"I told you to make sure nothing happens to him didn't I?" he said with pure anger dripping from his tone. "i--i--I'm sorry please forgive me I didn't mean to"I stuttered lowly,praying he lets this slide. "You're sorry?,if Priyanka got there one second later do you know what would have happened to him?"he reminded me of my incompetence as a mother. "You hurt him!"he seethed "Strip!" My breath hitched,I was done for,I was careless and fire almost burned our only child,my dear veer...... I hurt our only child and now ansh will hurt me too. ************************************************ FIVE YEARS BACK Rajkumari Saloni desai,the princess of Shitanpura"a province known for their unjust behavior and prostitution"but the royal family are trying their best to put an end to the bad reputation...... saloni the young princess was invited to a feast with her father as his partner for the night....there she crossed paths with... Yuvraaj Rayansh Singh Raghuvanshi,the crown prince of Amer who just got back from the war camp in agra ...his gaze landed on saloni at the feast and he determined she'll be his come what may.

𝘋𝘰𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭. ==================== Angel- I ran away from him. I was done behind his whore. I was tired. So with help, and the perfect opportunity, I ran away. But after 5 years. He got me. Ambrose- She was mine since the time I first saw her. She was perfect and still is. I am ready to give her my world. But she left me and I will find her. And when I do, I will make sure she will never leave me. And that's a promise. ================== ||FAST PACED BOOK||

Some betrayals do not end with an apology. Some wounds do not heal with time. And some loves are never love at all-they are obsessions disguised as devotion. On the day Siya Shukla was supposed to begin her forever, her world shattered. The man she loved, trusted, and dreamed of building a future with abandoned her without looking back. His reason was cruel enough to scar her soul and ruthless enough to make her question her worth. Atharv Oberoi chose his pride over her heart. Years passed. The broken girl transformed into a woman who no longer needed saving. Intelligent, ambitious, and fiercely independent, Siya built a life where Atharv's name held no significance. The love she once carried for him had long turned into indifference, and eventually, into hate. But fate has a strange way of reopening old wounds. Now known as the Mafia King, Atharv has everything a man could desire-power, wealth, influence, and fear. Yet the one thing he cannot possess is the woman he once discarded. And that is precisely what drives him mad. Because Atharv Oberoi can endure hatred. He can survive revenge. But Siya's indifference? That is a humiliation he cannot bear. What begins as a desire to reclaim what he lost soon spirals into something darker, something dangerous. An obsession. A need. A madness that refuses to let go. After all, he walked away from her once. Now he will do anything to make sure she never walks away from him. But the question remains- Can a heart that was broken beyond repair ever love again? Or will Atharv's obsession destroy them both?

previously known as 𝐕𝐄𝐈𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 Tropes: Forced revenge marriage Age gap 10 years Italian mafia lord X indian royal heiress Grovelling MMC Deception to Devotion Loathe to lifelong " 𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙚 " ~ 𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣𝙜𝙚 & 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙩

Adhiraj slammed her against the wall, his mouth crushing hers in a kiss that tasted like rage and possession. His hands gripped her thighs, yanking them around his waist before he dropped her roughly onto the edge of his desk. "Fvck, you're drenched," he growled, two thick fingers plunging into her tight, untouched heat without mercy. "Ahh-Adhiraj!" Sharvika cried out, her nails raking his shoulders, her married body arching into his palm even as she hated him. "Your little cvnt is svcking me in," he growled, finger-fvcking her with brutal, wet strokes, his palm slapping her cl!t. "Look at this mess. You're dripping down my hand like a needy slvt. Is this how you save yourself for your husband? This tight, desperate fvckhole?" Ahh-fuck-Adhiraj dont't--!" she screamed, her tight walls clamping down, trying to reject the invasion. "Don't?" He curled his fingers, hitting that spongy spot that made her see white, his thumb pressing hard circles on her swollen nub. "Your pvssy is begging for my c'ck. Clenching. Weeping. Mine." He leaned in, teeth at her ear. "Cum on my fingers now, you dirty girl. Milk my hand like the c'ck you'll not get until you beg for it." She bit her lip, trying to silence the moans building in her throat, but her body betrayed her completely. Adhiraj crooked his fingers, hitting that spot that made her vision blur, his thumb circling her cl!t with brutal precision. "Say it," he commanded, his breath hot against her ear. "Say my name when you cum on my hand like a good little wife." "Aahh-aahh-Adhiraj!"She shattered, wailing his name, her virgin cunt spasming, gushing hot arousal all over his palm as he wrecked her. ............ ⚠️ Warning: This is a dark romance featuring possessive characters, obsession, mafia elements, family secrets, morally grey decisions, and intense emotional themes. Reader discretion is advised.

She is ruthless, a declared misandrist and the sole heir to the largest empire in the country. Her family owns companies, hospitals, and schools-institutions that shape lives and silence opposition. Power is her inheritance, and control is her instinct. He is a nobody in her world. A boy from a middle-class family, working as a nurse in one of her hospitals, surviving on honesty, discipline, and long shifts that rarely end on time. When he uncovers the hospital's illegal practices, he does what no one else dares-he refuses to stay silent. She answers his defiance with a threat cold enough to end lives: if he speaks a single word outside those walls, his family will pay the price. She expects fear. Submission. Silence. But he is a rebel. He does not bend. He does not disappear. And in his refusal, he becomes the most dangerous man in her empire. A rebel will never marry his abuser. So how does a man who was threatened with the lives of his family end up marrying the very woman who tried to kill him?

He was a stranger. She was an orphan. Their families arranged their marriage. But love? That was something they had to arrange themselves. Aarohi Sharma has spent eight years being a burden in her aunt's house. When she's married off to a man she's never seen, she expects more of the same-invisibility, obligation, survival. Kabir Ahuja is a brilliant pediatric surgeon with walls so high no one can climb them. He agreed to this marriage for his dying father. Nothing more. But when their eyes meet at the jaimala, something shifts. Seven pheras. Two strangers. One lifetime to figure out what forever really means. A story of first kisses, uneven parathas, jealousy, period care, and two people who never dated anyone-finding everything in each other. Because love isn't about how you meet. It's about how you stay. TROPES🌸 ❤️ Slow burn ❤️ Virgin leads ❤️ Arranged marriage ❤️ Dual POV - Start date - 4th April 2026 - End date - 11th June 2026

Aayat Mehran is not just a CEO; she is the silent ruler of the city's underworld. Cold, calculating, and dangerously powerful, she has built an empire on fear and steel. To the world, she is a business tycoon; to her enemies, she is the Ice Queen who leaves no survivors. She doesn't need a husband-she needs a weapon. **"Mujhe laga hero banna chahiye... par yeh toh meri life ka villain arc ho gaya."** Aryan Sharma is a simple boy with big dreams and an empty wallet. A student and part-time waiter, his biggest worries are his grades and his father's debts. He believes in love, laughter, and the kindness of strangers. He is everything Aayat is not: innocent, loud, and utterly reckless. Their worlds collide in a chaotic explosion of misunderstandings. A wedding ruined. A reputation shattered. A secret exposed. To save her family's honor and secure her throne, Aayat makes a cold calculation: she needs a husband who is harmless, controllable, and in her debt. Aryan needs a savior to rescue his family from ruin. A contract is signed. A forced marriage binds them. But living with the Queen comes with a price. Aryan thinks he married a cold-hearted billionaire. He doesn't know she carries a gun in her purse or that her "business rivals" are deadly gangsters. And Aayat? She thought he was just a pawn. She didn't expect him to cook for her. She didn't expect him to stand up to her family. And she definitely didn't expect him to look at her like she was human, not a monster. In a world of bullets, betrayal, and blood oaths, can an innocent boy survive the darkness? And can the Ice Queen protect her husband without losing her heart? *** You are not a prisoner, Aryan. You are mine. And I protect what is mine."**

"𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮" His nose brushed against her neck, slow and deliberate, his breath warm against her skin. She had two options, step back or hit him. She hit him before she could think twice. His lip split, blood trickling down, and she took two steps back. He didn't speak, didn't argue, didn't even look angry. That was the part that unsettled her. He leaned closer, unhurried, like she hadn't just split his lip open, and cupped her face in both hands. Then he brushed his lips lightly against hers, just once. When he pulled back, she didn't need to check. His blood was on her lips. His eyes dropped to her mouth, something dark flickering behind them. "Nice lip shade." 💌 Love , Lust and Legacy series #1 📚 His Dirty Little Secret

❝𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯?❞ 𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥, 𝘳𝘶𝘣𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥. ❝𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘥𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵, 𝘣𝘢𝘣𝘦?❞ 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘥, 𝘸𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦. 「⋆𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐮𝐦 𝐄𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬⋆」 ʚɞ 𝐕𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐲𝐚. ᡣ𐭩 ʚɞ 𝐄𝐫𝐲𝐚𝐯 𝐕𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡. 「⋆ 𝐀 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐂𝐨𝐦⋆」