"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.

"𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐮𝐫." [Slow update] They say love feels like sunlight after winter. But no one warns you - sometimes, it burns. Sometimes, it scars. I never asked for obsession, for manipulation, or for love that feels like poison. He came like wildfire - raw, relentless, unapologetic. My first. My beautiful mistake. He was dangerous in the most beautiful way. Gentle with me, brutal with the world. Every moment with him was comfort laced with chaos. His love? Honey laced with venom - sweet, addicting, and lethal. He didn't cross lines. He erased them. In his madness, I mistook devotion. In cruelty, I saw protection. How do you run from someone who'd bleed to keep you breathing? He saw the cracks no one else noticed. Whispered promises in the dark. And a part of me clung to them. In his arms, the world ceased to exist. But the next storm didn't come with fire. It came in silence. He arrived like a shadow - watching, waiting, suffocating. He didn't touch me - not yet. But I felt him, like smoke in my lungs. He studied me. Then he moved. And when he did, everything changed. He didn't want to love me. He wanted to rewrite me. His silence screamed louder than words. He wanted me to destroy myself for him. Now, I'm torn between two kinds of insanity: One who would ruin the world to protect me. Another who would ruin me to make me his world. And I can't tell the difference anymore. They circle me like wolves, each calling it love. But love was never meant to feel like this. Was it? I used to believe love was a gift. Now I know - it's a gamble. A bloody one. And in this game of obsession and betrayal, I'm no longer sure who the real villain is. Because when both players would kill you for love... What does that make you?

Delhi's underworld has never seen a man like Ekansh Virk. A cold-blooded, calculating, and loyal only to one man: Dhanush Ahlawat, the most feared mafia lord in the city. His life is built on violence and silence, on orders that leave no space for weakness. Until her. Aayesha Ahlawat...too bold for her own good, too stubborn to fear him, too beautiful to ignore. She lives in the safest part of Delhi, untouched by the blood and fire that fuels his world. But one accidental encounter is all it takes for Ekansh's control to crack. Her sharp tongue, her infuriating confidence, and the way she looks at him like she can see past his darkness make him restless, hungry, and dangerous. And then the cruel twist, she is Dhanush's biological sister, the one strictly off-limits woman. Duty should have killed the temptation. But instead, it chains him closer. Dhanush orders him to guard her day and night and keep her safe at any cost. Now she is in his world's protection, under his watch, under his skin. Every glance becomes torture. Every argument sets his blood on fire. Every time she walks away from him, it feels like betrayal. He wants to protect her from the shadows that hunt her but more than that, he wants to mark her as his, drag her into the very darkness she should fear. Ekansh Virk has fought wars and buried men alive, but nothing has ever felt as dangerous as resisting her. Because this temptation is not just forbidden - it's lethal. And in the end, either his loyalty will break... or she will.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ••••••••••••• 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 I stepped into the room and the sight before me made my heart drop. Chachi was crying uncontrollably while Mom tried to console her, whispering soft words that clearly weren't helping. On the bed lay the bridal lehenga-perfectly arranged, untouched... as if the bride had simply vanished from the moment. A strange uneasiness crept into my chest. "Chachi... what happened? And where is Lavanya?" I asked, my eyes searching the room, hoping she would suddenly walk out from somewhere laughing. Mom looked at me, her eyes red. "Lavanya... ran away." For a moment, the world seemed to fall silent. Ran away? The words echoed in my mind like a cruel joke. Just last night she had smiled at me, telling me she was happy. How could she disappear like this on the day of her wedding? Before I could process the shock, Chachu suddenly stepped forward. And then he did something that made my breath hitch. He folded his hands in front of me. "Shivanya... please do your chachu a favor. Please marry Abhimaan." My heart stopped. "Chachu... I- I can't do that," I said, stepping back, shaking my head in disbelief. "This is wrong. And what about him? How can I-" "He has already agreed," Papa said softly from behind me. I turned toward him, stunned. "He... what?" "He said yes," Papa continued gently. "Our reputation, our honor... everything lies in your hands now. Trust me, beta. He will keep you happy." Happy? The word felt strangely hollow. Because the truth was far more complicated. She wanted to walk away from every memory of him... every moment that once shattered her heart. Yet destiny, with a twisted smile, was pushing her toward the same man she once swore to forget. Was it truly destiny's plan... or someone else pulling the

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐱 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐭 "I think Chahat and Veer should talk in private," Parvati ji suggested. Urmilla ji nodded, asking Chahat to take him to the terrace. The moment they were alone, Veeransh spoke - straight, emotionless. "I'll come to the point. I have no interest in marriage. I'm agreeing only for Dadi. Don't expect anything beyond respect and loyalty." Chahat's eyes hardened. "What if I say no? Actually... I am saying no. It was nice meeting you for the last time, Mr. Raghuvanshi." She turned to leave. Just as her hand reached the door, her phone buzzed - an unknown number. She ignored it. "Dekh lo," Veer's voice came from behind, edged with a faint smirk. "Might be important." Something in his tone made her open it. A video. Her breath stopped. She staggered back in shock - straight into him. Veeransh leaned down, close to her ear. His breath brushed her neck, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "A yes from your side... or a yes from mine," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Choice is yours."

"𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐖𝐎" 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒄𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 Cruel. Egoistic. Aggressive. 𝐕𝐚𝐧𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐊𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚 a shark in business world thrives on destruction his enemies, both professionally and personally. A heartless billionaire CEO came India to destroy his biggest enemy. He never intended to reveal his dark identity until the irony entangled him with the woman he barely knows. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 Princess of Rewah and fiancée of his oldest enemy. It doesn't matter how gorgeous and ravishing she is. He'll do everything in his power to destroy prince included his gorgeous would-be wife. The only problem: he can't have her but he is taking her anyway into his darkness * Fearless. Ambitious. Powerful. 𝐊𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 is beautiful princess and rightful owner of crown. A fearless and success determined woman who wanted to be top in business. She never planned to be someone's wife until-a threat of blackmail forced her to marry man she didn't want. Her life took bloody turn when she picked up the battle with her fiancée's business rival. Fighting cold-blooded Vanraj means opening the doors of destruction. Arrogant Vanraj never part of her life, she agrees to stand by her fiancée's side in game of vengeance. Craving her enemy's touch was never part of the game but she lost herself when he touched her soul. The powerful thing she could do: not fall in love with her enemy but she is falling for him anyway.

𝐀𝐙𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐐 × 𝐙𝐈𝐘𝐀 | 𝟐𝟗 × 𝟐𝟎 He is lethal, ruthless and carved by years of revenge fire. She is chaos wrapped in silk and heels, very much aware of the ruin she is a part of. Hating each other to their cores, then why do their kisses feel like an eruption? Will his revenge burn her or is his Jaan worth more? - She shoved him back, defiance burning in her veins. His laugh was low, dangerous. He raised the gun, eyes blazing into hers... "Congratulations, Ziya. Your rebellion just earned you a husband." ────────── Where obsession meets resistance and revenge. This story is not for the weak hearts... 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 | 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 | 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "You have no right over me" I throw the words laced with venom towards him. "I. own. you. blame me for all I care but you will be Mrs. Kabir Malhaan" the rage and ruthlessness emanating from the monster in front of me has made me weak on my legs. My breath hitched in answer "A gun on my waist. is that how you propose?" I don't back away. A shiver trailed the cold kiss of the barrel as he dragged it slowly from my waist to my navel, then up gliding over my skin with cruel leisure until it nestled between my breasts, aimed straight at my heart. "No. It's a promise of where you belong. You belong in my goddamn empire, not beside me, but 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 it. Because you're the reason I breathe. I breathed you, Roop." And just like that, with his words toying with my emotions. He bent lower and planted a kiss so gentle that it did not match his depravity. - 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧, the kind of man who would sell your soul to the devil and you will call it mercy. A man who smirks as the world collapses at his feet. That's how he lives. That's how he wins. Because to him, emotions are nothing but fractures in perfectly stitched armor and fractured people don't survive. They break. And Kabir Malhaan only ever learns how to break them first. ༺❀༻ 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩. born with the whitest morals stitched into her soul, like armor. A girl who takes nothing for granted, who counts blessings like stars and carries her kindness like a quiet rebellion. In her world of chaos, it's her fractured, fading memories that hold her together. The only anchor she has to a life she can no longer fully remember, yet refuses to let go of. When her path crosses with an heir apparent of a mafia syndicate. She loses more

It is said that love doesn't happen from a brothel, but what happens when the offspring of that brothel becomes someone's love? The intensity, which is a product of a brothel, was once a normal life, but everything changes when Aransh Maurya enters. Aransh's intensity, madness, and love become everything. Will the name of the brothel withstand the power of love? Will Aransh's obsession be able to give his love a destination? --------------- Aaransh placed his finger on her lips and said, "We'll talk about this later. First, do what I said. Remove your clothes." Shiddat spoke softly, "Okay, but will you move off me first?" Aaransh shook his head and said, "No. In fact, you don't need to do anything." Saying this, he grabbed her shirt in one swift motion and tore it apart. Shiddat's eyes widened in shock. She quickly said, "What did you just do? You tore my clothes? We just bought this yesterday and now you've already ripped it?" Aaransh looked at her and said, "If it's torn, we'll get more. Okay? Just keep quiet and let me do what I'm doing. If any sound escapes your lips, it should only be my name and nothing else." With that, he placed his lips on Shiddat's neck. --------------- Read to find out 😜😜😜😜

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟒 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬... "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧." She loved him when she was too young to understand what love meant. He rejected her when he was too guarded to feel anything at all. On her eighteenth birthday, she confessed her heart to the man she had loved for years-her brother's best friend. His rejection was cold. Precise. Unforgettable. "You're not the girl I desire." Five years later, fate brings them face to face again-not as a girl with a foolish crush, but as a woman ready for marriage... to someone else. This time, he doesn't return to reject her. He returns to marry her. She no longer asks for his love. She no longer waits to be chosen. Yet his sudden yes feels more dangerous than his past rejection ever did. Once, she begged him to see her. Now he claims her without love. And she fears that becoming his wife will hurt far more than the day he told her she was not the girl he desired.