SHEDULE: EVERY MONDAY When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power?

Previously known as "Destined Love" "𝑨 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔-𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔" Second book in Destined series

❛They say what slips from our hands no longer belongs to us. But some souls were never taught how to let go, rather... they chase what was lost like a curse written into their blood, crossing lines, burning bridges, tearing the world apart if they must. For them, possession is faith, obsession is devotion, and surrender is a sin they will never commit.❜ ✧ RUKSHIT VOHRA, a twenty-nine-year-old man, devastatingly handsome and far more dangerous than his looks could ever reveal. He is the Mafia lord known as The Death Raider, and the Chairman of the Vohra Empire. One glimpse of him is enough to make a person feel death breathing down their neck. And yet the irony of fate: the man feared by nations is obsessed with the memory of a girl he knows nothing about. He doesn't believe in fate, mercy, or forgiveness. He only believes in possession and once something enters his heart, he will cross heaven and hell to claim it. ♡ RICHA DIWAN, a twenty-four-years-old woman, brilliantly successful, the President of High Ridge Corporation before most people her age even decide what they want from life. She loves hacking, especially when it's against those who dare to challenge her. A girl shaped by discipline, sharpened by intellect, and unknowingly standing on a ticking throne of blood and power. ✧ The story of two souls who were shattered, then rose again, stronger than before, only to be shattered once more. BOOK #02 in series 'DEATH GAMER'

𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺...𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀. ☆𝗔𝗡 𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗘𝗗 𝗠𝗔𝗥𝗥𝗜𝗔𝗚𝗘 𝗡𝗢𝗩𝗘𝗟☆ 𐙚𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 1 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦𐙚 ────୨ৎ──── "Are you scared or... nervous?" I asked, closing the distance just a little more. I was enjoying it far too much. Seeing him this flustered was oddly satisfying and for the first time-the tables had turned. I had every intention of taking full advantage of it. "None," he replied. His face gave nothing away, calm and unreadable, even as he took another step back-until the back of his knee brushed the table behind him, leaving him nowhere else to go. I smirked and stepped closer, invading the little space he had left. Rising onto my toes, I leaned in just enough for my lips to graze near his ear, my hand resting lightly around his neck. His reaction betrayed him. One hand clenched the tablecloth at his side, knuckles tightening. A soft giggle escaped me as I watched his reaction, pulling back just enough to poke his nose. "I'll go and change," I said casually, finally beginning to step away. I barely moved back before his hand caught my waist, pulling me back firmly until I was pressed against his chest. My hand instinctively clutched his sherwani at the shoulder as his hand slid steadily to my back. He tucked a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "Why did you stop?" he asked quietly. His fingers traced my cheek as he gently lifted my lehenga's dupatta from my head. It slipped from his grasp and fell to the floor. This time, when his hand returned to my back, it met bare skin. My breath hitched. He leaned in, his lips brushing my ear as his voice dropped to a whisper. "Ab main start karu?" ────୨ৎ────

𝐀𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐗 𝐀𝐯𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐭 "Kon ho tum?" he asked, his voice low but edged with alertness. [Who are you?] "Hum wahi hai... jinka astitvah aapne kabhi socha bhi nahi hoga." she said in a soft voice. [I am the one... whose existence you may never even have imagined.] And before he could speak again, she vanished into the haveli's shadow like a secret swallowed by time. ______________________________________ ______________________________________ "Kaash... aap humare ishq ko pehchaan paate..." she whispered into the silence. And for the first time in centuries, her eyes shimmered with tears. [If only... you could recognize my love.] ______________________________________ ______________________________________ His jaw set. And with quietly but with unbreakable resolve, he made a promise to the night. "Tum tak pahuchne ke liye..." he breathed slowly, "agar mujhe samay se bhi ladna pade, toh mein ladunga." [To reach you... even if I must fight time, I will.] ______________________________________ Dive into the story to know their story🌷

Myra Sinha has mastered the art of silence. After losing her friends and battling trust issues, she's built a wall around her heart, convinced that love isn't meant for someone like her. But someone is watching. From the other side of the classroom, a boy notices everything-her intelligence, her quiet strength, the sadness in her eyes. He admires her from afar, writing about her in a notebook only he knows exists. Words become his only voice, his way of reaching out without ever speaking. What he doesn't know is... Myra sees him too. Two hearts, burdened by unspoken feelings, aching to connect in a world where silence has always been safer than love. Will they ever find the courage to write their story together? Tropes* - soft romance - spicy romance - High school romance - she fell first, he fell harder - opposite attracts - love at first sight - insecurities - Shy girl x backbencher guy

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

What will happen when her brother comes to him and asks him to marry his sister making him shocked ...... RAKSHIT NAYAK :- 31 years old, Devote of mahakal ,CEO of Nayak enterprises , man of few words , have seen many things in his life but still he was standing tall with a smile , don't have a blood related family of his own , but love his friends who is more than a family and their family is like his own , Never into girls as he was always focused on his work ISHITA RAWAT :- 24 years old young beautiful girl with a dusky skin tone , works as a interior designer in nayak enterprises, sweet but also knows how to give some equal attitude like the other person, only have her elder brother in her family as her parents died long back , love her brother more than world or anything as her brother is her everything and she can do anything her brother say to her without even thinking for another second ✨ He saw her for the first time and she took his heart at one go by her nature & beauty....she saw him for the first time and she knew he is something , he is different...how will they proceed together in this journey SHIVANGI RATHORE:- 25 years old , beautiful girl . The Heart of her family especially her both brothers. Started working as a fashion designer just sometimes ago. Never had any friends or boyfriend due to her Little conservative nature The main lead opposite to shivangi will be revealed after their first conversation 🫣 Coming soon (In June 2025) 💗

" karthik please meri bat suno yar.... " chup ho jao Ridhima....I beg you please be silent " my eyes turned disbelief and it hurts the man who used to listen to me with his whole heart now begging me to not utter a word. I didn't say anything, because I knew nothing would change. Before I realized, we were already at my parents' house. Stopping the car, he got out, came to my side, and opened the door. "Karthik, please... ek baar. Just once, hear me out," I pleaded, but his expression didn't change. Suddenly, he lifted me out of the car. "Andar jao, Ridhima. Aur us ghar mein kabhi pair mat rakhna." He put me down making me shake my head as my voice stopped for the word I was going to speak. Saying this, he left. "Is this the end?" I asked myself in disbelief as my vision blurred from the unstoppable tears. RIDHIMA ARORA Ridhima Arora, 23, was a bubbly and outspoken girl who still lived with her parents like a little kid, always brightening everyone's mood with her cheesy talk. After completing her MSc, her parents convinced her to marry. At first, she refused-but the moment she saw him, she blurted out, "Hayee, shaadi toh main isi se hi karungi... pura Theo James ki copy hai!" Her excitement, however, shattered the moment she stepped into his house, where she discovered everyone was secretly plotting against him. KARTHIK OBEROI A 28 year old a successful CA, was born into luxury and endless love-until the day tragedy struck and he lost both his parents. Forced to live with his uncle and aunt, he grew up surrounded by masked affection, never realizing they were plotting to strip him of his inheritance under the lie of debts. Yet, in the midst of betrayal and loss, he found Ridhima. As his wife, she became not just his partner but his true home-loving him with warmth and fighting for him with the fierce devotion of the family he had lost. Limit khatam hogai discription ki ~ Thank you 💋