𝑲𝒚𝒂𝒏 𝐱 𝑨𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒓 | on hold. "I'd let you peel the sanity off my skin if it means you will touch me longer." 𝕿𝖜𝖔 𝖓𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘. 𝕺𝖓𝖊 𝖘𝖎𝖓𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙. 𝕴𝖙'𝖘 𝖆 𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖊𝖓𝖉. Four elite families. Centuries of power. A legacy so deeply rooted in control, corruption, and silent war---it became law. Power was never passed down---it was stolen, buried, and blood-stamped. They ruled the empire, bound together by secrets too brutal to speak aloud. Their alliances were never about trust. Only control. The heirs. They were raised for inheritance. Groomed for dynasty. But what once kept them powerful is about to tear them apart. Power will fail. Loyalties will break. The old order is cracked. Obsession is seeping into loyalty. Lust is poisoning bloodlines. And Ishq---the worst kind---might be the thing that ends it all. One wrong move, and the legacy collapses. What's buried, never stays dead.

[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....

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐀: A Tale of Kings, Mafia, and the Dark Dance of Love and Betrayal. DARK ROMANCE BOOK 🎀 This story contains multi couples and it's my first time writing with multi couples. The royal family of Rathore's in Rajasthan, there were four men who were not only respected as kings in their state but also the top tycoons of the country. They were known for their wealth and power, but little did anyone know that they ruled the dark underbelly of the mafia world as well. Their influence extended far beyond the borders of their kingdom, and their word was law in the criminal underworld. The story revolves around the tragic marriage lives of these four brothers and their families. Will Abhiraaj be able to bestow Aawanya with her rights, or will Aawanya choose to part ways with him after losing faith? Can Ishani bring Dev back from the dangerous Mafia World, or will she have to face the pain of losing him forever? Will Vardhan's heart ever be captivated by Jahnvi's love, or will Jahnvi's dreams be crushed? And finally, can Prakshit and Unnati create a bond that will last a lifetime? As the tale unfolds, the readers will witness the struggles, sacrifices, and triumphs of these four couples. Will they be able to stay together with love, or will one of them lose their love forever? Only time will tell. Please note that this is a fictional story and any resemblance to real-life events or individuals is purely coincidental.

#1 in Deals & Desires Series The life of a sunshine professor Pankti Bajaj(24),takes a drastic shift when she faces the harsh reality on her wedding night that she isn't married to her fiance instead to his elder brother - Maahir Raghuvanshi (30), a grumpy businessman, owner of Elayne Group of Hotels which he inherited as a part of his family's legacy. She was betrayed by life, shattering her dreams and wishes connected with her fiance whom she met through an arranged marriage setup but now she is bound to be the wife of Maahir Raghuvanshi and has no option other than to spend the rest of her life in Raghuvanshi Mansion where each wall has a story to tell, a mystery to solve. But here comes the question - Was that game actually planned by destiny or was there someone who wanted them to tie themselves in the sacred knot of marriage? If yes, then who is it?

#𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 They said grief changes people. But I remember when I looked at him, he didn't look broken. He looked awakened. Like a man who had finally found a reason to breathe again. Unfortunately, that reason was me. There's nothing loud about him. Forget raising his voice he barely speaks unless he has to. He just watches quietly, like a wolf waiting for its prey to stop running. When a man like him decides you're his, he doesn't need to say a word. He didn't have to touch me to make me feel trapped. He just had to look. And maybe that's what chains really are...not metal or rope, but the slow suffocation of being seen, claimed, and never asked if you wanted to be free. If the girl I was four years ago had seen who I am today, she would have laughed at herself, completely unaware that one day she would herself say that: Arhaan Mirza is my fate, my curse, my damnation and the chains of desire my soul refuses to break free from. ~ Arhaan X Eyana