𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

She had not married him for love. Nor had it been a marriage born of tradition, arrangement, or even choice. When Navya Sharma, a naïve young woman of barely twenty-two, stood before the world as the wife of Advait Rathore, she stepped into a bond that was nothing less than a transaction. For him, it was profit-a move calculated, cold, and beneficial to his empire. For her, it was destiny's cruelest twist. Advait Rathore-twenty-eight years old, sharp-minded, ruthless, and carrying the weight of maturity and sin in equal measure-was no ordinary man. He was a king of shadows, a ruler of the underworld. And Navya? She was a lamb led into a lion's den, handed to him under the guise of a marriage that was never meant to bloom. All she had ever wished for was a husband she could call hers-a man who belonged to her alone. But destiny, merciless as ever, bound her to a man whose heart had already been claimed. His first wife was still alive. And worse-he loved her. For Navya, the truth was more bitter than betrayal. She was not a beloved wife; she was a replacement. A second choice. Perhaps even nothing more than a vessel-brought into his life to give him heirs, to strengthen his lineage, to serve a purpose. Yet beneath her quiet demeanor stirred a storm. Perhaps she was destined to be nothing more than a surrogate for his children... or perhaps fate had far greater designs. Because sometimes, in a world of power, blood, and betrayal, the one who enters quietly, unnoticed, can end up stealing the most precious thing a man possesses-his very soul.

ONLY for 18+ audience. Keerthi felt a hand under her chin,coaxing her to look up ,as she met with warm brown eyes,in their darkest shade. Her eyes went to her husband's lips,wetting her own involuntarily,when she felt Vikram's hold tighten. She blushed,looking down,her face felt on fire. Vikram pulled her chin up, forcing her to look at him. "Keerthi", Vikram started gruffly,his voice laced with desire, their lips merely brushing, teasing one another,"We should go to sleep now if you don't want it to continue any further." Keerthi's face flamed at her husband's insinuation. But dammit,she wanted to be kissed. For the first time ever.

𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘩 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 When it gets to the verge where you don't feel connections with anyone, the feeling of giving everything up eats you. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙧𝙖 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, an aspiring scholar who struggles amidst the chaos occurred months ago that disrupts her life and a constant unsettling feeling gnaws at her. After her sister left her. She's no more the same person she used to be... . 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, the youngest son of Abeer Parihaar. With full inspiration of living his life to the fullest, Aarav has his goals set - drive the best cars, thrive on your intrusive thoughts.. and never look back. . Due to some positive deviations in both of their lives, a strange obsession to drive one another on the edge overpowers their wits. "I HATE YOU" "Kiss me and say that" **smirks** AaravxMayra

-𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒- "This was just an arrangement" I stared into oblivion repeating the same words he offered me the night of our wedding. He stepped closer to me lifting my chin with a finger and I resisted a shiver triggered just by his mere stare "Look me in the eye and say that" my heart clenched and I blinked when the tears threatened to suffocate me. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 ༺❀༻ 𝙄𝙩𝙞 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, a perfect enthusiast of happiness and a jolly personality. Coming from a well reputed business family she was expected to marry off for the sake of strengthening a successful alliance. But that was ever her dream, to have a fairytale of her own. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, a person exhaustively devoted to the empire he created. Known for his extreme silence even at the sour times. When the two opposite souls were bound together by the thread of marriage. Who will be chosen by Love and who would it break? Iti x Manav

They didn't fall in love. They broke into it. A marriage built on silence. A man who never lets go. And a woman who's never known what it feels like to be chosen-until now. He loved in silence. She ached in noise. Adyant Shah was everything Dhruvi Kapoor couldn't understand-quiet, composed, untouchable. She wanted fire. He offered stillness. But some loves don't need grand gestures-just the courage to stay. hello fellas, Bold at heart, soft in words. I write the kind of love that aches-and the kind of pain that lingers. If you're here to feel, you're home. Its an matured theme story and will keep you hooked. its my first story as well so please let me know if you like it.

Dr. Aniruddh Kashyap has everything most people could only dream of-a legacy, wealth, and the golden reputation of being the heir to a hospital empire. On the surface, his life is perfect: luxury parties, prestigious friends, endless attention. But behind the facade, everything feels hollow. Predictable. Lifeless. It isn't until a critically injured girl is rushed into his hospital, an anonymous patient clinging to life. After a grueling surgery, she survives, only to slip into a coma. Tasked with finding any clue about her identity, Aniruddh stumbles upon a yellow notebook tucked inside her belongings. A diary/ journal. An accident. A forgotten moment. A decision he doesn't think twice about-until he's alone, with nothing but her words to keep him company. As he reads the fragments of her life- the dreams, the heartaches, the simple joys, Aniruddh finds himself drawn to the stranger in ways he can't explain, only for her to disappear without a trace. What happens next? Do they ever meet? Or does she remain only as a "girl from the pages"? *A NOTE TO READERS* This is a work of fiction. Certain place names may appear similar to real locations, but they have been adapted or imagined to suit the narrative. Cover photo not mine! All credit goes to the original creator/owner. I just edited it for the cover :)

The heart is a complicated thing, it's supposed to keep you alive. Situated in the left side of your chest, pumping blood through your body to keep you going. Then, Nandini wonders, how can it betray her like this. It's supposed to beat for Nandini, with the sole purpose of keeping her alive, so how can it start beating for someone else? 18+

He was a man of cold words and quieter wounds, a celebrated author who stitched stories for the world, but never believed in the tale of love himself. To the world, he was distant- To his loved ones, he was a quiet refuge. Returning to India after years, he never imagined fate would greet him with the eyes of a girl he once competed with-Nila. But the Nila he remembered was gone. In her place stood a woman- a widow, a mother, a soul who had survived more than she ever deserved to endure. Her smile carried cracks, her voice held strength, and her heart... was still aching for a love that once failed her. Their parents tied them in a bond neither sought- an arranged marriage between strangers with a shared past and separate scars. She didn't want another husband- she wanted a father for her daughter. He didn't believe in love- but her daughter called him "Dad" and something inside him softened. Would he ever hold space in his heart for a little girl with wide eyes and louder questions? Would he ever learn that love isn't loud, or perfect, but sometimes quiet... and healing? Or would Nila remain a soul still longing, still waiting for someone to choose her, not out of duty- but out of love? #1 romanticdrama🏅 #1 savagefl🏅 #1 realistic love story🏅 #1 in widow🏅 #1 in slowburnromance🏅

𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑶𝒏𝒆 In a world where shadows of the past loom large, I find myself entwined in a marriage I myself had said 'yes' for. Because I can never be a mother. Never. And he himself had agreed that he had no problem with it. I was so happy the day I thought - maybe, my life could come back on track. Like a fairy tale. But, I don't know what went wrong after our marriage. Karthik Yadav, the enigmatic heir to a powerful empire, who exudes an icy demeanor that hides a turbulent soul - turned TURBULENT towards his wife too. His coldness cuts me deeper than any wound ever could. Then one day my sister-in-law tells me - he used to love another girl before our marriage and maybe he is in love with her even now and that's my BREAKING POINT. My heart is shattered into pieces, in a way that no one will ever be able pick it up and mend it again. My life is RUINED. Atleast that's what I think. Little did I knew - beneath his harsh exterior lies a heart burdened by secrets-secrets that mirror my own. In this twisted tale of pain and longing, will we be able to break the chains of our past and find solace in each other, or are we destined to remain strangers in a marriage built on silence?