⭒❃.✮:▹"𝓞𝓾𝓻𝓼 𝓲𝓼 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓴𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓲𝓶𝓮 𝓮𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓮𝓼."◃:✮.❃⭒ Shivendra Rathore, a 26-year-old man, has just returned to his birthplace in Rajasthan after living for years in Mumbai. Despite his family owning a large business corporation, Shivendra carved his own path, launching a successful company of his own. By the age of 25, he was crowned the undisputed king of the Indian mafia underworld. Aryavi, 22 year old girl, grew up in an orphanage alongside her younger sister. Without a surname, she remains no less remarkable. A radiant beam of sunshine yet cunning, Aryavi is fiercely protective of her sister, her only family. Now in her first year of LL.B. She dreams of becoming a criminal lawyer to fight for those who cannot fight for themselves. Yet she carries a secret, no one knows. Once inseparable childhood best friends, life's responsibilities pulled them apart. Shivendra chasing his ambitions in Mumbai and Aryavi staying in Delhi to continue her studies. Years later, fate brings them back to Rajasthan at the same time, but with an unexpected twist, they are bound by an arranged marriage. Once best friends, now strangers, the distance between them is wide but in that very strangeness, a pure and true love begins to blossom. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Their love was like infinity without beginning or end, endless and unchanging, a timeless force that no obstacle could diminish, forever binding their souls across time and space. ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Tropes - CEO × Lawyer Middle Child × Eldest Child Mafia King × Secret Identity Arranged Marriage Childhood Sweethearts Royal Romance He Fell first and She Fell harder. Power Couple Energy Marriage of Convenience

Some debts are paid in blood. Zayran Malik chose a different currency. Aayat Raichand has spent her career inside the minds of dangerous men. She never expected to live in one's house. When her father is arrested on charges she knows in her bones are wrong, Aayat has exactly forty-eight hours and zero options. The man sitting across from her with an unsigned contract and her father's freedom in his hands is Zayran Malik, feared mafia king, renowned trauma surgeon, and the last person on earth she would choose. The terms are simple. Marry him. One year. No questions about his business. No contact with her father. She signs. Their marriage is a cold war conducted in expensive rooms. He is controlled where she expected cruelty. Distant where she expected dominance. He gives her space she didn't ask for and draws lines she cannot cross. She studies him the way she studies every dangerous thing carefully, clinically, from a safe distance. The distance doesn't hold. Because the longer Aayat lives inside Zayran's silence, the more she finds things that don't add up. Not just about her father's case. About him. About the grief he carries like a second skeleton. About the way he looks at her sometimes... like she is something he has been waiting a very long time to lose. She is a forensic psychologist. She knows what a man hiding something looks like. She just isn't prepared for what he's hiding. °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ Cruel Devotion is a dark romance about a forced marriage, a buried truth, and a love so carefully concealed it nearly destroyed everything it was trying to protect. Some monsters are made by grief. Some are made by the wrong kind of trust. And some were never monsters at all.

𝚩𝛐𝛐𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝛐𝐟 "𝚮𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬." In the dark underworld of Mumbai, Rudra Chauhan is feared as the ruthless mafia king who feels nothing and trusts no one. Until he meets Ketki, a blind, kind-hearted woman who can't see his darkness... yet somehow sees him more clearly than anyone ever has. She is innocence. He is danger. She brings light. He lives in shadows. But when enemies target Ketki to break him, Rudra will burn the whole city to protect the only person who ever touched his heart. A dangerous love. A blind heroine. A mafia king who finally learns to feel. Welcome to His Blind Love.

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

What will happen when an innocent girl becomes madly deeply obsession of a ruthless Man? This is the story of Shaurya and Sanchi. Sanchi - she is written by lord Shiva. Sanchi is a very innocent girl. She is an orphan girl. Her nature is just like her name - 'peaceful'. But her life is completely opposite to her nature. She works in an orphanage in Ujjain and she is happy with the children there. Shaurya Agnivanshi - A very ruthless businessman and secret mafia king of India. He does not think even a second before taking someone's life. But on the other hand he is a soft hearted person but only for his family. He never believed in love and marriage. But his family wants him to get married and settle down in his life. But he always refused their wish. He has never liked any girl in his entire life till date. What will happen when these two meet each other? Will Shaurya allow Sanchi to rule his heart? Will Sanchi let Shaurya love her? Let's find out together © All Rights Reserved

"𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢, 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩." ✯ -------------------- ✿ ✯ ✿ -------------------- ✯ "I hate you more than anything else!" he said coldly, his eyes burning with disdain. But instead of anger, her lips curved into a mischievous smile. "At least you feel something for me. And something is always better than nothing, my Love." Her voice was soft, almost dreamy, as though hatred itself was a form of intimacy for her. With that, she turned her back to him, still smiling faintly, and drifted into sleep. He stared at her in disbelief, his chest rising and falling with unspoken emotions. ✯ -------------------- ✿ ✯ ✿ -------------------- ✯ He was everything, she wasn't. Full of life, innocent, kind-hearted, and charming enough to win anyone's heart. A true prince charming, with dreams too pure for the world, he was about to enter. And she? Cold. Arrogant. Ruthless. The kind of girl, who'd burn down the world for what she wanted. But fate had other plans. When Adhrit Mishra, a simple boy from a middle-class family, crosses paths with Anaisha Mehrotra, an arrogant heiress of unimaginable power, he never imagined, that one encounter would change his destiny forever. What started as arrogance, soon turns into obsession - the kind, that blurs the line between love and possession, desire and destruction. Now trapped in Anaisha's twisted world of passion, power, and control, Adhrit must face a terrifying truth - love isn't always tender, and some cages are built with affection, instead of iron. Will he survive her madness? Or will he end up loving the very reason for his misery? ✯ -------------------- ✿ ✯ ✿ -------------------- ✯ Thankyou for giving this story a chance!

✭ 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗜𝗻 '𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀' Nishtha~ "I think you should try flirting with someone who is interested in you. Because I am not at all interested in you or your good looks, Mr. Ahuja." Samarth~ "I will see how much longer she can resist my charm." ° ° ° NISHTHA CHANDWANI A single mother and fiercely independent, Nishtha works as the PA to the CEO of one of India's top publishing houses. Her life revolves around her 3-year-old daughter, Mishka, who is her greatest joy and biggest responsibility. Haunted by a traumatic past, Nishtha hides her pain behind a cold, no-nonsense demeanor, refusing to let anyone get too close. Love and trust? She is done with those illusions. DR. SAMARTH AHUJA A celebrated psychologist with a magnetic charm, Samarth is used to getting attention wherever he goes. Known for his playful flirting, he thrives on the chase but never lets things go too far. However, behind the carefree facade lies a man who fiercely protects those he loves. Samarth is someone you want on your side- a loyal friend who will go to any lengths to safeguard his people. But cross him, and his cunning mind can become your worst nightmare. ° ° ° What happens when an obsessive heart meets an unyielding soul? In this gripping tale of love, obsession, and danger- Nishtha and Samarth's worlds collide in ways neither of them could have foreseen.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐡 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ♡ My heart started pounding when I saw him after ten long years. Those dark brown eyes, the way his dimples show when he smiles. Yes, it's him. My first love. I'm on cloud nine. I can't believe he's standing in front of me. My handsome. But then, reality hit me hard. He's not mine. He doesn't even know me. He might not even know I exist. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I faced the painful truth. He was my first crush, but over time, I fell deeply in love with him. I always waited for him, thinking I had lost him forever. I believed I'd never see him again. Today, seeing him after a whole decade, the pain is unbearable. I don't want to accept the truth. I want him to be mine. I want to be his. I want us to be together forever. Will he ever be mine? Will fate bring us together? Can I ever forget him? Will he ever accept me? To find out, dive into "HEARTFELT ROSES." Started on: 01/01/24 Ended on: 12/09/24 Copyright ©️2024

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

"Veer ji!" she declared dramatically, standing like she was leading a protest. "We want to go inside our room. You cannot keep us standing here." OUR room?! "I am your legally married wife," she continued, placing a hand on her chest like she was reciting a national pledge. "And he is your son." I swear to god, my soul left my body for a second. MY WHAT?! "MY SON?!" I exploded, staring at her like she had grown three heads. "Gosh, I HAVE A SON WITHOUT EVEN TOUCHING MY OWN DAMN WIFE?! JUST GREAT!" Siya just smirked. Siya Rathore never imagined herself in an arranged marriage-let alone to Veer Pratap Singh, the cold, brooding heir of a Rajasthani royal family. Where Siya is soft-spoken and gentle, Veer is gruff and distant, a man of few words but piercing stares. Thrown into a world of tradition, grandeur, and expectations, Siya struggles to find her place in a marriage that feels more like a contract than a bond. But in stolen glances and quiet moments, she begins to see glimpses of a man who isn't as unfeeling as he appears. Veer never wanted a wife. But Siya-shy yet strong, delicate yet determined-is unraveling the walls he spent years building. And no matter how much he tries to resist, fate has a way of bringing souls together... even the most unlikely ones. 💛 A slow-burn, grumpy x sunshine arranged marriage romance set against the backdrop of Rajasthan's royal legacy.