#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

BOOK TWO OF DARK SERIES "Jo karta hun puri shiddat se karta hun, abb chahe woh nafrat hi sahi. Aur uss nafrat ki hadd junoon mein badal gayi. Tumhe paane ka junoon". ~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•°~•° Reyansh Rai Singhania, 28 years old, a billionaire and King of his own business Empire. Cunning, notorious and loves to play dirty games to trap his prey. But behind the facade of cruel bastard resides a broken man who was despised by his own family, who left him at his worst, he is all alone in need of a companion. Aastha Rajput, 26 years old, a doctor thriving to reach heights of success. She's kind to those who deserves and has potential to show right place to the jerks. Her 'go and fuck off' attitude indeed keeps them far away from her. She's getting engaged to her old school crush unaware of the upcoming storm. When fate plays, it plays hard, it will throw you in the games that were never meant to be yours. "You let him touch you, my minx, do you know what I do to them who touch my property? His words were dangerously calm, an invitation of death. "He's my fiance, for god's sake, he has all rights over me w----- "Never.ever.repeat.that. or I might fvck you right in front of him, and no one can stop me". He uttered grinding his teeth. It's true though, he is capable of crossing all boundaries, what he said is probably easiest for him. "I'm not your property". I spat back, knowing very well, it ignited his rage. "Ohh really, my minx . He stepped forward, his eyes darker than earlier. "keep that in mind, you're mine to ruin, mine to claim and mine to break". I don't want to accept but that's true, the leash of my life is in his hands.... It's him and me, end of the story, even if he's the villain. "Just like I save people, I can kill too. Get lost before I rip your limbs out". Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

A twisted tale of obsession, control, and the kind of love that doesn't just 'owns' you... it unravels you in the most beautiful way. (Mature content ahead! Reader discretion is adviced )

❝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+| |

• Arranged Marriage • Romantic x Shy • Possessive ML • Sunshine FL • Obsession You can imagine your own leads💗 This is the orginal work✨

[Second book in Our Chance Series] "Can't you see I'm sleeping here." She said getting angry. "I can and that's why I'm telling you to move." He said tiredly. "I won't move, go and sleep somewhere else." She said huffing. "You're crazy if you think I'll sleep somewhere else instead of my bed," he said, pulling the sheet with a smug grin. One moment Neha was wrapped up in peace-and the next, she was on the floor, fuming. And when she splashed him with water seconds later, Rahul knew one thing for sure-he'd made a grave mistake. Neha Tripathi is loud, extroverted, and lives life like it's a full-on Bollywood comedy. Marriage wasn't on her bucket list-especially not to Rahul Saxena, her sworn enemy from school who still calls her Bunny. Rahul Saxena is calm, clever, and loyal-to his family, mostly. When they pressured him to marry, he picked the one girl who could match his fire with fire. Unfortunately, she also calls him Hog. Now they're married. Living under one roof. And driving each other absolutely insane. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐚𝐬 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬. 𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬?

Innayat Bedi × Divyansh Suryavanshi Divyansh Suryavanshi A 25 year old only son of Suryavanshi family. He only knows dominance and never use soft tone for anyone. Always have this emotionaless facade. He is Cold hearted CEO of one of the most prominent and richest empire "Suryavanshi Enterprise" which rules the business world. He only know how to win and never kneels for anyone. The most handsome bachelor. All girls are crazy for him but he has never fallen for any of them until it came to certain someone who not only made his heart skip a beat but also made him kneel in front of her. Divyansh smirked "Do you think me , Divyansh Suryavanshi will follow you?? Dream on Fucker!!! "I order and people listen that,s how it always works" " Get this kid out of my office!!! I hate kids!!! They Cry everyday and wants those stupid chocolates!!!" "I hate the women who lust over me!!! "SHE WANTS TO MARRY ME??HUH??!!! I WILL SHOW HER WHO IS SATAN!!!!" Innayat Bedi A 22 year old illustrator and soft hearted girl. She is a cute,shy and beautiful soul who only knows how to shower everyone with love and kindness. She is insecure about her appearance since childhood and thinks that noone will fall for her as she is not as pretty as to be fit in Indian beauty standards. She also has some dreams about her marriage like every girl. "Don,t call me kid just because I am short," Innayat pouted while complaining Divyansh with Cold tone said "Mom please stop this marriage nonsense at once I will never marry that girl " After sometime: Innayat sniffing controlling tears "I am not crying" Divyansh cupped her cheeks "Baccha~ Do you want Chocolate? Did someone bothered you ?Tell me? Your Divyansh will scold them". They say people change in love but let's see Divyansh Suryavanshi to take 360° turn after encountering our childish Innayat. A story where Satan fall for Angel and do the things he used to consider stupid yet he himself became foolish in her love

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

#1 𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘔𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦 ☆☆☆ "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘸 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘧𝘭𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘦𝘺𝘦𝘴. "𝘍𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦" 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘦𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥. ☆☆☆ • 𝐒𝐀𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀- 𝑔ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑖 𝑏𝑎𝑑𝑖 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑖 (𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑝𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑖𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑦) • 𝐑𝐔𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐇- 𝑔ℎ𝑎𝑟 𝑘𝑎 𝑒𝑘𝑙𝑎𝑢𝑡𝑎 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑎 (𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑦𝑜𝑢𝑟 ℎ𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑖𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑖𝑠 𝑚𝑦) ☆☆☆ 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴:- ~ 𝘈𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦 ~ 𝘚𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘛𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 ~ 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 ~ 𝘚𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ~ 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 ~ 𝘉𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 ~ 𝘉𝘢𝘥𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘪 𝘟 𝘌𝘬𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘢 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢 ~ 𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨ue