✨ CRIMSON SERIES - BOOK 1✨ Love. Power. Obsession. leads A debt that could cost a life. A deal sealed with a name. A fate rewritten in blood. In a world where fear is currency and loyalty is a game, Meera walks the path of healing, her hands skilled in mending what is broken. But some wounds are not meant to be healed-some are meant to be owned. When Aarav Malhotra steps into her life, shadows follow. His name alone commands fear, his gaze a silent promise of ruin. A man untouched by mercy, his world is built on power, and Meera is nothing but an uninvited storm in his kingdom. But storms don't ask for permission. And kings don't fall. Until they do.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 Varnika Rawat, one of the top fashion designers of New York. Despite being talented & successful, people misunderstood that she has reached the heights of success only because of being the sole heiress of Rawat Industries. She was living her carefree life, ignoring people's remarks but her life turned upside down when her childhood enemy Atharv Kapoor entered in her life. Atharv Kapoor, CEO of Kapoor Industries who is known for his sunshiny nature. But only the business world is aware of his monstrous side. Circumstances made both of them bear each other. But what will happen when she will feel something more than just hate for him? As much as she hates him, she's attracted to him. But the question is, will Atharv feel the same for her ? Will he try to know the misunderstood heiress ? Or will he again tag her as a mere spoiled princess? . . Be a part of their hatred journey to get answer about these questions. . ©𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 & 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in obsession

A billionaire in an open relationship with his wife falling head over heels for his kid's nanny🌚

To the world, Aarav Rathore was a monster wrapped in bespoke suits. To me... he was the cage I never wanted to escape. His large, calloused hand wrapped gently around my throat-not to hurt, but to own. The cold silver of my waist chain pressed into my bare stomach as he pinned me flush against the heavy mahogany of his study desk. "You think you can hide from me, Little Bird?" His voice was a lethal, gravelly whisper against my ear, sending a violent shiver of wet heat straight to my core. "You think you can wear things that beg to be ripped off, and I won't collect what belongs to me?" I gasped as his rough fingers hooked under the delicate lace of my panties, snapping the thin fabric effortlessly. "Aarav, please-" "Please what?" He bit down on the sensitive skin of my neck, swallowing my desperate whimper. His thick thigh forced my knees apart, leaving me completely, helplessly exposed to his burning, pitch-black gaze. "Tell me exactly what you want. Use your words, Priyanshi." My nails dug into his broad shoulders, my entire body trembling with a heavy, throbbing ache that only he could cure. I looked into the eyes of the devil I married, finally surrendering to his darkness. "Please," I sobbed, my hips arching eagerly into his touch. "Please, Daddy. Take it." A wicked, triumphant smirk touched his lips. "Good girl. Now, scream for me." · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · · Priyanshi Verma prayed to Krishna for a fairytale love story. Instead, she was sold to the Devil in a bespoke suit. Aarav Rathore. Billionaire. Mafia king. A man who doesn't know how to love, only how to own. He married her to control her. She married him to save her family. He wants to break her innocence. She wants to escape his cage. But in the darkness of their bedroom, where hate turns into heat and resistance turns into moans, the lines blur. A story of a forced marriage, dark obsession, and a lust so violent it might just look like love.

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)

Book - 2 (Best friends series) Vansh x Amaya 🔥 He had never wanted it. She had embraced it with her whole heart. Tropes Arranged marriage Unrequited Love (at first) Mafia x Innocent Love Slow-Burn Romance Forced Proximity The Mafia's Untouched Queen Love vs. Duty Jealousy Awakens Love The Ultimate Sacrifice Dark Past, Bright Love

In 90s Bhopal, where every gali had a love story and every radio played romantic songs, he remained untouched. An IPS officer known for his calm mind and strict principles, he worked under Commissioner Jagadish Rathore with complete loyalty. Love, for him, was distraction. But Kirti Rathore, bold, spoiled, and used to getting everything she wanted had decided that his attention was the only thing she truly desired.

Major Harshwardhan Malhotra does not believe in coincidences, and he certainly does not believe in feelings. In his world, everything is planned, controlled, and executed without hesitation. Then Dr. Tara Vashishth walks into his unit. She laughs too loudly, talks too freely, and refuses to be intimidated by his rank. No one understands why the strictest Major becomes unusually quiet around her. Now the real question isn't whether he'll fall. It's whether he'll ever admit it.

" you shouldn't have do this th...is is wrong . I can't accept i..t " Fragile girl and crying in front of her obsessed love who have claimed her like personal property " He smirked and pull her closer enough to let her feel their breath mixing and whisper " your destiny is not bounded with prince sweetheart, you deserve a devil like me to take care a flower like you "

𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙏𝙤 𝘽𝙚 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘐 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 - 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘳 - 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘵𝘩, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘮 𝘯𝘰 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘵 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘐 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘳.