𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐧 - 𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭, 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝, 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐥𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐀 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐭 - 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐦. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬... 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐧𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐭.

He never forgot her name. Not once. Not in nine years. Not through the blood and the power and the silence. Not ever. Viransh Singhania is the kind of man who doesn't love halfway. Who doesn't want halfway. Who looked at a girl once really looked - and decided, quietly, irreversibly, that there would never be anyone else. And there wasn't. Nine years. An ocean between them. An empire built with bloodied hands and an aching heart. And through all of it - her. Always her. Like a religion he never chose but could never abandon. Like a wound that never healed because somewhere, deep down, he never wanted it to. She is his ruin. His salvation. The only thing in a world full of power that ever made him feel powerless. And he would do it all again - every sin, every scar, every sleepless night - just to end up exactly here. ─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── A desi dark romance. 18+ for mature themes, age gap, and adult content.

"Main jaldi gussa ho jati hoon." Her voice was soft as she spoke without looking at him. "Main mana lunga" His voice was calm with a small smile. "Main bahut nakhre karti hoon". She said raising her chin with a challenge in her tone. He leaned closer his tone gentle. "Main aapke nakhre bhi utha lunga"...He said it not like a promise, but a vow. She glanced at him just for a second before looking away again. "Overthink karne ki...bahut buri aadat hai mujhe." His voice dropped a little as he whispered in her ear. "Toh main over explain karne ki achi aadat bana lunga". Silence stretched between them. Yashasvi turned to face him, mock anger visible in her eyes. " Main tumhari pitaai kar dungi" He laughed softly, his eyes twinkled. "Kar do na....issi bahane haath to lagaogi" He winked playfully, and for a fleeting second her lips curved despite herself. But then her voice dropped. "Main baat baat pe rone lag jati hoon" . She said looking down, her voice barely above a whisper. He paused for a moment. "Toh hum dono sath me ro lenge". There was something raw in the way he said it. She blinked fast, fighting the lump in her throat. " Main aapse kabhi pyaar nahi karungi". Her voice firm but trembling. Advik stepped closer and wrapped his arms around her waist looking straight in her eyes. "Aap bas saans lijiye madam jii....aapse pyaar hum kar lenge".

"You sure about that, Miss Vani?" Mr. Li's voice was steady and authoritative as he fixed a penetrating gaze on her. The air between them was charged with a mix of anticipation and uncertainty. "Because after this, we'll be entering an arrangement that could fundamentally change our relationship." Vani felt a flutter of excitement in her chest. "Of course, Mr. Li, I'm ready. But please, make it quick. I have to leave for my shoot soon." She remained blissfully unaware that in just a few moments, her life was about to take an unexpected turn. "As you wish," he replied, his tone now smoother as he picked up the pen and signed the papers with a swift, decisive motion. He then signaled to his secretary, who immediately set to work arranging a tray adorned with a selection of elegant rings. Holding up one of the rings, Vani's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "This one?" she asked, admiring the delicate craftsmanship. With a gentle yet firm touch, Mr. Li took her hand, his fingers deftly sliding the ring onto her finger. A soft gasp escaped her lips as she looked up at him, her expression filled with questions. After placing the ring on her, Mr. Li leaned closer, his breath warm against her ear, and whispered in Chinese, "Gōngxǐ wǒmen jiéhūnle." [Congratulations, now we are married.] "Huh?" Vani's brow furrowed in confusion, the foreign words slipping past her comprehension. .... Indian Actress X Chinese Businessman...... trope: Forbidden love 💕

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᴛᴡᴏ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴇʙ ᴏꜰ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄꜱ: 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥: 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙍𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 I thought I lost you, until I realized you've carved yourself into my soul. She was always meant to be mine. Our future was decided. But we'd forgotten the fact that future is UNCERTAIN. 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐚: 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 Your eyes lied. Drowning me into darkness, digging a black hole right in the middle of my heart. He was my everything, until he made me realize not everything lasts FOREVER. The story of childhood sweethearts who were separated by lies but has anyone been able to change the fate?Join the journey of Akshat and Jhanvi to know, will the detached hearts once again meet or break into pieces? ✿✿✿✿ "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞."

"I am not a saint. I am a sin who will devour you, worship every inch of you until you forget where pain ends and pleasure begin." Her jaw clenched. A humorless chuckle escaped her lips. "I am your biggest mistake, Mr. Yugarth Singh Rathore." His laugh was a shard of glass in the darkness. He leaned in, a promise of violence in his eyes. "Careful. My mistakes don't get second chances. They get buried." Her jaw tightened, a last, futile show of strength. "Don't try to touch me. Stay away." His smirk was a wolf's, baring teeth. "You're saying this when I am already burning deep inside you, jaan? "Your body is my sanctuary," he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through her veins, dark as the abyss they danced on the edge of. "The only thing I ever worship is you. I am devoted to every inch of you." "I don't worship gods," he murmured. "I worship the ruin I chose... and that ruin is you."

𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗺𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗶𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸: 𝗔𝗻𝘃𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗣𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 She was the girl no one chose. The unwanted daughter. The forgotten child. The one who grew up watching love being given to everyone except her. No warm hugs from her mother. No protective hand from her father. No place where she truly belonged. Years of neglect taught her how to stay silent, how to hide her tears behind a smile, and how to survive in a house that never felt like home. He was everything she wasn't. Powerful. Feared. Untouchable. A ruthless businessman by day and a dangerous mafia king by night. A man whose name carried authority, whose enemies feared his wrath, and whose heart had long ago stopped believing in love. To him, emotions were weaknesses. Love was an illusion. And trust was the most dangerous mistake a person could make. On the day of his wedding, her sister ran away. To protect their reputation, her family made a heartless decision They pushed her into the bridal seat instead. One carried the scars of a loveless childhood. The other hid wounds that no one could see. But sometimes, the darkest stories create the brightest beginnings. When two broken souls collide, walls begin to crack, secrets begin to surface, and hearts that once swore never to love start beating for someone they never expected. Will she finally find the love she spent her entire life searching for? Or will the darkness surrounding him destroy them both before they get the chance? ✨ A story of pain, healing, trust, betrayal, family, sacrifice, and a love powerful enough to change even the coldest heart. ✨ ⚠️ Disclaimer © All Rights Reserved This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, organizations, locations, and incidents portrayed in this book are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or deceased, businesses, events,

Viraj Singh Rathore , a man feared by the world , he can silence many by just a glare . India's youngest yet biggest biggest millionare and a mafia king in night. He is the hukum sa of Rajasthan and is rude, cold, ruthless, arrogant and self-obsessed. His striking ocean blue orbs and muscular body with 6 pack abs are the reason women throw themselves at him but he does not even spare them a glance . On the other side, Adhira Roy, a woman with beauty and brain , whose innocent eyes and sweet smile can make anyone's day. Being the youngest child of the Roy's she is pampered and even spoilt a little. She is a fashion designer and is a self made billionaire. Even after achieving this much she is kind, sweet and has a soft gentle nature with everyone. What happens when the cold ice meets a soft ray of sunshine ?? What happens when they collide ?? Will the beasts heart soften or Adhira can never break the high walls Viraj has created around his heart???

📚 Silk and Smoke Where silk whispers and smoke lingers, their love story begins. She's couture and command. He's chaos in quiet. Together - they could rewrite fate... or set it on fire. Ivikaa Ambani - the heiress who stitched Paris into her bones and stitched shut her heart. "Silk drips from her touch, fire hums beneath her ribs - Ivikaa, the princess of Paris by design." Adwait Agnivanshi - a man molded by Mumbai's alleys and armed with silence sharper than any scream. "Smoke doesn't scream - it smothers. Adwait, born from Mumbai's cracks, raised in its shadows." Between the bruises of power and the hush of devotion, their story unfolds - slow, aching, inevitable. Because when silk meets smoke... something always catches fire. Tropes : Billionaire X Billionaire Rich X Royal Paris X Mumbai Eldest Daughter X Youngest Son Fashion Designer X 10th Fail Spotlight X Shadows Ambani X Agnivanshi Silk X Smoke No cheating Trope!

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅɪꜱᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏꜱᴜʀᴇ. ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱꜱ. ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ . ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ. ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ᴜɴʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ, ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ, ᴀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴍ ɪᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇɴɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ. ʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ. ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ; ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟɪɢɴ,ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛɪʀꜱ. ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀꜱʏ-ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ.ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟɪꜱɪᴏɴ-ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ, ʟᴏɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ .