Brotherhood Billionaires Book 1 Dedication ~ To The Girls Who Wanted A Man Who Will Burn Her Insecurities Into Ashes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~●○~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ He never wanted a wife but destiny has some other plans for him . Rudra Pratap Singh Rathore one of the top youngest businessman in India. Ambitious , assertive , charismatic, Ruthless in business. Workaholic by nature and hardworking. He achieve everything he sets his eyes on. Shivanya Ranawat a simple introvert girl with simple life . Make sure that her life is as less complicated as possible . Loved by her family dearly and she never does anything to hurt them. What will happen when when two opposite personalities will collide ? Mature !!! ( 18+)

#Top 1 in INDIA [24/jan - 05/feb/2026] "They have different stories, but fate forced them into one." VIVAN SINGHANIA- feared by many, respected by all. A man whose name carries power, whose silence is sharper than words. To the world, he is untouchable. To Aarvi, he is the husband she never chose. AARVI SISODIYA- soft-spoken, innocent, and delicate as glass. A girl whose dreams were shattered in a single night, leaving her tied to a man who looks at her with nothing but resentment. She never asked for this marriage, yet she is forced to live in its shadow. KIARA MEHRA- the woman Vivan loved, the girlfriend he never wanted to let go of. The name that keeps Aarvi from ever being seen. --- But when destiny traps Vivan and Aarvi under the same roof, the war between them begins. Hate collides with hidden emotions, silence turns into stolen moments, and the line between enemies and something more begins to blur. Can a marriage built on pain ever turn into love... or will it only break her more? ♥ ♥ ♥ #01 - wattpadindia (30/10/25) #02 - lovetriangle (28/12/25) #02 - wife (25/10/25) #03 - romcom (07/11/25)

#1 book in The Ruined Series She was never meant to be the bride. A widow, a replacement, an afterthought. But when her sister disappears before the wedding, Natasha is forced into an unwanted marriage with Shivansh Ranawat-a man who didn't choose her, and doesn't plan to love her. And yet... fate never asks permission.

#1 in Deals & Desires Series The life of a sunshine professor Pankti Bajaj(24),takes a drastic shift when she faces the harsh reality on her wedding night that she isn't married to her fiance instead to his elder brother - Maahir Raghuvanshi (30), a grumpy businessman, owner of Elayne Group of Hotels which he inherited as a part of his family's legacy. She was betrayed by life, shattering her dreams and wishes connected with her fiance whom she met through an arranged marriage setup but now she is bound to be the wife of Maahir Raghuvanshi and has no option other than to spend the rest of her life in Raghuvanshi Mansion where each wall has a story to tell, a mystery to solve. But here comes the question - Was that game actually planned by destiny or was there someone who wanted them to tie themselves in the sacred knot of marriage? If yes, then who is it?

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

The One she loved left her a day before her marriage The ones she cared humiliated her,despised her and blamed her for everything but what will happen when she will be forced to marry a mere stranger Aditi Sharma a 24 year old aspiring CA an ambivert who loves her family Daksh Agnihotri a 30 year old businessman, introvert doesn't like to express his emotions, lives with his only grandma [Dakhs: you wanted to see me married right? Grandma: yes beta I'm dying to see ur bride who will bring joy to our empty lives Who will fill this quite mension with the sounds of her anklets (Tears gathered in her eyes) Daksh:Then I'm getting married Her eyes widened Grandma: what when did you meet he-, What's her name , what's her age, how does she looks Daksh: I Don't know Grandma: WHAT THE- U're getting married to her and you don't even know her name??????]

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

Book #1 of Never Duet "You would never be more than just a replacement, you'd never be mine." She had no choice in marriage or in running away from it. From him. The man who was supposed to marry her sister would get her now. Whether she fought, ran and begged. He'd drag her back on gun point if it meant she became his replacement bride. Deal. Reputation. Business. Three words that changed her fate. Three words to best describe why everyone wanted this marriage-except her. And before she could hope for this marriage to turn real, he made sure she never dared to. Tropes: Replaced bride Marriage of convenience Forced marriage Age gap Artist x Businessman Forced proximity

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |