In the bustling corridors of expectation and isolation, Divya Aggarwal finds herself ensnared in the intricate web of her family's towering aspirations. Constantly overshadowed by the brilliance of her elder sister, she struggles to carve out her own identity amidst the weight of comparison and unattainable standards. Despite the occasional warmth from her sister, Divya's heart yearns for a deeper sense of belonging and acceptance that seems forever out of reach. Meanwhile, Raghav Sinha navigates the cutthroat world of business with a heart starved for affection, haunted by a past devoid of familial warmth. His clandestine dealings with the underworld add a dangerous twist to his already complex existence. Yet beneath the veneer of ruthless ambition lies a vulnerability, a silent plea for the warmth of affection that has eluded him for so long. As fate intertwines their paths, they are drawn into a tumultuous journey where love, betrayal, and redemption collide. Brace yourself for a gripping tale where the lines between right and wrong blur, and the true cost of belonging is revealed. Strap in tight, for this rollercoaster of emotions will leave you breathless until the very end.

When Serena enters a new workplace, she has one rule; stay focused- no matter what. It soon turns out to be easier said than done when she meets her new boss. Valentino is strict, the epitome of difficult and much to her dismay; unbelievably fucking hot. She's determined to ignore the attraction she feels to him for the sake of keeping her job. But what Serena doesn't know is that Valentino can't get her out of his his head. He thinks about her everywhere. He feels captivated by her. He wants her. And he hates every moment of it.

✦ Dark Romance | Forced Marriage | Obsession ✦ The first time she came to my house, she was five years old. She held my sister's hand, walked past me, and didn't even notice I existed. But I noticed her. Every laugh. Every careless smile. Every stupid ribbon in her hair. I lost a cricket match that day because I couldn't stop adoring her. A year later, she called me *bhaiya.* Everyone thought it was cute. I didn't eat for two days. She forgot about it the next morning. I didn't. To her, I was always just her best friend's older brother. To me, she was the only thing in the world that ever made sense. Years later, I married her. Yes, she hates me for it. But hatred is still a kind of attention. And I've waited my entire life for her attention. Sakshi Malhotra was never meant to belong to anyone else. She just hasn't realized it yet.

He unbutton his shirt, now his perfectly toned body is visible,infront of her a shy smile comes at her lips, her breath is hitched. she doesn't know for how long she is holding her breath until he come over her........ She ask him mumbling ...what..are you doing? He leaned on her body holding his weight and ,bites her ear lobe and whispers...relax jaan ☠u can be addicted to this......

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

Book 1 of Ranawat Series Opposites attract? Opposites collide.. She didn't trust men. She didn't trust Trust. She lived in pain and had learnt to thrive in it. He was busy being the best. He didn't have time for anyone. Even himself. But under all that calm he was lonely. Both didn't believe in fate. But it was fate that brought them together. They collided like two blackholes and their explosion created the most beautiful symphony of passion and desire. Their love is a storm. The question is - will they wield it or let it destroy their very beings? This is the story of Ishani and Ayansh Tropes: Forced marriage Arranged marriage CEO X CEO Dark romance Cold mmc X Cold fmc Billionaire romance Indian romance

Mature content ! 2nd book in VILLAIN SERIES 🔥 All series are standalone and don't relate to each other. "From today onwards, am your Rana Sa rajkumari" he smirked "Your family didn't even try to save you. Hahaa...they agreed so easily to give you as a prize in this war " he mocked her "Y..you can never become my arya(husband)"she whispered unbelievably" my family agreed because you threatened them" she glared him with tearful eyes "am going to marry prince of jamrath only. Prince Rituraj. " "You are right..you are definitely going to marry today "he smirked while pulling pulled her towards him harshly "But to the prince of Mahawargarh. " he roared like a lion " am not like your family. I will definitely protect you from all the evil things raajkumari " he smirked evilly while forcefully taking her towards the holy fire " Shivanya - An ACE IN SEDUCTION but princess for name sake. A broken soul who just want only one thing in her life - to become pride of her kingdom and for that she has secretly studied everything. She thought she found her man after meeting prince rituraj. But her dreams shattered when one day before her marriage, whole kingdom gets attacked by army of most ruthless enemy - Advay Rajput Raana Advay Singh Rajput : Also knows as War machine of Mahawargarh and enemy of 20 states. His morning starts with bath of blood followed by Cries of thousands of people begging to him for mercy. But no voice ever reached to his ear. Wherever he goes, he make enemies everywhere. He doesn't know how to write , read or to love someone. A king without any great talent. This is what people used to think about him. But what is his actual reality ? Read it to find out.

ABHIMANYU RATHORE :- Rude , workaholic CEO of Rathore Empire .Devilesing hot , every girls drools over him .But loves his family to dearest . . SAKSHI OBEROI :- Sweet but fierce girl . Loves her family very much can do anything for them . Working in her brother's company as managing head and also a board member . . What happens when their marriage get fixed by their families .. will they get love in this unwilling arranged marriage...

"Mr. Raichand..." she whispered, her voice trembling. "Aditya..." he murmured, eyes burning into hers. "Say it." He pulls her close in a spin, her hair whips against his jaw, making him smirk as he tightens his hold on her waist. His palm slides slowly from the curve of her back to the side of her thigh as he guides her movements, making her shiver but forcing herself to stay composed. She swallowed, lifting her chin, meeting his gaze. Something shifted. They were no longer husband and wife bound by arrangement, but two souls locked in a storm. "Aditya.." Aaradhya whispered, her voice seductive. Aditya inhaled a sharp breath his hold tightning on her. Their steps grew sharper. Her leg hooked around his thigh in a daring cross, her slit revealing flashes of skin that made his jaw clench. His hand gripped her back, dangerously low, daring her to protest. Every turn, every press, every snap of their heels told a story anger, desire, unspoken hunger. The music built to its peak. Aditya spun Aaradhya one last time, then caught her in a deep, breathtaking dip. Her hair brushed the marble floor, her lips inches from his. The crowd erupted in applause, but they didn't hear it. Aditya pulled her upright, holding her tight, chest to chest. His lips hovered by her ear. "Mrs. Aditya Raichand," he whispered. "An arranged marriage. Two broken souls. One uncertain future." 👨‍⚖️Aditya Raichand - Once the heart of every room, a boy full of life, laughter, and love. Now? Cold. Distant. Ruthless. A man who buries kindness beneath layers of silence. He trusts no one-not even himself. 👩‍⚕️Aaradhya Malhotra - Once a lively, fearless dreamer who spoke her heart out. Now? Quiet. Guarded. Broken. Her smiles are rare, her past a wound she never talks about. Forced into an arranged marriage by their families, their worlds collide.🤵‍👰‍ They don't believe in love. They don't believe in healing. And they definitely don't believe in each other.