𝑳𝑬𝑮𝑨𝑪𝒀 𝑶𝑭 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 : 𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑭𝒊𝒗𝒆 Before leaving the world, Saira's mother entrusted her to the men she trusted as family whom Saira now calls her brothers, the same men who grew up beside Riyan Shekhawat, men who called Riyan his own brother. To Riyan, this bond made her his responsibility... a girl he was meant to protect like a sister. That link should have kept her forever in the space of forbidden affection. Until his heart betrayed him, refusing to obey rules or relationships. And the guilt of wanting someone he was meant to protect becomes the battle he can no longer outrun. Veils of Love is a dark, emotionally charged tale of forbidden affection, tangled loyalties, and the dangerous tenderness that grows where it shouldn't, yet refuses to die.

❖Childhood lovers to Enemies to Lovers "I hate you." I whispered, my voice shaking as my back hit the cold wall, entirely trapped by his towering frame."I hate you so much it hurts." He didn't flinch. He simply leaned in, his dark, unhinged eyes dropping to my trembling lips. "Good," he murmured, his thumb brushing over my racing pulse. "Hate me, Riya. Despise me. Scream it at me. Because hate is still a passion. It means your blood is boiling for me. You can hate me for the rest of your life, sweetheart, but you will do it as my wife." ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ TERE ISHQ MAIN: A Tale of Dark Obsession ┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈┈ Vivaan Singhania is the ruthless, untouchable heir to a royal dynasty and the CEO of a multi-billion dollar empire. He hides his lethal, unhinged nature behind a charming smile. He gets whatever he wants, whenever he wants it. And the only thing he has ever truly wanted... is her. Riya is just a normal university student trying to survive her assignments, drink her cheap canteen tea, and keep her broken heart entirely hidden. She thought she had successfully escaped her past. But when her best friend accidentally marries into the Mumbai mafia, Riya is dragged straight back into the crosshairs of the man who ruined her trust years ago. She hates him for breaking her heart. He will completely burn the world to ashes just to see her smile. In a dangerous game of hidden royal legacies, underworld wars, and undeniable attraction, Riya is about to learn a terrifying truth: you cannot run from a man who has already decided you belong to him. 🎀 Author's Note: Welcome to the Singhania Empire! This is the 2nd book in the His Beautiful Punishment series. While it can absolutely be read as a completely standalone novel, I highly recommend reading His Beautiful Punishment (Aarav & Priyanshi's story) first to fully understand everything.

#2 book of the Rajput series. Heirs of the Rajputs is a captivating tale of love, destiny, and unspoken bonds. It follows four couples, each with a unique journey of emotions and connections.

Gurjot Singh Virk was the CM's right hand man who carried power in one hand and gun in the other.... And Ira Sharma? She was the complete opposite. Loud, dramatic, Extrovert, obsessed with makeup, crop tops, and annoying him every chance she gets. The girl who fell for him at first sight. But loving Gurjot Singh Virk was never going to be easy. Because according to him... She is too young, Too immature, Too dangerous for his peace. And most importantly... Forbidden. Because she is his brother's sister in law. He kept pushing her away... Scolding her at the smallest things, ignoring her efforts, pretending she meant nothing to him. While Ira kept loving him anyway... Even when he acted like she was nothing... But somewhere between midnight fights, hidden care, jealousy, and stolen glances.. The man who feared loving her the most slowly became the one who couldn't breathe without her. He became obsessed with her... now leaving her wasn't an option But the real question is... does she still feel the same for him as before??? Welcome to a story where she fell first, But he fell harder.

Dark Romance | Mature themes | 18+ There was a time when Rudransh Singh Thakur believed in love. A time when power wasn't everything. When silence didn't define him. But that was before betrayal. It made him ruthless now. Now, at thirty-four, Rudransh stood as a man the world feared a minister, whose silence carried more weight than words ever could. Nothing touched him anymore. Nothing except one. His son. Aryaman Singh Thakur Five years old. A child who had learned early that people leave... and promises don't stay. If Rudransh had built walls, Aryaman had learned to live within them. And then, she entered. Not with power. Not with demand. But with silence that matched theirs. Ishani Sharma A woman who had known pain in ways she never spoke of. Who carried her past like a shadow she couldn't outrun. Who held her child as if that alone was reason enough to survive. She didn't belong in his world. And yet, she became a part of it. A marriage not built on love, but on necessity. On power. On a name she never asked to carry. He didn't want her. His son wouldn't accept her. But she stayed. Not loudly. Not forcefully. Just... there. And in the middle of it all... there was Arohi, breathing life into the silence. A child too young to understand pain, yet the only one who carried light into a life built on shadows. And in a house where silence ruled, where love had once been broken and buried. something began to shift. Not all at once. Not enough to be called love. But enough... to change everything. Because behind power, behind silence, behind every unspoken truth lies a story hidden beneath the VEIL OF THRONE (A/n : This book is for mature audiences, contains explicit content. Do read only if you are comfortable.) #1 in Top10 in India (7/8/9/10/11/13/14) of May 2026 #2 in Top10 in India ( 12/15/16/17 ) of May 2026

Azlan Malik was always the second son,the careless one, the disappointment, the man no one in his powerful family ever took seriously. Sana Sheikh was the perfect daughter-in-law sweet, graceful, and soft... even when the house slowly turned into a work place not home for her. Their marriage was never meant to be about love. It was a forced union, full of teasing arguments, quiet care, and a comfort neither of them understood. Somewhere between playful banter and silent sacrifices, their hearts began to change... slowly, unknowingly. But everything shatters the day Azlan is accused of a crime he never committed, forcing him to leave the only home he has ever known. And Sana... chooses what?. From luxury to a small rented house, from comfort to struggle, they begin building a life with nothing but trust, loyalty, and each other. What they don't know is that fate has already written a very different story for them. Because the lazy second son and the sweet girl beside him are about to rise from poverty to power, from strangers to soulmates... and from ordinary lives to something far more dangerous. Unbeknownst to them, their broken beginning is only the first step toward an empire the world will one day fear. Anger issue X understanding Overthinking X overexplainer Funny X Funny Dominating X Dominating Dirty minded X innocent THIS STORY IS WRITEN WITH THE HELP OF AI.STORY LINE IS MINE OWN.PLOTS,TWIST AND ROMANCE.AI IS ONLY USED FOR ENGLISH GRAMMER.

#5th series of Thakur Agastya Thakur A well-known name in politics, Agastya Thakur rose to power at an age when most were still finding their footing. He was a man of few words because for him, actions always spoke louder than speeches. Calm, composed, and unreadable, his silence often carried more weight than others' loudest promises. Despite the authority he commanded, Agastya remained deeply rooted in his values. His greatest strength was his family. He held immense respect for his Baba and Ma, not just loving them, but truly adoring them walking in their footsteps, guided by their principles. Power never distanced him from where he came from; it only made his roots deeper. Chandani Chandani was an innocent soul born into a cruel world. Raised watching her mother and grandmother live in quiet obedience, she grew up believing that women were meant to follow men's words without question. That belief wasn't taught it was lived in front of her every single day. She belonged to a small village so forgotten that most people didn't even know it existed. Her world was limited to the walls of her home; stepping outside was never an option, only a dream. Freedom was a word she had heard, never felt. At the age of eighteen, her father decided it was time to marry her off. Her fate was sealed early, though destiny delayed it for reasons unknown. Chandani was finally married at twenty one but by then, she had already learned that silence was survival. ⚠️book will in hinglish format with translation will mature too

Story 2 of THE WIFE SERIES This book will have some mature seense in future marriage never meant to happen. A husband who refuses to accept it. When a wedding collapses at the mandap, Ishita Khanna is forced to replace her runaway sister and marry Aarav Malhotra-a strict university professor bound by family pride and political pressure. For Aarav, the marriage is a secret, a burden he wants erased from his life. For Ishita, it becomes a silent prison. Living under one roof yet worlds apart, Ishita must hide her identity while Aarav ensures no one ever knows she is his wife. In classrooms, he is her professor. At home, a stranger she is bound to. In a world ruled by control, silence, and unspoken rules, what happens when a forced marriage begins to crack the walls of power, ego, and denial? Because some relationships aren't born out of love- they are survived.

Her eyes fluttered open as thin streaks of sunlight slipped through the curtains and brushed against her face. She shifted instinctively, only to freeze as a sharp ache ran through her body. Slowly, she forced her eyes open wider, her gaze landing on the ceiling above-the steady rotation of a fan blurring in her vision. She stared at it blankly, her head pounding, her thoughts sluggish and tangled. A warm weight rested around her waist. Her breath caught. slowly, almost afraid of what she might find, she turned her head-and froze. A man lay beside her, his arm wrapped securely around her, as though it had been there all night. He was fast asleep, his face calm, unaware. Her eyes widened in shock. And then it hit her. Fragments of the night before crashed into her mind-blurred, incomplete, but enough. Her heart began to pound. She looked down at herself, panic rising like a tide. The blanket was loosely wrapped around her, barely covering her. Realization struck hard. She threw the covers aside and scrambled upright-only to stiffen instantly. She wasn't wearing anything. A sharp breath escaped her lips as she clutched the duvet tightly around herself, wincing at the movement. Her gaze darted wildly around the room. Clothes were scattered everywhere. For a split second, everything stood still. Then- A piercing scream tore through the room. "AHHH!" --- --- --- "I... I'm sorry, Mumma... Dadda... I'm so sorry..." Her voice was barely a whisper, fragile and broken as she sat on the cold floor. The room was silent-too silent-as if the world itself had stepped back. please don't hate me..." she murmured, her grip tightening around the blade Tears slipped down her cheeks. "I'm... s-sorry...". Her hand trembled as she lowered the knife, pressing it against her wrist. Then she dragged the blade across. A sharp gasp escaped her lips as pain bloomed. Blood began to well up,but she didn't stop.