"How would you like to get f*ck today, my dear wife?" 🃜🃚🃖🃁🂭🂺 "It was the year 1999....when eyes still mirrored every emotion, and love spoke without a single word." बात सन 1999 की जब आंखें ज़ज्बात का आईना हुआ करती थीं! ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Vedarth is the kind of man who leaves a quiet impression. He's smart and genuinely intelligent, the type who observes more than he speaks. There's a shy charm in the way he carries himself, yet every now and then, a playful flirt slips through his calm exterior. He fell in love with his wife the moment he saw her, a feeling that still reflects in his eyes whenever she's around. Though a little mysterious at times, he treats everyone with respect and warmth, making him surprisingly easy to talk to and impossible to forget. Aratrika is a quiet storm wrapped in soft edges. She's shy and a little nerdy, but her sharp mind always shines in her academics as she works toward her degree. She loves her siblings fiercely, and they're her biggest source of joy. Marriage isn't something she ever dreamed about, and with her father's wish steering her future, she's stepping into it with zero expectations. Still, she keeps her dignity intact. She's respectful to everyone but never afraid to speak the truth when it matters. Promo- In 1999, an arranged marriage ties two strangers together. For her, it's duty. For him, it's destiny. He falls first. He falls harder. And once she's his, heaven helps the man who even looks her way. She meets him with quiet grace. He meets her with an intensity he can't hide-soft around her, ruthless around the world. Forced proximity turns into something warmer, deeper, and far more dangerous. Every shared silence, every almost-touch pulls them closer than either planned. But the past is never truly past. Secrets rise. Shadows stretch. And love becomes the only thing strong enough to survive the storm.

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

"He ruled with an iron fist. She walked in with nothing but trembling hands and tired eyes." Thakur Veer Pratap Rathore - cold-blooded, untouchable, and born to command. CEO of a billion-dollar empire, his presence alone could silence boardrooms and shatter egos. Brutality was his language, and loyalty, his only currency. Then came Mehr - a chubby, wheatish girl with no last name and a heart that still dared to hope. Working as a mere customer care executive, her life was a quiet struggle of unpaid bills, sleepless nights, and protecting her 10-year-old brother from the harshness she had grown numb to. She was not made for his world. But fate didn't ask. A moment. A mistake. A decision. And now, she belonged to him - in ways she never imagined and in chains she never saw coming. He was her storm. She was his calm. And in between was a war neither of them were prepared for.

Description "Sometimes mistakes leads you to the path of love, you do learn from your own mistakes and bring bliss in your life". (His series #book 1) And suddenly SHE became the only thing that consumed me whole. I shouldn't be in love with her. Not after knowing that she is not my type. But yet I did, insanely that consumed me whole. But what about her??? Will she ever love me after the things I have done to her, will she ever accept my love for her, will she ever give me a chance to prove myself to her, will I ever have her in my life after those miserable things I have done in our relationship??? :⁠‑⁠) Mira Nagar, A sweet innocent girl with a soft heart who is a village girl. After she turned 19 her parents decided to get her married to an landlord from their village, who is already 4th time of her age at the verge of dying, but for money they became soo greedy that they decided to get married Mira to that old man. But what they didn't know was that this marriage is going to change the life of Mira for forever. Ashrit Rathore, CEO of Rathore textiles, a not soo sweet guy complicated with many morals and rules of his own. He believes in hardwork and because of his hardwork Rathore Textiles became India's most famous Textiles company, he is a workoholic and barely manage to come home he mostly stayes out of the country. What will happen when he will visit his maternal grandfather house for a marriage and got stuck in an unwanted marriage. Give this book a chance to know more about this story.

#Top 1 in india(7/11/24) "𝑯𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆, 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒔... 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒚-𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒊𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅." Ansh Singhania The most brutal mafia kingpin-feared, ruthless, untouchable. He marries Maahi Malhotra not for love, but for revenge. He wants to shatter her, make her bleed with the same pain he's carried for years. Breaking her is the only justice he knows. But revenge has its own cruel twist. Nothing is what it seems. The war he begins turns into a game of life and death, where the one trying to end him... is someone he loves the most. And the woman he destroys is the one standing between him and the bullet meant for his heart. Who wants him dead? And after everything he's done... can love still grow between them? The answer lies in their shared, tragic past, a secret that binds them in a lethal dance of hate and devotion.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 "I think Chahat and Veer should talk in private," Parvati ji suggested. Urmilla ji nodded, asking Chahat to take him to the terrace. The moment they were alone, Veeransh spoke - straight, emotionless. "I'll come to the point. I have no interest in marriage. I'm agreeing only for Dadi. Don't expect anything beyond respect and loyalty." Chahat's eyes hardened. "What if I say no? Actually... I am saying no. It was nice meeting you for the last time, Mr. Raghuvanshi." She turned to leave. Just as her hand reached the door, her phone buzzed - an unknown number. She ignored it. "Dekh lo," Veer's voice came from behind, edged with a faint smirk. "Might be important." Something in his tone made her open it. A video. Her breath stopped. She staggered back in shock - straight into him. Veeransh leaned down, close to her ear. His breath brushed her neck, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "A yes from your side... or a yes from mine," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Choice is yours."

[Slow updates] 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 The sacred fire had been burning too long. It cracked and spat like it knew. Like it had been waiting for a groom who would never arrive. The music had stopped. The smiles had died. Only whispers remained. "Left her..." "At the mandap..." "What a disgrace..." She heard every word. Still, she didn't move. Draped in red. Covered in gold. Sitting like a statue carved out of pride and humiliation. Her eyes burned so fiercely it felt like they might bleed- But she refused to cry. Tears would mean he mattered. Tears would mean he had broken her. The priest shifted uncomfortably. Relatives looked away. Her parents stood frozen between shame and helplessness. Time stretched. Suffocating. Merciless. Then- A voice. Sharp. Cold. Absolute. "I will marry her." The words didn't just interrupt the silence. They shattered it. Every head turned. He walked forward through the stunned crowd without hesitation, without permission - as if this was never a question of if, only when. He stopped before her. For the first time, she looked up. And the world tilted. Not a stranger. Not a savior. Him. The one man she had buried long before today. He bent slightly, his presence swallowing the chaos around them. His voice dropped, meant only for her, each word deliberate... intimate... inevitable. "Welcome back in my life, sweetheart." Not an offer. A claim. As if she had never truly escaped him.