🔞🔞🔞🔞 ✨️"She was chaos wrapped in innocence... and he was a storm that never settled. Together, they were destiny."✨️✨️✨️ He was the man who ruled empires with his ruthless mind. She was the girl who dreamed with her innocent heart. Rudra Singh Rathore - tall, muscular, too handsome to be real. A man whose voice alone could make people shiver. CEO of Picola Pvt Ltd. Betrayed once, he believes- "Pyaar naam ki cheez sirf books mein hoti hai... asli duniya mein sab paisa dekhte hain." And then, there's Adhira Singh - 20, short, clumsy, bubbly. A girl who could talk for hours, sing for days, and dream forever. She always believed- "One day, mera Rajkumar aayega... jo mujhe hamesha pyaar karega, hamesha sambhalega." When destiny ties them together through family bonds and promises... He thinks she's "just another gold digger". She thinks he's "the most arrogant, khadoos insaan on earth." But between his hate and her innocence... something begins to burn. 🔥 A story of two opposite worlds colliding. 🔥 Of wounds that heal with love. 🔥 Of a ruthless man who never believed in love... until he met the girl who sang her way into his heart. 🔥 Rudra × Adhira 💍 strangers → Lovers → Soulmates 🌹 Drama | Angst | Spice | Romance ✨ Follow for updates & teasers ⚠️All the pictures used in this story are taken from Pinterest. I do not own any of them. ⚠️⚠️This story may contain mature scenes. Reader discretion is advised.

I beg to differ that.", I sassed and got out of his grip ready to move out of the room when he pulled me by my elbow and the next second I was pushed on the visitor's chair. He trapped me completely by keeping his palms on the arms of the chair. "I tried to tell you patiently.", I scoffed at his words. Patience and he don't go in a single sentence. He gripped my chin making me look into his eyes."Now listen carefully Miss, I want you for my niece as her babysitter. Tell me how much you'll take and we can seal the deal." This time it was me who blinked once, twice and thrice. "But I don't want to work for you." See the reason was absolutely clear. I liked the kid since the moment I met her but I hated this man from the moment I gazed into his eyes. "How much?" I frowned."You really think your money can make everyone dance on your tips?" "1200 dollars a week." I rolled my eyes making him lean towards me." 1500?" "Make it 15000 and still I won't work for you.", I retorted and pushed him. I walked to the door and gave him one glance."Next time when you talk to me, make sure you keep all your richness aside. That's one thing that I never want to see you again, you self-centred CEO." "We shall see." . . . Brave but lonely. Passionate but sensitive. That's Arielle Summers. For everyone, Money, Assets and happiness may be supreme but to her, self-respect is prime. Cold and reckless. Commanding and ruthless. That was Nicolas Arnold. He only cared for his niece, his Mama and his friends. Love life didn't exist until- she came into the picture. *No Toxic Relationship. No ex-crush/lover/fiance/wife. The male lead is the uncle of the child in this book, he's not a manwhore. There are no trust issues. * Impressive Ranking: #8 in love among 2.31M on 09/04/22 ©2021 ankitawrites_Xx CC: @YT_BookAwards_Covers

𝙄𝙣𝙙𝙞𝙖𝙣 𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙘𝙚 [𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗹𝗲𝘁𝗲𝗱] 𝘙𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩à𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘦l𝘴𝘶i𝘰𝘯. "Aditya, you were right. She's very innocent and naive," he said. Ruhi, upon hearing this, was taken aback. She continued to listen as Atharva said, "So what if I doesn't love her? It's her duty to please her husband." Ruhi's eyes filled with tears as she heard him mention that he had revealed the truth to her before Vikram did. Unable to bear the hurt, she disconnected the call. Atharva turned and saw her standing there with tears streaming down her face. "Was all of this a joke to you?" Ruhi asked, her voice trembling. Atharva approached her, holding her chin gently but firmly. "Why are you crying? Didn't you enjoy last night?" *** 𝗔𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘃 𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝗷𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ 29 years old, workaholic crowned prince with anger issues. Cold, arrogant, and ruthless, he is determined to protect his family but struggles to show his love. His grandpa has chosen his bride, and he accepts without complaint. Will he ever learn to love her? 𝙍𝙪𝙝𝙞 𝙨𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 : ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ 25 years old, a kind and gentle girl from Delhi who adores K-dramas. Engaged in a long-distance relationship with her college boyfriend, she is surprised when her grandpa arranges her marriage to Atharav. How will she handle this unexpected turn?

"You think John would've ever made you feel like this?" I asked darkly, lips brushing her nipple as my fingers circled her again. "You think he would've claimed you like I will?" She whimpered. And when I pushed two fingers inside her, her knees buckled. "Say it," I demanded. "Say you're mine." She shook her head, biting her lip. "I hate you." "Then hate me while I fuck you," I snarled, lifting her up with one arm under her thighs and carrying her to the bed of straw and soft woven sheets they'd laid out like a royal gift. I laid her down like a queen, but I wasn't here to worship. Not tonight. I was here to destroy. ❀.•°°•.✿.•°°•.❀ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭. A chaotic 20-year-old girl. A 38-year-old billionaire with a past soaked in blood. And one forest mistake that ended in a forced tribal marriage. She thought she'd drive him crazy. He thought he'd never fall. But fate had a different game- one with bullets, betrayals, and a heartbeat that refused to stop. When love becomes war, and death becomes a lie... 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚍 𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗... 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? ___________________________________________ ⚠️HIGHLY MATURE CONTENT | 18+⚠️ ⚠️ Spicy scenes ahead. 18+ only. Fully consensual & guideline-friendly.🔞 Started : 18 April 2025 Ended : 2 June 2025

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆...𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂. __________________________________________ |● 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈×𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐌 In a world where power whispers louder than screams & silence kills, where the walls have the stories that are meant to be hidden, where some vows are made in blood. Some in shadows, he sat on the throne. The throne born of ruin. And she-unseen, unheard, unwanted-was the only one who ever looked him in the eye... and didn't look away. She didn't belong to him. But she wasn't hers anymore either. He wanted to drag her into his world, ruin her with his silence, mark her where no one else could see. And yet, he stood there-cold, controlled, burning. Because the ache wasn't the worst part. The fact that he liked it was. Two unseen souls. One forced bond. And a storm no one saw coming. #2nd book in "His Bride" Series. ●Started on 3rd October. ROY♡

When I say Samaksh Rathore and Dhvani Shukla hate each other, I don't mean a little eye-roll or silent treatment kind of hate. I mean absolute, hard-core, blood-boiling hate. She's from Uttar Pradesh, daughter of a powerful political family-full of drama, chaos, and zero fear. He's from Rajasthan, heir to a wealthy business empire-swagger, charm, and sharp one-liners. Their worlds collided like firecrackers on Diwali. Their first meet? Vani stormed right in front of Samaksh's brand-new car, screamed at him like he was the villain of her movie, and-just to seal her point-she threw a stone straight at his ride. Sam, of course, didn't stay quiet. He roasted her so bad that the air was filled with insults louder than traffic horns. Their second meet? Worse. Another argument, another war. This time Sam threw the word "Bhagodi" at her, mocking the fact that she had run away from home. And Vani? She didn't waste a second-her hand flew, and the slap echoed louder than their shouting. Now, just the sight of each other makes their blood boil. If looks could kill, Sam and Vani would have destroyed each other long ago. Enemies isn't even the word... these two are living, breathing disasters waiting to explode.

"Aditya, I-" "Yes or No." His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. Shivalika didn't say anything. She knew if she replied with only Yes or No then it will bring up more Misunderstandings. But Her silence was enough for him. "The lies, the betrayal... You really thought I wouldn't find out?" Her eyes drifted to the papers in his hand-papers that would change everything. Her face paled. She had never imagined the truth would come out like this. "D-DNA report..." Her voice trembled. Her family was now frozen in shock. The betrayal was too much. His heart, once shattered, He had trusted her, believed her- But she had betrayed him. Not once, but twice. After all these years, she had hidden the truth about his daughter. "You hid it from me." His voice was thick "For eight years." His words were harsh. "I have a 7 year-old daughter, and I never knew she existed. I thought my child was dead! And you... you didn't think I had the right to know?" His voice broke into a whisper, one laced with pain. "I should've known. I shouldn't have trusted you after what you did to me eight years ago." Disgust curling his lips. For the first time, Shivalika saw hatred for her in his eyes, and it pierced her soul. But she knew she deserved it- every bit of his hate. She had broken him all over again. "You're a lawyer, right? You fight for human rights, but You took away my rights as a father." "Ms. Chauhan...You will regret hiding this from me. You've seen my love,and now... now you will see my Hate." "I didn't hate you when you left me. But today, today you've given me a reason to." His face twisted in a storm of fury, betrayal. "I'll make your life a living hell. This was all because of our family rivalry right? Now, I'll show You what a Real Rivalry looks like." Each word filled with venom, rage, and the promise of Vengeance. The man who had once been the hero of someone's story had now become the villain of his own. His Love turned into Vengeance.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

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.·:*¨༺ "𝓢𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓽 𝓹𝓻𝓲𝓷𝓬𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓽𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓾𝓻𝓮𝓭 𝓛𝓲𝓸𝓷𝓮𝓼𝓼" ༻¨*:·. ┏━━°❀•°:🎀:°•❀°━━━━━┓ 𝗥𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗸𝗮 ┗━━°❀•°:🎀:°•❀°━━━━━┛ The innocent, selfless girl endured constant neglect and cruel taunts, always hearing words. "𝘉𝘶𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘯," "𝘜𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴," "𝘜𝘯𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥." For the first fourteen years of her life, the people she called as family abandon her at an orphanage, severing all ties with her. She bore the pain with a smile, accepting the harshness, but when they finally left her behind, it broke her. Shattered, yet not defeated, she found strength in her faith, trusting in God to guide her through the pain. Just when it seemed like she had reached her breaking point, her life took a sudden turn. She was adopted by a towering, intimidating man. Shivendra Rathore, a ruthless businessman, once the feared Mafia King known as SR, was a force to be reckoned with. A man who was the father of five boys, each one intimidating, cold, and aggressive. Will Ruhanika be able to change their hearts? Will she be the one to melt the tough exterior of these devils? Will she ever find the true family she's longed for? Follow Ruhanika's journey as she learns that family isn't defined by blood, but by the heart. A story of love, transformation, and finding where you truly belong. "𝓐 𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓪𝓶𝓲𝓵𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓲𝓷 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝔀𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓭𝓸𝓮𝓼𝓷'𝓽 𝓹𝓾𝓶𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓼𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓮" - 𝐑𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧