𝙍𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙣 × 𝙏𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙖 🖤✨ 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙊𝙣𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙑𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙤𝙪𝙨 𝙎𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 ( A standalone Novel Also) Untying her the man said, "I got what I wanted you may go back wherever you want" "Do you think they will accept me after everything you have done?" she said giving a vengeful look. "What was my fault? Why do you destroy my life?" she screamed. "Your fault is that you are that man's daughter" he said coldly holding her chin with one hand. . . . Sarfaraaz Talukder Rayan, son of an ex politician is a businessman with secrets. He has nourished an ocean of vengeance from his childhood for an army person. The aim of his life is to destroy that man's dignity and snatch away happiness from his life. Tania Shafiq Hussein, daughter of Major Shafiq Hussein, is a medical student, an epitome of innocence. She is the apple of the eyes of the whole family. . . . What will happen when Tania's peaceful life is destroyed by Sarfaraaz, who makes her hated by her own family, her father who loved him more than anything. How does she help him heal despite being destroyed by him? Will love ever bloom between them or they just remain as enemies?

Not every villain is heartless. Some fall in love too deeply... and that's what makes them dangerous.✨️

Rihaan : "Anya is like the sun... she's the one who makes everything warm and bright, even when I'm scared. I think, if I hold onto her long enough, maybe the world will stay like that-soft and warm, and I won't have to worry about the dark." Ananya : "I would break myself a thousand times if it meant he could stay unbroken. His heart is a fragile thing, and mine will always be the shield that holds him safe from a world that doesn't deserve his light." _______ In the sequel to Innocence, life for Ananya and Rihaan is messy, yet beautifully tangled. Their days are filled with laughter, love, and the subtle ache of a past Rihaan can't fully recall. Ananya, ever the protector, cherishes his innocence, but beneath the childlike demeanor lies a brokenness he's unable to confront. One day, the cracks in Rihaan's facade begin to show. His playful nature falters, and the depth of his trauma surfaces. Ananya is forced to confront a truth she's long feared: Rihaan's past is far darker than she ever imagined. When Raj, Rihaan's brother, finally reveals the horrors he endured in his childhood, Ananya makes it her mission to heal him, to strip away the layers of pain and replace them with love. But Rihaan's mind-torn between the child he once was and the man he's supposed become-resists. The harder Ananya tries, the deeper the battle becomes, as Rihaan's past and present collide in ways neither of them can control. In the end, can love heal what the mind refuses to remember? Or will the ghosts of his past break them both?

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

𝗔 𝘄𝗲𝗱𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗻𝘀 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘀 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝗼𝗺 𝗿𝘂𝗻𝘀 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆... 💔 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘂𝗽 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗜𝗣𝗦 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗶𝗰𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗮𝗱👀✨ 𝗧𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝘀. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲. 💍 𝗔 𝟵𝟬'𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝘃𝗼𝘄𝘀 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝘀...👀💌

1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content

Ilamathi × Ilamaaran For four years, Ilamathi - a 25 year old aspirant lived in silence. Four years of endless UPSC and TNPSC preparation. Four years of hope, failure, and disappointment. Every attempt chipped away a piece of her confidence, until she stopped speaking to the world. To her parents, she was no longer their ambitious daughter; she was a burden. But deep down, Ilamathi knew the truth: she was not a burden. She was a girl who had lost her faith in herself. When her family arranges her marriage, she accepts quietly, without hope. But she does not expect her groom, Ilamaaran, a 28-year-old cybersecurity specialist, to be so different. Warm, charming, and full of life, he does not just step into her world, he quietly works to change it. Ilamaaran does not rush her. He does not demand her love. Instead, he gives her patience, respect, and encouragement. Through small acts such as a smile, a kind word, and a gentle nudge, he slowly pulls her out of her silence. Marriage for them is not about passion at first. It is about rebuilding trust, finding peace, and rediscovering dreams. And somewhere between quiet evenings and heartfelt conversations, Ilamathi starts to believe again, that maybe she can get what she truly desires and find hope for the future.

When Aarohi Singh loses everything in her life, metaphorically and literally, she finds herself turning to nowhere but her bestfriends house for shelter. For a home. Buried deep within study loans, completing her MBA, and looking for a job, she needs to save the last of her last pennies to at least rent a house in New Delhi. But a job comes with a degree, and there are still six months left for that. The best friend is about to get married, and there's none house better than that of an upcoming wedding one to stay. She can keep her share of secrets, and still live there without having to explain what had went wrong in her life. For how long though is the question when your best friend's brother is not only someone who gets on your nerves, but also someone so beautiful that you can't resist as much as you try. Kabir Verma. Graphical engineer. Living a bachelor's life in Bangalore. A simple sorted guy. At least that's what he thought before meeting Aarohi when he arrived home prior three months for his sister's wedding. He had never thought, any one in the world could make your world of emotions as upside down, as Aarohi did his. And he hated every ounce of it. That's what he told himself anyways, until he had figured out, that he can't keep away from her, and she can't resist him for long. But how long could such a forbidden attraction continue, especially in India. Especially when she's your sister's best friend. Especially when it turns into love. Amidst the celebration of an upcoming wedding, feelings get lost, emotions whirl around, romance turns forbidden, and hearts are found.

A Dark Romance Story where love isn't soft... it's consuming. ✦ ───────── ✦ ❀ ✦───────── ✦ She looked into his eyes, her heart racing, her voice trembling yet filled with an unspoken longing. "Make me yours, Professor," she whispered, like a confession she could no longer hold back. He didn't look away. His gaze stayed fixed on hers-cold, distant, and guarded. A man who had already loved once... and lost. After a heavy silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and firm, "I can't... not in this lifetime." ✦ ─────── ✦ ❀ ✦ ────── ✦

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.