She was never loved. Not by the world. Not even by her own father the man who tried to sell her when she was only seven. Growing up unwanted, she stopped asking for fairy tales. She stopped believing in miracles. All she ever wanted was simple to be chosen. To be kept. To be loved just once in her life. So when marriage came, she thought maybe this was it. Maybe this was her escape from a childhood filled with betrayal. Maybe her husband would finally see her worth. But she didn't know the truth. The man she married wasn't looking for love. He was looking for revenge. Haunted by the death of his parents, he vowed to destroy the man responsible. And when fate placed the daughter of his enemy in his hands, he made a promise she would suffer for her father's sins. To her, he was hope. To him, she was punishment. In a marriage built on revenge and innocence, can love survive? Or will hatred burn everything before it even begins?

What happens when a kingdom discovers a truth that was never meant to exist? The king of Himachal Pradesh. Five powerful princes-raised to believe they knew their bloodline, their legacy, their family. Until one truth shatters everything. There is another heir. A princess. Hidden. Erased. Unspoken. A princess whose very existence was buried by her own mother. Mahnoor-a Vitiligo princess, marked by difference, raised far away from the kingdom that should have been hers. Living in Italy, unknown to the world that was meant to bow to her. While her brothers rule with power and pride... she lives in silence. But secrets don't stay buried forever. And when the truth finally surfaces-when the king and his sons discover the daughter they never knew existed-blood will question blood, power will clash with truth, and a forgotten princess will return... not just to be seen- but to be reckoned with. Because some heirs are born into crowns... and some are hidden from them.

☆☆☆☆☆☆A Dark Romance Book☆☆☆☆☆ TROPES ●Contract Marriage. ○Forced Marriage. ○Both Fell together and harder. ☆EnemiesToLovers ●Mature Scene. ○Bre@st Kink. ●Touch him or her die. ○Strong and Sassy FL. ●Possessive &Obsessive ML. ○Mafia. ●Dark Romance. ○Mystery. ☆Hate to Love... Many More............ Warning-This Book Contain mature scene

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆-𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. "Vaani, we're getting married next week and that's not a proposal. It's a statement and you better accept it." Anger rushed to me. How dare he? He really thinks that he can walk into my life and ask for marriage? Oh no he is not even asking. "And you just decided that, Kabir? You didn't even ask me once before deciding." I said and pushed him away, he smiled sarcastically. "Look who is talking. Did you? Vaani kapoor? Did you ask me for once? Before abandoning the guy who trusted you with everything because something happened between us that wasn't supposed to happen? Did you ask before ghosting me for weeks? Did you ask before deciding that you will raise our child alone?" he said and the words caught on my throat. I know I am wrong. But getting married to him would make it more complicated for all of us. "Yes, I accept I did all that but who are you to decide that I will marry you?" I asked and he just inhaled then walked to the bench and picked up my bag. "I am..." he looked at me again. "The father of your child."

REVERSE AGE GAP SPORTS ROMANCE 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐛 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚... She sat in the wedding mandap, feeling extremely nervous about her wedding. Le Her Groom's Inner Feelings- "Agar Shadi Ke Baad Teacher Ne Assignment Maange To Mai Pakka Is Rayyan Chut!ye Ko Pit Dunga". He was her student - Rayyan was her younger brother.

He could put a bullet through a man's head without blinking. He left no enemies of his alive , until it was her . A forced marriage built on hatred and possession . Then came pankhuri . She was never supposed to wear his sindur , But became his Jaana . Then an obsession neither of them had the sense to call love. Abhimanyu memorised her breath , and Began devouring her . Until - She had no soul to fight against him . She became captive of his ruin . He became her only salvation . What began as contract , slowly became his redemption . What they thought was a happy ending , Changed their life . His brother. His blood. And his brother's murder . The woman he loved was the same enemy he had planned to kill . He doesn't stop loving her. He simply starts hating her with the same intensity. And that is far worse. While he tears apart the woman apart . She discovered a secret , her parents death . Something that haunted her through her life And a man which she wanted to share her pain with , Was the same man who watched them die . The deeper they go, the less anything makes sense. Why their families? Why him ? Why them? And why does every road eventually lead back to the same buried darkness? There are no clean hands in this story. Only people carrying secrets they don't know they're carrying. Love turns into obsession. Obsession turns into hatred . And hatred refuses to kill what love left behind. Because sometimes the most dangerous thing about loving someone isn't that they can destroy you. It's that even after they do, you still want them. Will Abhimanyu destroy her for something she never did ? Will she forgive him ? Or , worse it was all her plan since the beginning ? Somewhere between the darkness little pankhuri and Abhimanyu waited for each other , in each lifetime before they had forgot About each other . Some stories start with love , theirs end with hate . Is it love or destruction ?

This story is about a man who rejected love before he understood its worth and a woman who learned how to live after losing it. When a royal alliance forces Heer Rathore into a contract marriage with Hriday Agnivanshi-the same man who broke her heart years ago-she enters the relationship with no expectations, no hopes, and no intention of looking back. Polite, graceful, and distant, she gives him everything a wife should except the one thing he never valued when it was offered freely-her love. This is not a story about a broken heart healing. What begins as a marriage of duty slowly becomes something far more complicated. Because while Heer is busy forgetting the man she once adored, Hriday finds himself haunted by the woman who no longer looks at him the same way. A story of quiet heartbreak, unspoken longing, second chances, and a love so slow it takes years to bloom, this is not the tale of a woman falling in love. It is the tale of a man realizing far too late that he already had been loved. Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are sealed with blood.

"𝑰𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓." Devraj Suryavanshi is on the verge of becoming one of the country's youngest MLAs, carrying a political legacy built on power, loyalty, and secrets no one dares to question. Vedika Shekhawat is a fearless journalist determined to uncover the truths his family has spent years burying. She was never supposed to become part of his life. To Devraj, Vedika was meant to be nothing more than a weapon in the revenge he had planned against her father. A pawn whose name could wound the man he held responsible for destroying his family. Instead, she became the one weakness he could no longer control. Bound together by a marriage neither of them can escape, Vedika finds herself trapped inside the Suryavanshi empire, where every smile hides an agenda, every relationship carries a debt, and every locked door guards a truth written in blood. The deeper she digs into Devraj's family, the more dangerous her questions become. Why was she kept away from India for twenty years? What truly happened between the Shekhawats and the Suryavanshis? And why does the man who married her for revenge protect her as though losing her would destroy him? Some secrets were buried to protect a legacy. Some were buried to hide a crime. And some were buried because the truth could ruin them both. For the first time, Devraj must choose between the Virasat he was born to protect and the woman he would burn it all down for. Because she was supposed to be the price of her father's sins. Instead, she became the reason Devraj might destroy everything he was born to inherit.

"You want me to raise your son as mine... and make an innocent maid raise a child who isn't hers, just to protect your perfect image as Yuvraj?" To save an innocent newborn from being killed by his own father simply because he was born to the wrong woman He made a small cut on his thumb and filled the frightened maid's hair partition with his blood. "You may be the Crown Prince... but from today onward, lower your gaze whenever you look at my wife and my son."

"𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈... 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐉𝐈" SHE'D NEVER THOUGHT HE'D GET ON HIS KNEES... The rain hasn't stopped. But people did. Ganga ghat pe aarti abhi khatm hui thi. Hawa tez thi. The diyas flickered. Rain started. soft at first, then heavier. People grabbed their dupattas, rushed up the ghat steps. "Humare liye prem hi pooja hai. Aur pooja hi prem" she cut him off mid sentence "Toh kariye humari pooja" And he did. Woh uske samne sar jhuka ke baith gaya... "Aaj se Kartavya Rajpurohit aapke hua, kashi ji." Aaj se kartavya Rajpurohit aapke huye... "Hum nahi jaante prem kaise hota hai. Par jo bhi hai. woh aap hi ho." I don't know what love is supposed to feel like. I never did. But I know that before you, mornings were just mornings. Now they're the time I wonder if you slept well. I know that when you laugh I forget what I was doing. I know that when you're upset something in my chest pulls, like it's mine to fix, like it was always mine to fix. I have never fought for anything in my life. Never raised my voice. Never asked for anything. But for you I would learn. For you I would show up at every ghat, every lane, every place you've ever been, just to be where you are. I don't know what to do with this feeling. It's too big and I'm not a big person. But it's yours. All of it. Whatever this is, it's yours. Kashi Zaveri : who loved loudly, never knowing someone was just as gone for her. Kartavya Rajpurohit : who prayed with his whole heart, and loved the same way. This is their story. And this is banaras. Galiyon ki, ghaton ki, diyon ki. Families ki jo ghar jaisi lagti hain. Prem jo ki pooja jaisa mehsoos hota hai. Par Banaras sirf aarti aur phool nahi hai. Yahan dariya bhi hai. Aur dariya kabhi kabhi sab baha le jaata hai. 🌷Prem laat series book #1