, and we both know it." The way he stared deep into my soul, made me shiver and tremble. This isn't him, the man I know. The moment I saw all those things, I couldn't believe myself. How could he? It's pure evil, a disaster that needs to come to an end. I shouldn't do it, but I have to. I have to end this madness. No matter what. I see them taking him away from me, as he looks at me one last time before smiling, then saying. "I'll come back just for you. You better run when I do."

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

"𝑰'𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒅𝒊𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖" "𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒎𝒐-𝒂𝒏 𝒊𝒕, 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐" A standalone. 𝐀 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝗥𝗮𝗷 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮 took her for revenge. To burn down her bloodline. But now, all he can think about is how she tastes when she mo-ans through clenched teeth. He wanted to 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 her. To punish her for a past she didn't write. To watch her shatter and never feel a thing. Exactly- he wanted to. Because somewhere between the ropes and the rage, the punishment and the pleasure- She became the only thing real in his twisted world. He took her for revenge. But she'll be the one to destroy him- One sin, one kiss, one scream at a time. In this game of fire and control... someone's about to burn. Will she just be a pawn in his revenge?

She was married before she understood what marriage meant. He forgot before he learned what love truly is. Pakhi, a sharp-witted girl from Jaisalmer, returns to her hometown after years of living like the past never happened. No one remembers the childhood wedding that tied her to a boy with royal blood Rudraansh Rathore, heir to Jaisalmer's throne, returns from abroad not just as royalty, but as the future king of an underground empire no one dares speak of. When fate brings them back into the same city, only one of them knows the truth... And the other is standing too close to danger or destiny... to see it coming. In a city where crowns gleam and secrets rot, what happens when a forgotten bride crosses paths with her king... again?

AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal. As a professor, he's dedicated to his work, and his no-nonsense attitude masks a softer side. AMRIT TRIPATHI - She is a straightforward but introvert student, embodying simplicity and honesty. While others vie for the attention of their stern professor, Akshat, Amrit remains unnoticed until life takes an unexpected turn. Her future dream is to become an writer and she is starting her PHD. However their fates intervened when Akshat had to marry Amrit for saving her from humiliation. Jump inside to join their journey ✨

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭. 𝐇𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭? 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐝, 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐚 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓. 𝑨 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔 :｡･:*:･ﾟ'★

"Where..." her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper. "Where am I?" "You're home," he said simply, his voice calm yet firm." Her fingers clenched the sheets tighter. "No..." she whispered, shaking her head weakly. "No... this isn't-"Her heartbeat roared in her ears. "What have you done?" she whispered, her voice trembling. Jungkook tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into a small, unreadable smile. "Exactly what I promised." ❤️❤️❤️❤️ Love ,hate , betrayal, ❤️❤️❤️❤️ 💜💜💜💜💜💜💜