𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐕 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀 × 𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐜𝐞𝐨 × 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝕮𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊..... ══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══ Riya... Just riya. No surname... She left that behind for good. For the past three years, she had been his personal assistant. Efficient, smart, and unfailingly reliable. From not even knowing how to work a coffee machine to anticipating what Aarav wanted before he even asked, she had grown so much. To most people, she seemed simply reserved, maybe even distant. But there was a heaviness in her eyes, an unspoken story she carried in silence, waiting for the moment it could no longer stay hidden. --- Aarav Malhotra... a man people didn't argue with. CEO and director of his father's legacy, he ran his office like a battlefield. Mistakes weren't forgiven. Mediocrity wasn't tolerated. He was sharp, cold, and precise, a presence that demanded attention. Yet behind the suit and the stern expressions, there was another side to him. Around family, his walls came down. The sharp edges softened. He became gentle and caring. To most, he was unapproachable. But to the few he allowed close, he was everything he seemed not to be. --- What happens when aarav asks Riya's hand in marriage for convenience? Would their story only be limited to convenience? Or will the two lives bloom into something beautiful? --- Age gap (6 years) Arranged marriage Trauma healing Slow burn --- #2 in india (29.04.2026 and more)

"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

"Panna ki tamanna hai ki heera mujhe mil jaaye, Chahe meri jaan jaaye, chahe mera dil jaaye." ✧ Sara Kulkarni (16) ✧ She never searched for love. But fate led her to him and turned a stranger into the home her heart had always longed for. ✧ Saransh Oberoi (16) ✧ He had buried every hope of love long ago. Then she smile and suddenly, forever didn't seem impossible anymore ©️ All right reserved

Naina. The one who thinks, saying to leave him alone, and I will do that. I will never leave him. I am his Pareshani. He walks away, and I follow. He glares, and I grin. He builds walls, and I put a bomb on them, blasting those walls off. He tries to leave. I run in front of his car. Par pata hai, life mein maza tabhi he aata hai, jab life me koi parishani ho No matter where you go, gunda. I will be there. Ajay. She is a pain in my head. A headache, a nuisance. Trouble, god knows for what sin he is punishing me with her. She teases me like I am her damn puppet. Annoying. Stupid, and a big fucking Pareshani. She calls me Gunda. I don't want her, does she understand that? No, she laughs- a stupid grin on her face. She makes me want to just... Zindagi mein parishani hi parishani hai, mujhe ek aur parishani ki zaroorat nahi hai. Join Naina in her chase to get her Gunda. Why should the Guy always chase, and join A girl in her chase to get the man she loves? The Gunda Chronicles. First book.

What happens when a college boy accidentally gets married... and has no place to keep his wife except his BOYS HOSTEL ROOM? Secret marriage ✔ Boys hostel ✔ Crazy friends ✔ Endless comedy ✔ Unexpected romance ✔ Rules break honge. Secrets chhupenge. Love grow karega,slowly, secretly. This is not just a love story, it's a rollercoaster of laughter, friendship, chaos & emotions 💕 Read to know how long a wife can stay hidden in a boys hostel and what happens when love starts getting real.

#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

At the age of twenty, Jhanak Patel is called out in the middle of her college class and taken straight to the courthouse, where she is married to Sharad Sherawat. She is told that one day his family will return with a grand wedding procession to take her home as his wife. She waits... for days, then months, and eventually four long years. But no wedding procession ever arrives. Sharad never comes for her. Done with waiting, Jhanak decides to go to Sharad's city herself... only to come face to face with the man who never came to claim his wife.

Book 1 of " The Royal Series " A marriage alliance, which happened to establish peace between two rival families. A marriage she was forced into with the man she feared. A marriage, which was a nightmare for her. A marriage that changed her forever... But the question is... was everything really as simple as it seemed? Afterall everyone wears a mask to hide their deepest secrets. Lets dive into the story to know, What will happen when 21-year-old Avantika Singh Chauhan gets married to 28-year-old Avyant Singh Rajawat? (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠) "You want me to touch you?" he asked. His voice had dropped to a pitch so hot and heavy it made me feel a sensation I had never experienced before. I nodded, but he only raised an eyebrow. "Words. Answer me with words." "Ye... yes," I breathed, my lungs desperate for air. "Where?" he asked, leaning closer until his lips brushed the sensitive skin behind my ears "Everywhere." The word slipped past my lips before my mind could even try to filter it. His lips moving on my skin making me feel something I couldn't name. "What should I use, Princess? My hands, or my mouth?" he murmured, " To touch you everywhere " he wishpered his lips pressing softly against my earlobe. I closed my eyes, swallowing hard. The answer felt like a sin, but in this moment, did I care? Not at all. "Both." [ The book has violence, bloodshed and mature scenes. Proceed only if you are comfortable]

𝗔𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝘅 𝗗𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 "kyun kar rahe hain aap aisa ? Mera haath chhod dijiye, please!" she cried, her voice trembling as tears streamed uncontrollably down her cheeks. "Just shut your mouth and marry me," he growled without even glancing at her, his voice cold and final. Her body shivered at his tone. "M..mujhe dard ho raha hai," she whispered through sobs, the pain in her voice halting him for a moment. He turned to look at her-just for a second. Then, without a word, he lifted her into his arms. Startled, she instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck. "Tumhari behen ki galti ki saza tum bhugtogii." His voice was low, bitter. And then he carried her straight to the pavilion. --- He never wanted love. He just needed a wife to fulfill a compulsion-a condition he couldn't ignore. But when his would-be bride ran away, he dragged her elder sister, Devika, into his storm. Devika, an abandoned bride herself, already struggling with her failing health, had no strength left to resist. She had stopped dreaming long ago. But fate had other plans. Read the story of two broken hearts-Ansh, driven by rage and responsibility, and Devika, drowning in silence and sorrow. Will their unwilling bond destroy them further? Or will they become the light that chases away each other's darkness?

❝ 𝑶𝒅𝒉 𝒌𝒆 𝑫𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝑹𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝑴𝒆𝒊𝒏 ⁠♡ 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒉𝒂 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒂⁠ ♡ 𝑫𝒖𝒏𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒁𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂, 𝑱𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕𝒂 𝑭𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑱𝒆𝒆𝒏𝒆 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝑲𝒂 𝑾𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝑺𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒂 ❞ A story where a bag exchange becomes the beginning of a love neither of them was ready for. ✧࣪˖ 𓂃 ❀ · · · 🦋 · · · ❀ 𓂃 ࣪˖ ✧ 𝓢𝓱𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓷𝓼𝓱 𝔁 𝓡𝓪𝓭𝓱𝓲𝓴𝓪 🌷 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "No, This one's mine." She said clearly I know I put my bag here and it's in the same position as it was....what the hell, he is weird like he has his bag in his hand and he is just messing around.... what did he think... I have no time for this bullshit... Her mind was telling her ... just ignore him and walk "I just thought..." he added "𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒏𝒐 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒍𝒍𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕." ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ Her heart felt unbearably small beneath the weight of her own prayer. "Mujhe ab sirf sukoon chahiye..." A tear slid down her cheek. "𝑴𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒌𝒔𝒉 𝒅𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒋𝒊𝒚𝒆..." He looked at her blank shock...And for reasons even he didn't fully understand...He smiled Naturally. "𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐, 𝒇𝒖𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." he said looking at her ━━━━━━━