"Y-your H-highness? I-i'm sorry b-but t-there m-must b-be a-a m-mistake..." A loud growl sounded through the whole ballroom causing me to start shaking and a whimper to escape my lips. This caused the King to stop growling. He pulled me to his chest and yelled out to the whole ballroom. "MINE!" Audrey is an Omega in the Rapid River Pack. Lucas is the Alpha King, Ruling over all and his own pack, The Moonlight Eclipse Pack. Audrey is beaten daily loosing all hope of every meeting her mate. Lucas just wants his mate but feels like she doesn't exist. What happens when the two meet at the Annual Lunar Eclipse Ball? Credits to @M_Rainberry for the amazingly wonderful cover!!!

She has lived hidden for eleven years, never allowed outside, never told the truth about her father. Her mother is famous. Her past is dangerous. And the secret she's hiding could destroy two mafia empires. Born from betrayal and a single night of manipulation, the girl carries an impossible truth in her blood-she belongs to two dons. One American. One Italian. Rivals who have no idea their legacy lives in the same child. When the truth begins to surface, it won't just expose a secret. It will start a war.

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his *pasandida aurat.* She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-*forever?* _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-*ever.* Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except *her.* _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

The clang of steel, the roar of warriors, the taste of blood and dust-Viraaj Singh Chauhan was in the heart of war when the world tore itself apart. One strike, one heartbeat, and then-silence. When his eyes opened again, there was no battlefield. Thunder roared from machines racing over black roads. Glass towers pierced the night, the air stinking of smoke and metal. A king, stripped of the crown and kingdom, stood lost among strangers. Five years later, the world knew another name. Veeranshu Rajput. Not the warrior king, but the billionaire who bent empires to his will. Veeranshu had carved his throne from steel and glass, becoming one of the most powerful men on earth. - Mahira Sengupta had lived with visions all her life-palaces burning, skies collapsing, and a king with eyes like storms. She wrote them into novels the world adored, never confessing the truth: she had never seen his face. Only his eyes. Only his voice. "You brought me back, Mahira. Now nothing will keep me from you." She never knew her dreams had already stepped into this century. And somewhere, behind the mask of the most powerful man alive, the lost king was waiting.

On the night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput sat draped in red and gold, her pulse trembling beneath the weight of silk and jewels. The air was too still, too heavy, as though the palace itself held its breath. A sound shattered the hush-footsteps, steady and deliberate. She turned. Her groom stood before her, his face veiled in a mask , a sword glinting in his hand. Before her lips could form a word, the blade found her heart. Her bangles struck the marble floor in a scatter of sound, her breath faltered, and the palace drowned in silence. When her eyes opened again, time had lost its meaning. Centuries unraveled like threads: Empires rose and crumbled, storms clawed at the stone halls, and still she wandered-unseen, unheard, bound to the place of her death. Until one night, headlights cut through the darkness of the courtyard. From the car stepped a man-his presence carved against the winter air. His gaze swept the ruins... and stopped on HER. For the first time in lifetimes, Princess Meera was seen.

Ikroor Shehgal, 26 the iron-willed heiress of the Shehgal empire. Raised to be unbreakable, she is the perfect successor to Shehgal Industries, cold, precise, and untouchable. Beneath the polished façade of legality, she secretly reigns as the silent queen of a hidden cannabis empire, ruling the weed kingdom without mercy. She speaks little, feels less - at least that's what the world believes. Her parents receive nothing beyond necessary words, while only her dadi holds the key to the fragile pieces of her heart. She despises her younger sister, seeing weakness where she was taught strength. Emotionless by design... yet somewhere in the shadows of her guarded soul, Ikroor quietly longs for a love she was never allowed to have. Agastya Raghavan, 32 the golden heir of the powerful Raghavan dynasty. To his parents, he is their flawless prince - gentle, obedient, and impossibly composed. To the world, he is a ruthless nightlife magnate, ruling casinos and shadowed empires with a single calculated glance. Calm. Strategic. Untouchable. Beneath his legal throne lies a darker truth - the unseen mastermind of a feared international syndicate, merciless in power and betrayal. He does not forgive. He does not forget. But behind closed doors, for the few he loves, Agastya is warmth wrapped in steel - fiercely protective, quietly possessive, and devastatingly loyal. He does not give his heart easily. But when he does... it is forever.

Abhijeet Jaisingh is a heartless ruthless businessman. He has no softness in him accept for when it comes to his mother, his best friend and the love of his life. He wants to stay away from some people but what will happen when he has to live with two of them for some time.

Innayat Bedi × Divyansh Suryavanshi Divyansh Suryavanshi A 25 year old only son of Suryavanshi family. He only knows dominance and never use soft tone for anyone. Always have this emotionaless facade. He is Cold hearted CEO of one of the most prominent and richest empire "Suryavanshi Enterprise" which rules the business world. He only know how to win and never kneels for anyone. The most handsome bachelor. All girls are crazy for him but he has never fallen for any of them until it came to certain someone who not only made his heart skip a beat but also made him kneel in front of her. Divyansh smirked "Do you think me , Divyansh Suryavanshi will follow you?? Dream on Fucker!!! "I order and people listen that,s how it always works" " Get this kid out of my office!!! I hate kids!!! They Cry everyday and wants those stupid chocolates!!!" "I hate the women who lust over me!!! "SHE WANTS TO MARRY ME??HUH??!!! I WILL SHOW HER WHO IS SATAN!!!!" Innayat Bedi A 22 year old illustrator and soft hearted girl. She is a cute,shy and beautiful soul who only knows how to shower everyone with love and kindness. She is insecure about her appearance since childhood and thinks that noone will fall for her as she is not as pretty as to be fit in Indian beauty standards. She also has some dreams about her marriage like every girl. "Don,t call me kid just because I am short," Innayat pouted while complaining Divyansh with Cold tone said "Mom please stop this marriage nonsense at once I will never marry that girl " After sometime: Innayat sniffing controlling tears "I am not crying" Divyansh cupped her cheeks "Baccha~ Do you want Chocolate? Did someone bothered you ?Tell me? Your Divyansh will scold them". They say people change in love but let's see Divyansh Suryavanshi to take 360° turn after encountering our childish Innayat. A story where Satan fall for Angel and do the things he used to consider stupid yet he himself became foolish in her love

✔️Story of Rudransh Singh Rathore and Avantika Pratap Singh --Sneak and peak-- They are exactly what other needed; the missing piece that made everything else magically click into its place. She's the type of woman who shows her sinister side when she believes in good man; precisely her man. The two body wrapped in eachother's arms getting their way to eachother in the dim yet soft light of Victorian gothic chamber. The lavender's room fragrance swimming around the Royal couple who stood in black and white. He is like the burning fire of the sun while she is calm like the moonlight of the night. They met like one evening; When he drowns, she rises so that she can keep their world enlighten through his light. Both of them; balancing eachother's genre. ______________ Her: How your eyes fell on me so undistracted? Him: Eyes? My whole fucking being fell for you, Mrs. Rathore. Her: I can't believe it. Him: Believe me, wife. Even the stars fell for you, how could I not? _______________ Him: I had lost myself, somewhere, while searching for you. Her: Believe me, husband, not more than me. Your footsteps use to echo inside abandoned corridors of my heart. _______________