Have you ever heard about falling in love beyond the destiny. If not, then this is the chance give it up for them. This book is so dear to my heart. The story of the Two Brothers and A Brother. Where if One Rules your Mind The Second will Tame your Heart; While the Other one would Rip your Heart out of His Soulfor Loving. Meet them they are KABIR AHMED KHAN, the elder and first lead. REHAAN AHMED KHAN, the younger and second lead. And lastly; RAYYAN HASHIM SHAIKH, the bad lad. What will happen when the eldest one who's a cold silent and ruthless who's bounded to to relations of responsibilities meets a person who'll teach him how to love and show him a second chance will be. What will be the consequences when the younger one, a self-destructive maniac, meets a goddess who'll get him on his knees, make him worship the ground, she'll walk on and teach him what is love beyond his destiny. Do you think they'll make it ?. That they'll be able to cross this lane of a barrier that is religion and culture or will they let go? Have you ever heard about peace and sanity? Meet them they are MEHER SHAIKH the sweet chubby bubble gum, the first lead SHIVANSHI YADAV the bubbliest bundle of beauty, the second lead. What will happen when a destruction will meet his peace? Or what will be the cause when the monster meets his sanity ? To know more, join the reading. #1 on Asian on 30th July 26 #1 On GhostStory on 1st Aug 26 #1 on BookReels on 1st Aug 26 #1 on Fictionwriter on 1st Aug 26

"Mujhse aapne aap ko baandhne se pehle itna sochlo, iss rishte mai sab hoga lekin mohabbat nahi". His voice was sharp. She looked up at him and his eyes softened. The anger vanished in thin air just by a look. "Theek hai". She said and he turned his back towards her. His replaced bride. She fell first, he fell harder. Eldest son x Only daughter Eldest grandson x Eldest granddaughter ___________________________________________ "Mai yeh shaadi ko kabhi nahi maanunga. Yeh baat hum dono ke alawa kisi ko bhi nahi pata chalni chahiye. KISI. KO. BHI. NAHI". He said and her heart started beating loudly "ANSWER ME". He punched the steering wheel startling her. She jumped in her seat and nodded. His forced bride. She dreamt of love, he lived it. Youngest son x Only daughter Youngest grandson x Youngest granddaughter #1 in peace #281 in care

Maine kaha tha na... ki main lautunga. Aur jab main lautunga, toh tumhari is napaak basti ki raakh par mera Tandav hoga! (I told you... I would return. And when I do, I will dance the Tandav of destruction upon the ashes of this unholy city!) Twenty-two years ago, the Raghuvanshi lineage committed a sin that the desert sands could never bury. To save their kingdom from a perceived curse, they shackled their own first-born-an eleven-year-old boy with bloodshot eyes and a heart full of fire-and cast him into the darkness. To the world, he was a Kalank (a stain). To his father, he was a monster. To the records, he was dead. Present Day: The Raghuvanshi Haveli is bathed in gold. The "Golden Heir," Aryaman Raghuvanshi, is set to marry the ethereal Nandini Suryavanshi. It is a union of power, politics, and a desperate attempt to erase the past. But as the Haldi ceremony begins, the omens turn violent. The sacred turmeric burns Nandini's skin, and the air grows heavy with the scent of an impending storm. While the city celebrates, a shadow has landed. He doesn't come for a crown, and he doesn't come for an apology. He comes to reclaim the debt written in his own blood. Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is back. He is the ghost they couldn't kill, the demon they couldn't cage, and now... he is the groom they never saw coming. As the wedding bells begin to toll, the line between love and revenge blurs. Nandini is the prize in a war she didn't start, caught between a "Prince" who is running for his life and a "Monster" who has finally come home to claim his bride. "Ishq kalank hai, aashiq kalank hai... aur ab, barbaadi hi is mohabbat ka shagun hai." (lover is a stain... and now, ruin is the sacred omen of this love)

જ⁀➴ 𝓔 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ~ "I asked you something, Why did you do that for me?" she said, fastening her seatbelt. He stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. "Because I hate you," He said finally. Her head snapped toward him. "And damn it... you hate me too. Maybe the most." He let out a short breath. "And I want that hate all for myself." ~ "But you hated me." She said, while shivering in his arms. "I'm re-considering my life decisions at this point." He whispered before pulling her into a kiss.

𝑨 𝑯𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 "𝑯𝒖𝒎 𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆",. She glared, her eyes burning with fury on the audacity and guts of the man infront of her while she held a sword pressed firmly against his chest. "𝑲𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝑹𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒆 𝒁𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒃, 𝑨𝒂𝒑𝒌𝒊 𝒚𝒆𝒉 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒛𝒊𝒅 𝒅𝒐𝒏𝒐 𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒊𝒌𝒂𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊", Areez chuckled calmly, taking a step forward resulting the sword to dig deeper into his skin drawing blood, not even an ounce of pain. But his eyes-stayed fixed on hers, with obsession, possesion and something else he didn't dare admit it yet.

𐙚⋆° 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐍 & 𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐔𝐆𝐄 One slap was enough to make Inaya Kapoor the most talked-about woman in the country. After a public confrontation with business tycoon Aarvansh Raivaan, her life begins to unravel. Her reputation is destroyed, rumours follow her everywhere and every day brings a new loss. Certain that Aarvansh is responsible, Inaya grows to hate him. Then fate delivers its cruelest blow. Marriage. Now trapped together, two people standing on opposite sides of a scandal must learn how to survive each other before their hatred destroys them both. Core/Additional tags 🏷️: Dark Romance · Arranged/Forced Marriage · Enemies to Lovers · Marriage of Convenience · Powerful Male Lead · Strong Female Lead · Slow Burn · Emotional Healing · Revenge · Power Dynamics · Family Pressure · Angst · Redemption

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.

#MAFIA_SERIES 🔥 Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. __________________

In the blaze of revenge, in the fire of hate, a poetry is born that changes the verses of his life. Once ladened with darkness of lies, the light of truth illuminates his being but to his misfortune, it happens too late. So late that she has already been punished in the name of revenge. But is it truly a punishment or just a play of destiny to bring two lovers together? A battle started between two fathers but fought between their children. A story of revenge that takes an abrupt turn when love begins to blossom, but the truth still remains buried. And until this fog of lie lingers between them, their love will remain lost in the mist. When she doesn't know herself the reason of this revenge, how will she bring him out of the haze of misconception? When he is ardent to seek revenge, how will love simmer him down? A lie, a truth, a pain, a sorrow, a loss, a win, a blessing, a sin. A story of misunderstood revenge and a painful love, Dhundle Rang: The Haze of Love. When times tests you, then hold onto the poem of life because what conquers it all is love in the end.

"Happy Married Life, Shivya Pathak" I weakly smiled seeing my condition, mangalsutra dangling in my neck, vermilion in hair and both hands filled with gold bangles. "Come out quickly or do you want me to break the gate," my husband knocked again. My breath was harsh, collecting some courage I spoke, "I will come out but you will not touch me again, otherwise I will kill myself" My throat clogged up, the last word refusing to come out. He didn't reply, just chuckled. I knew what it meant. He was going to push me further, to break me. "I will not be your puppet," I said, my voice barely a whisper. "I will not be your toy." ••••••••••••••••••• Two persons who belong to two different world Tied in unwanted marriage Will they continue this marriage for life or will they free each other from this name sake relationship?