BOOK THREE OF DARK SERIES "Ishq aur junoon mein fark hai, Riddhi ji. Ishq mein deewangi ki hadein paar hoti hain aur junoon mein paagalpan ki. Maine inn dono ki saari hadein paar ki hai aapke liye". He wanted her She wanted revenge He trusted her blindly She sent him to prison Aashrit Raisinghania, 35 years old ruthless, sly, arrogant and cold blooded Mafia consigliere of Turkish mob lord. His rough past had made him heartless and built cold walls around his heart. He never trusted in so-called love and called it rubbish until a certain lady made her way to his heart. And he wants nothing more than her. Riddhi Malhotra, 24 years old, engineering student and a dance choreographer who was never deprived of love. Despite being a Mafia princess, she wasn't spoiled. She was a sweet yet savage, kind yet bold woman who believes in spreading love with smiles. Everything was fine, until a tall brooding mafia man snatched her peace away from her. Now she wants revenge. And that leads to an arranged marriage between them both...which was arranged by her, to destroy him. "This is going to be your end, Aashrit ji". "Ji payengi humare Bina? Soch lijiyega Riddhi ji". Warning ⚠️: 18 plus content. Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

Maa turned to me. "Riya beta, go outside and bring the flowers from the garden. And if you see him, bring him along with you." I nodded, clutching the thali a little tighter, and stepped out toward the garden. He was nowhere in sight. Shrugging it off, I bent down to lift the large basket of flowers placed near the parking area. The tiny blooms felt impossibly heavy. As I struggled, the sharp edge of the basket nicked my wrist - hidden beneath the soft folds of my dupatta. Great. If anyone notices, I'm doomed. Ignoring the sting, I stepped onto the marble path cutting through the grass - and lost my balance. "Whoa-" Before I could fall, strong arms wrapped around my waist, pulling me back. My breath hitched. Time stopped. The world went silent - no birds, no distant traffic, no rustling leaves. There he was. Dhruv Rathore. Standing so close I could feel his warmth, his steady presence grounding me. The boy my heart had never quite let go of - even after four long years - was holding me in his arms. He looked exactly how memory had preserved him. Calm. Composed. Effortlessly commanding. And then reality crashed into me. He's my sister's devar. ✨A slow-burn romance set against the chaos of an Indian wedding, filled with family drama, soft moments, and emotions that refuse to stay hidden. ✨ #1 in rituals🌸✨🎀(3/02/2026) #1 in rituals (12/03/2026) #9 in beautiful ( 27/03/2026) #1 in past love ( 5/04/2026) #2 in beautiful (8/04/2026)

𝐊𝐑𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐔𝐊𝐇 × 𝐀𝐑𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒎𝒂𝒏× 𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒆𝒄𝒉 𝕮𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊...... ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ Krish Deshmukh is a thirty year old businessman trapped in a family legacy he doesn't want to inherit, but has no choice. His dying grandfather left one condition for him to claim his share of the property: he must have a child. If he doesn't, it will go to his father. The same man who made Krish's mother's life a living hell and now stands in his way. There was no way krish was letting him have his share. Arushi Mishra, twenty-six, has nothing left. Kicked out by her conservative family for refusing to fit their mold, she's on the edge, lost and desperate, when Krish finds her. Krish offers her a marriage so he can have a child. What starts as an agreement slowly turns complicated as they navigate through their pain, finding peace in each other's presence.