𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 - 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐈 Aahi Suryavanshi & Rayan Singhania She was born to heal the world, yet crowned to rule it. He was born to rule the world, yet chained to deny love. Aahi Suryavanshi-the reluctant heiress turned unseen Mafia Queen, hiding behind the enigmatic name Dr. T. Rayan Singhania-the ruthless king of the Russian Realm, cloaked as nothing more than a cold businessman. Bound by fate, betrayed by choices, their worlds collided when she became the bride he never wanted... and the obsession he could never escape. She guards a secret that could shatter empires; he hides a power that could set them ablaze. Together, they are fire and shadow, love and war-dangerously unstoppable, fatally inseparable. To know about them follow me and read their story

Running from hell isnʼt easy. Especially when someoneʼs dragging you back down into it. Belligerent, brash and always in shades of black, Freya is hardly a lady. Hidden away by her father, sheʼs lived a normal life despite being born into the dark waters of New Yorkʼs underworld. Heʼs cold, cruel and calculating, with a proclivity for destruction. Feared by even Made Men, Torren is the boss of the stateʼs most leachorous crime syndicate. Freya hates his crudity and possessiveness, but she canʼt deny the way her breath hitches at his rough touch, the deep timbre of his voice, and his dark, heated gaze. Torren hates her disobedience, her recklessness, and her chaos. To him, sheʼs only something to be tamed. And after he slips a ring on her hand, snatching away her future, she makes only one vow---to become his biggest torment.

𝑨 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎-𝒄𝒐𝒎 𝒐𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 ˖𓍯 ──★ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔. 𝘙𝘪𝘷𝘢𝘭𝘴. 𝘌𝘯𝘦𝘮𝘪𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘸𝘰 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘹𝘪𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘰𝘳. 𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘺... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ✦ ‧₊˚ ⋅ 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘴- 𝑖𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑑𝑖𝑠𝑐𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑡ℎ... 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑐ℎ𝑜𝑜𝑠𝑒 𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟? 𝑑𝑜𝑒𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑛𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑚𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑚𝑢𝑐ℎ? 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑟𝑝𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑎𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑑? 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘...

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. 𝐇𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭. She hides behind sharp boots and brighter dresses, yellow loud enough to drown out the cracks in her heart. It almost works. Until the man her papa crossed decides to collect what he's owed. He doesn't ask. He takes. Tattooed hands. A ruler of empires built on blood. He closes the distance. She tries to keep it. But he's always liked the chase.

Ariyana did not come to Italy looking for love. She came with a suitcase full of borrowed dreams, a scholarship that wasn't enough, and a father who was slowly dying. Survival does not ask what is right or wrong - it only asks what you are willing to do. So she made a deal. One decision. One signature. One powerful man. And one mistake that would change her life forever. The Malikov family does not belong to the world Ariyana knows. They belong to a world where power is inherited, loyalty is enforced, and betrayal is paid for in blood. A world where the most dangerous men don't raise their voices - they just make decisions. That is how she hears the name Vincenzo Malikov. The quiet son. The forgotten heir. The man who stands in the shadows while his brother rules the empire with cruelty and fear. She was never supposed to matter to a man like him. And he was never supposed to fall because of a woman like her. But power is a fragile thing. And when families go to war, they don't destroy their enemies. They destroy their own. Ehsaas: The First Fall is a dark romance about power, survival, betrayal, and the moment a man realizes he has nothing left to lose - and nothing left to be. Some falls feel like freedom. Others feel like the end of everything.

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 - 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 -

They had been in an arranged marriage for more than a year. For her, it was nothing more than a convenience, and for him, it was completely loveless. Everything was going as usual-two lives under the same roof, but staying in different rooms. He went on long business trips and buried himself in work just to avoid being near her. He kept telling himself that he hated her, and he forced his mind to believe it. But then, something changed. He tried to keep up the act, but his heart was no longer listening to him. It didn't belong to him anymore; it belonged to her. He wanted to stay cold, but his own heart refused to obey his commands. No matter how much he claimed to hate her, his heart finally fought back, refusing to hate the one person it was meant to love. Finally, he found himself falling for his wife all over again. But what about her? Will she finally accept the man who waited for her for more than a decade? The man who has only ever loved her, whose very existence finds its purpose in her, and whose heart beats with only one rhythm which reminds him everytime - SIRF TUM❤️ Sirf Tum. Only Her. _._._._._._._._._._._._._._._._ | Dreamy • Devoted • Enternal | Welcome to my book, Sirf Tum: Only Her ★★★

I came to Blackthorne University to escape my past. Instead, I found Ryan Carter waiting for me in the shadows. My first love. My first heartbreak. The boy who once built me treehouses and kissed my nose when thunderstorms made me cry. Now he looks at me like he wants to ruin me. Blackthorne is beautiful in the same way poisoned flowers are beautiful - all dark hallways, secret societies, blood-soaked deals, and people smiling with knives hidden behind their backs. Everyone here wants something from me. Everyone except Ryan. He wants me. My body. My loyalty. My fear. My heart. And the worst part? I think he already owns all of them. He tells me to stay away while breaking into my room at night. He touches me like sin and devotion tangled together. One moment he's stealing my breath with filthy promises, and the next he's buying me first-class tickets home while he starves himself in silence. The world calls him dangerous. Broken. Violent. But they never knew the boy who used to guard my sleep through thunderstorms. And no matter how much blood stains his hands now... a part of me still searches for that boy every time he looks at me. Because Ryan Carter was my first everything. And somewhere between the lies, the obsession, the cartel wars, and the bodies buried beneath Blackthorne... He became the only thing capable of destroying me completely. Or saving me.

Can you damage someone beyond repair? Luca plays his role as the loyal underboss. Violent, lethal, flawless. The lapdog, the starboy. On the surface, he maintains his facade of smirks and casual charm, but beneath the mask, thereʼs a profound darkness, a relentless memory of the girl who shattered his heart years ago. Soft, innocent, naive---sheʼs the last thing he needs... yet the only thing heʼs ever wanted. When trouble drags Wren back to New Yorkʼs underworld, she has no choice but to face the past she never outran. She never stopped yearning for the boy who lit up her world seven years ago, the only person who ever made her feel truly alive. Fate throws them back into the same orbit, but can they survive the wreck of their past?

Aarini Razia Khan was born in a place society pretends does not exist. Arhaan Dev Rathore was born into a world that decides which places should not exist. She is a lawyer fighting for the rights of women the country refuses to see. He is the Prime Minister's son, protecting the image of a country that refuses to change. She is called illegitimate because of where she was born. He is called legitimate because of whose name he carries. They meet in courtrooms, in conferences, in battles that start with law and end with ego. They are not supposed to like each other. They are not supposed to understand each other. And they are definitely not supposed to fall in love. Because some love stories are not written in poetry. Some are written in legal notices, political scandals, and whispered threats behind closed doors. And this is one of them.