Second book of 'House of Seasons' series Can be read as standalone He feared love. She believed in it. RANVEER MEHRA was a man the world feared. India's most powerful businessman. The underworld's infamous Weapon King. Cold enough to silence a room with a single glance. Broken enough to believe love was nothing but a weakness. SHREEDHA RAJVANSH was everything he wasn't. Soft-hearted. Book-loving. Quietly carrying years of insecurities behind a gentle smile. She never imagined that one unexpected moment would make her the replacement bride of the most dangerous man in India. A marriage neither of them wanted. A house filled with secrets, grief, and unspoken wounds. He promised never to love her. She never asked him to. But sometimes... the softest hearts heal the deepest scars. And sometimes... even a flower blooms in the middle of a storm. When darkness becomes home... can love still find its way? Can an innocent girl survive the darkness surrounding the Weapon King? Can a man who has only known war learn the language of love? Or will fate once again prove that some flowers are never meant to bloom? Crocus in the House of Rain is a heart-wrenching tale of love born from duty, healing born from heartbreak, and two souls who discover that even after the fiercest storms... the most beautiful flowers still find a way to bloom.

#MAFIA_SERIES 🔥 Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. __________________

#Top 6 in India (19/04, 22/08/26) #Top 7 in India (23/08/26) 𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐡 𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐨𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐤𝐫𝐚 𝐝𝐮 ~𝐈𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ ➺ 𝐈𝐳𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐧 x 𝐍𝐨𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐢 Dark Romance | 18+ Izhaan Khan, a cold eyed business tycoon and single father, who has sworn never to let another woman close again. After his wife abandoned him the day she gave birth to their daughter and ran away with her lover, his world hardened into steel-silent, ruthless, unbreakable. His only weakness is his 6 month old baby girl, Ayla... and he'll burn the world before letting anyone hurt her. Noorain Siddiqui, once believed love was enough. She married the man she fall in love at first sight, the one to whome she trusted more than anyone else and married him against all the odds, her high profile status, and family disagreement. Only to be abused, used and discarded - called a burden by the very person who vowed to protect her. Her life shattered when she her baby the day she was born. Broken but breathing, Noorain escapes the marriage with her brother's help, determined to rebuild herself from the ashes. What happens when fate ties Izhaan and Noorain together? What happens when protection turns into longing and two people who never swore to love again starts falling for the second time again? But some ghosts don't stay burried. When secrets from thier past claw thier way back to their present. Now, Izhaan and Noorain must decide: Do they let fear and scars from their past, destroy their second chance at love - or do they fight for it, no matter the cost?

Butterfly banogi , jaan? 🦋 " ye murli aapki hui ...Radhe or ye shivay bhi..." " 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐣𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐟 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐞 𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧? 𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐘𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞? " ☾ Ishq ek aisa toofa hai, jo dard saath mein lata hai...I won't be able to give him anything but pain... ⋆༺𓆩🖤𓆪༻⋆ ☾ Aapki rooh se ishq kar baithe hain hum... Ab khud ki rooh ka janaza bhi uth jaye...To bhi koi ghum nahi... . . When love becomes TAPASYA , somewhere destruction starts She was all alone , she was cursed to stay alone . when she thought she had found her love , he betrayed her . and when the one to love her came destiny betrayed her " I am all yours , yours to love and yours to destroy '' he gave her everything but her traumas still overpowered her and the fear of losing him became reality

In the brutal 15th century, where empires rose and fell on blood-soaked sands, an enmity demanded a merciless price. Agnijeet, the ruthless Rana of Mewar. He was carved from iron, reeking of war, and driven by a thirst of enimy's blood. He takes what he wants and crushes what stands in his way. Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, as blood rained over sword and shield, his lethal trajectory collided with a sudden web of cunning deceit and a captivating pair of green eyes. When the dust of that violent siege settles, he claims a war bride. She is dragged into his world of grand palaces and lethal shadows. With striking green eyes and a mind steeped in subtle deception, she is far more than a helpless captive. She carries dark secrets that could burn Mewar to ash, playing a dangerous game of power, hunger, and forbidden temptations beneath her veils. "Shohar? Kis baat ke shohar? Kis haq ki begum?" Dilshana's voice rang clear and fierce. "Hum is zabardasti ke rishte ko, is shadi ko sire se kharij karte hain! Na yeh magroor sipahsalar humare shohar hain, aur na hum inki begam! Jahan rishte zor-zabardasti aur lahu ki pyas par bandhe jayein, wahan sirf nafrat paida hoti hai. Hum is Iblis ko apna shohar kabhi nahi maanenge!" (Husband? Husband by what right? Wife by what right? I reject this forced relationship, this marriage completely! Neither is this arrogant commander my husband, nor am I his wife! Where relationships are tied by force and bloodlust, only hatred is born. I will never accept this devil as my husband!) Their marriage is a battlefield of powerplays and dark desire. As the lines between cold hatred and searing passion begin to blur in the quiet hours of the night, a far more dangerous question emerges. In a world built on deceit, betrayal, and relentless bloodshed, can two sworn enemies ever find true love, or will they simply destroy each other in the fire of their own vows?

In the mist-covered hills of Ooty, buried secrets refuse to stay hidden. When forgotten pasts begin connecting their dots, Unnati Sharma finds herself entangled with the dangerously unreadable Vedansh Kumar Verma, A man whose obsession was never ordinary. she never understood what kind of past connected her to the powerful businessman-turned-politician Vedansh Kumar Verma, nor why every hidden truth somehow led back to him. But before she could uncover the answers, he had already dragged her forcefully into his life, possessive, unreadable, and terrifyingly devoted. His obsession for her was lethal, the kind that blurred the line between protection and possession. "Feral yearning," he had once told her quietly, And perhaps, what frightened Unnati the most was realizing that whatever existed between them had never truly begun from tge day they met.. it was decided from decades...maybe long ago when they hadn't even born... Past connected to her present.. the Past that haunts her the most ..

𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐬 "𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓." #𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 2 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Two souls, shaped by their pasts, are destined to collide. This is the story of Abhiyansh Raghuvanshi and Shyra, a man of few words, hardened by life, and a woman who radiates warmth like the sun. But fate isn't just about sweet encounters; it's a game of twists and turns. Will their journey lead to love... or destruction? ~ Tropes that you'll love~ Grumpy x Sunshine She fell first and harder Touch her/him, you die Betrayal Second chance Desi romance Mafia King x Criminal Lawyer Office romance Get ready for a storm of emotions, passion, and unbreakable ties. 💫

𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒐𝒇 " 𝗘𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 " "𝙄'𝙢 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙎𝙝𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙, 𝘾𝙖𝙧𝙖. 𝙄'𝙢 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙪𝙘𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙨 𝙙𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙨." 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨 𝐗 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚

So yes-another royal novel on Wattpad. But not that kind. The male lead is a king, but there's no mafia nonsense here. He's not going to shoot every man who looks at his wife. He understands that a woman can have male friends, that a handshake isn't a threat, and that not every man who speaks to the female lead is evil. Mostly because he knows something very important. She doesn't need saving. She is more than capable of breaking bones if someone touches her inappropriately, poking eyes if someone looks at her the wrong way, and knocking out teeth if someone dares to disrespect her. The female lead is not your typical Sati-Savitri, Sarvagun-Sampann heroine. Okay-she is. But she's also a bad bitch. A modern woman with ambition, power, and dreams bigger than palaces. The characters in this story are kaleshi, not toxic. And yes-there is a difference. There may not be clear villains here. And even if there are, remember this: Every villain is a victim of something too. This is a story of royalty without glorifying control. Power without erasing softness. An arranged marriage that turns into love-slowly, painfully, beautifully. Desi. Royal. Emotional. And unapologetically different. --- 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘 | ʀᴏyᴀʟ ᴋɪɴɢ x ʀᴏyᴀʟ ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ | ᴄᴇᴏ/ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴜᴅᴀɪᴩᴜʀ x ᴄᴇᴏ/ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴀɪᴩᴜʀ/ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴩᴀᴅ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ | ᴋᴀʟᴇꜱʜɪ ᴍʟ x ꜱᴀꜱꜱy ꜰʟ | ᴄᴀʟᴍ x ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ | ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ x ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ | ʀɪᴠᴀʟ'ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ x ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ | ᴅᴇꜱɪ x ᴅᴇꜱi | ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜰᴀʟʟ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇꜱᴛ | ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ | ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ | ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ | ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ #3 on

Adirath Singh Rathore × Sanskriti Sharma Healed Hearts Series: Book 2 Can Be read as Standalone Adirath Singh Rathore, the Hukum of Rajasthan. A king feared by men and obeyed by institutions, Adirath lives by unbreakable rules forged by witnessing cruelty within his own family. He despises lies, refuses emotional dependence, and believes love is a weakness capable of destroying order. Sanskriti Sharma, a girl blamed for her mother's death, starved of affection, denied safety, and surrounded by men who either ignored her suffering or exploited it - learns early that survival means becoming invisible. Her only protectors are her brother, Rohan, and her nani. And when her nani dies, the last shield disappears. Their worlds collide through fate and force. The first time he sees her, something primal awakens inside him - an instinct to claim, to protect, to make her his own. He forces her into marriage. It is a story about power being undone by gentleness - and a woman learning that love does not have to be earned through suffering. #TOP 1 in obsessionatfirstsight (13/05/26) #TOP1 in India (13/05/26) #TOP4 in desivibes (20/07/26) #TOP5 in 18plus (20/07/26) #TOP1 in innocentfml (12/08/26) #TOP3 in lion (15/08/26)