#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 Betrayed by blood. Shaped by pain. Forged in fire. Nishita Raichand, once a vulnerable teenage girl discarded by her own family, returns as a force the world isn't ready for. Thrown out of her home at 13, framed for a sin she didn't commit, and scarred by the death of her mother, Nishita rises from the ashes in the shadows of Italy. Adorned with a hidden crown as the Mafia Queen and a title as the youngest billionaire, she builds an empire that leaves her enemies trembling. But her return to India is more than just a business venture. It's revenge-a meticulously crafted game where every move is deadly. As she faces her tormentors, one by one, her aunt and grandmother, the very architects of her suffering, are about to meet a reckoning unlike any other. In her path stands Siddharth Singh Rathore-a ruthless tycoon, a royal heir, and an enigma with secrets of his own. Their collision isn't just business; it's a battlefield where power, passion, and mystery intertwine. But what happens when two masterminds with shadowy pasts clash? This isn't just a story of revenge. It's the story of destruction. Tropes Mafia X Mafia businessman X businesswoman marriage of revenge age gap brother's bestfriend he fell first she fell harder obsessed MMC Strong female lead Power couple grumpy X grumpiest

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

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

In a world ruled by power, blood, and betrayal, two ruthless empires collide-Italy's Don King, Advik Singh Rathore, and India's Mafia Queen, Risti Rajvanshi. Enemies by nature, bound by destiny, they're forced into a marriage neither of them wants. But beneath the hatred lie secrets, revenge, and deadly intentions. This isn't a love story. It's a war of power, ego, and revenge-where trust is a weapon and "emotions are a weakness."

𝑽𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒌𝒂 𝑿 𝑹𝒊𝒉𝒂𝒏 Vritika - Bold, independent, and fiercely protective "If I can distance myself from him for his happiness, then I can take you away from this world for his happiness." Rihan - Reserved, calculating, and relentless "She changed the course of my life, and now she is my destiny." 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝘀: Mafia X Mafia Arranged X Love Grumpy X Bold Enemies to Lovers Fire X Petrol 𝑲𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒏 𝑿 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 Tanisha - Sweet, caring, yet guarded "If friendship and love are found in one person, then life becomes very beautiful. There's no need to make it beautiful." Kiyan - Grumpy, intense, and fiercely loyal "Never say such a thing again. Even if you don't love me now, I, Kiyan Malhotra, will love you forever." 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝘀: Mafia X Mafia Childhood Love Love Arranged Hate Him X Love Her Grumpy X Sunshine Forced Proximity 𝑱𝒆𝒏𝒏𝒚 𝑿 𝑽𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏 Jenny - Sarcastic, fiery, and fiercely loyal "If you punish me, I will sacrifice not just one day, but my whole life for this punishment because it is my own love that has given me this punishment." Vivan - Cold, calculating, but deeply protective "This gift is the first and last gift of my life, and I have it now." 𝗧𝗿𝗼𝗽𝘀: Love at First Sight but she fall salienty Mafia X Mafia Soulmates Forbidden Love Love Arranged Cold hearted X coder The original publishing date of this story On Wattpad is : 27 September 2024 End : 05 October 2025 Now this story is not available On PocetNovel but available in Stck soon.

"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".

Four years ago, Dhwani moved into Mahir's house with her family, bringing an unexpected warmth into his world. He was just stepping into his first year of college, and she was entering 11th standard. Over twelve unforgettable months under the same roof, innocent hallway encounters turned into quiet late-night conversations, and a young, tender love blossomed. Mahir gave her his whole heart-until the day Dhwani vanished without a single word, leaving behind an empty room and a shattered boy. That sudden abandonment turned Mahir's devotion into a cold, consuming hatred. Years later, fate forces their paths to cross again, but the warmth between them is long dead. Trapped by heavy circumstances, they are coerced into a temporary marriage-**six months, a signed contract, and strict rules.** Now, living under the same roof once more, Mahir is no longer the gentle guy who adored her; he is a bitter man determined to guard his heart and make her feel his pain. And Dhwani carries a silence heavier than the hatred in his eyes. Bound by a piece of paper and separated by years of unanswered questions, can two sworn enemies survive six months together-or will the burning embers of their past consume them both?

Spin off of 'SHATTERED To be His' (Cannot be read as a standalone)

𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔶𝔞𝔯𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔙𝔬𝔴𝔰 || 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 || They said marriage was sacred. They lied. Four vows were made, not out of love, but put of pressure, power, obsession and something very very dangerous. A husband who doesn't remember the night that changed everything. A wife who refuses to belong to him even as fate ties them together. A man who loves like it's breathing and a woman who would rather suffocate than admit she feels the same. A girl who crossed every line just to have him, and a man who knows exactly what it feels like to have no choice left. A rivalry that should've ended in war, but turned into a marriage neither of them can escape. And as you know, secrets don't stay buried here. They watch. They wait. They unravel. Because behind every stolen glance, every whispered promise, every touch that lingers too long, there's a truth no one is ready to face. Some strings are pulling. Someone deep in the dark knows everything. And one by one, they're being dragged into a game they don't understand. A game where love is control. Desire is dangerous. And trust? Trust will be the first thing to die. You think this is a love story? Look closer. It's a trap 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐫𝐝. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬.

She was shattered, her past erased by pain, her voice stolen by trauma. He was a ruler-not just of politics but of the shadows where justice was a debt paid in blood. Ruthless to those who took justice for granted, yet never cruel to the innocent. At an early age, he learned one truth-power commands justice. Without it, you're nothing. That night, their worlds collided. He found her-battered, nameless, drowning in silence. He should've walked away. But something about her... felt familiar. A forgotten memory. A name lost in time. A connection buried beneath scars. She had no past she was willing to share. He had a childhood he never let go of. But fate doesn't ask for permission-it rewrites the story in the most ruthless ways. Some scars don't just heal... they reveal. And when the truth surfaces, will it mend what was lost or destroy them both? A story of pain, justice and an unexpected love that blooms in the darkest places.