❝I've already made up my mind, I want you and only you. No one else... because to me, you're my kind of perfect,❞ In the ruthless world of wealth and power, Adrian Ivanov reigns as a cold-hearted man, devoid of remorse. Love holds no meaning for him, as he indulges in a life of opulence and privilege, yet remains hollow. However, his carefully constructed existence is about to be shattered when an unexpected encounter brings Valentina Russo into his life. Valentina, an Italian girl struggling to make ends meet, crosses paths with Adrian at his exclusive club. Little does she know, this chance meeting will unravel the fabric of her entire existence. Will Valentina possess the strength to weather the storm that threatens to consume her? As their lives intertwine, a profound question lingers: Can Valentina be the one to thaw the ice in Adrian's heart and fill the void that has haunted him for so long? Witness a tale of passion, transformation, and the tumultuous journey two souls must undertake in search of redemption and unyielding love. https://www.patreon.com/c/arihartwattpad

Book #1 from RECKLESS HEARTS SERIES ִ ࣪𖤐 ────୨ৎ──── 𝐀𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧 and 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 were childhood enemies who couldn't stand each other-until one day, they couldn't resist each other. Just as their bickering turned into love, a heartbreaking misunderstanding tore them apart, and Ayra left India, leaving Ashar behind. Years later, Ayra is back, as an adult successful woman. When 𝐐𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐤-a perfect gentleman who sweeps her off her feet, enters her life. When she began to grow closer to him, Ashar returns, determined to win her back. Caught between her past and present, Ayra must decide, can she trust Ashar again, or will Qais be her future? But when hidden truths are revealed, Ayra learns that not everything is as it seems. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬' 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 is a game of love and rivalry, where past wounds run deep, and only one heart can win.

🌙✨ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 '𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪' ✨🌙 "𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒉𝒂-𝒆-𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒" 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆..... 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐. 🥀 𝗭𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗸 🥀 He was a man who never believed in distractions until she walked in and the world blurred around her presence. He knew he had no right to want her, yet his heart kept whispering her name in every silent prayer. 🥀 𝗔𝘆𝗲𝗱𝗮 𝗞𝗵𝗮𝗻 🥀 She had dreams, boundaries, and a life set on a different path. But sometimes, love doesn't ask for permission, it just quietly becomes the only thing that feels right. Some love stories are soft, some are stormy-but this one? It's a surrender 𝑼𝒏𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂. 𝑶𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒊... 𝑴𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂. ~𝒁𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌

#TOP 1 in India (18/10/24) #TOP 7 in India (25/11/24) #TOP 2 in India (27/11/24) #TOP 2 in India (14/12/24) #TOP 4 in India (17/02/25) #TOP 2 in India (17/02/25) #TOP 3 in India (31/03/25) #TOP 1 in India (31/03/25) #TOP 4 in India (17/11/25) #TOP 2 in India (26/01/26) #TOP 3 in India (20/03/26) #TOP 5 in India (21/03/26) #TOP 2 in India (08/05/26) When their unrequited love turned into requited, everything - even the world around them - seemed to fade away. There was only one thing left: them, bound by true and unconditional love. The only way to heal from unrequited love is to give it to someone who knows how to "appreciate" it. She, in the midst of unrequited love, says: "I understand your story, I know your pain, I wanted to be with you in every rain. I wanted to hold you close and whisper, it's going to be alright. But I don't know... will that day ever come?" When it becomes requited, he says: "You understand my story, You know my pain, You wanted to be with me in every rain8. You wanted to hold me close and whisper, it's going to be alright. And look - it all happens today." Discover the universe of Unrequited To Requited love..... Started: 13th July 2024 End:

She is my wife but mysterious is silent. She was someone I used to know in childhood when suddenly she and her family disappeared in thin air. I saw her after years in a club without a hijab on her head. It was the first time I saw her hair. Those black shiny hair that was open and smell like the fucking jasmine. I never knew it. After marrying her, I had to untangle every thread from her life. Her life is a bundle of tangled threads that need patience to be untangled. She becomes a mute, I accept it. She doesn't remember me; I accept it too. But she doesn't remember her name or her parents I can't accept that. Palki Rajput is not a simple woman I got to know after marrying her. She is a mess. My beautiful mess, for her, I can do anything, means anything to keep her to myself, safe and happy. I will burn everyone for her; I can burn even myself if she wants. This much I am obsessed with her. I will get on my knees if she says I look good when I am on my knees for her.

"I am sorry... for denying the honeymoon suddenly. And thank you... for defending me downstairs." I inhaled deeply. Stood up. Faced him. There was confidence in my posture-not arrogance, not bitterness. Just certainty. His aura still intimidated me, of course. Par uss aura ka laur-rehne deti hu. I spoke calmly. "Rakshas-" I corrected myself immediately, "-mera matlab, Ranawat Sahab... yo maine tere khatar na kiya. Apne khatar kiya se." {-I mean, Mr. Ranawat... I didn't do this for you. I did it for myself.} He folded his arms, studying me carefully. "Woh kyukar, vakeel sahiba?" he asked. {How? Advocate madam.} I met his gaze without flinching. "Ji? Ib main kise paraye mard gail honeymoon pe thodi na ja saku hun."

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐢𝐭? Two girls, obsessed with Paris, dreaming of studying hard and building their futures... But destiny had other plans, baby. Two French guys, supposedly single and unattainable, somehow collide with them. And just like that... Ishq à Paris happens.

"𝐀 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 " This was never a love story It was an obsession... . . . . . . . . happy reading 💕

She came from California to attend her stepsister's wedding. She expected celebration. Laughter. A fleeting visit before returning to the life she had so carefully constructed-far removed from this world. She never expected to become the bride instead. When the real bride disappears without a trace, Zartasha is compelled to take her place- bound into a marriage she never consented to, tethered to a man she has never known. A stranger. Or perhaps... something far more perilous. Because the man awaiting her at the altar does not belong to the light she understands. His world is forged in power, veiled in silence, and steeped in shadows far deeper than they appear. A world where words are calculated, truths are buried beneath layers of deception, and loyalty is not given-it is tested, relentlessly. And now- she belongs to it. Entrapped in a marriage never meant for her, surrounded by faces she cannot decipher, and drawn toward a man whose presence feels less like solace... and more like an impending storm. But the most dangerous part isn't the marriage. It isn't the secrets. It isn't even him. It is the quiet betrayal of her own heart- the way it begins to gravitate toward the very darkness she should be fleeing from. Because once she steps into his world... There is no return.