They called her a burden. They called her unwanted. Aarohi grew up feeling like she did not truly belong anywhere. She learned to stay quiet, to not argue, and to not expect too much from anyone. Love was something she saw from a distance, not something she felt. One night, everything changed. On a stormy evening filled with loss and chaos, Aarohi's life takes a sudden turn. At the same time, the powerful Singhania family is dealing with a tragedy of their own. A family known for strength, discipline, and power suddenly finds their world shaken. When Aarohi's path crosses with the Singhanias, nothing feels simple. She is a stranger in a house filled with strong personalities, strict rules, and unspoken emotions. Six brothers with different natures. A father who believes responsibility comes before feelings. A home that feels big... but unfamiliar. Aarohi must learn how to adjust in a family that is nothing like the world she came from. Will she always feel like an outsider? Or will she slowly find a place where she is accepted not out of duty, but out of choice? This is a story about family, healing, strength, and finding a home in the most unexpected place. Because sometimes, the people who are not related by blood... become the ones who matter the most.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

"Why you accepted a widow woman like me as your wife" She said with painful tears and holding his collor tightly in pain, he just stare at her who is adorned in a beautiful red lahenga in which he always wanted to see her. He softly kiss her neck making her close her eyes than wishper in her ear with his dark husky voice "Because I loved you like crazy" She got shocked after hearing the words of the man to whom she get married to save the respect of the Royal Family _______________________________________________________ See the dark and romantic love story of the powerful female political leader who become widow at a young age and the most powerful DGP who is famous for his heartless behavior Aarvikim presents 𝘞𝘪𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘥𝘦

*𝘴𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘩!* What happens when Naina, a lively wedding planner, collides with Aarav, the grumpy heir of the Raichand family? "Is this your idea of a warm welcome?" Aarav huffs, dripping wet after an unexpected water splash. "Well, if you didn't show up unannounced, you wouldn't be soaking wet," Naina replies. As they navigate wedding plans filled with chaos, laughter, and unexpected sparks, will Naina break through Aarav's icy exterior? Or will their banter lead to something deeper amid the wedding chaos? "Just remember," Aarav warns, "this wedding won't plan itself, and I'm not interested in drama." "Drama? Please," Naina laughs. "I'm here to make this wedding unforgettable, and that might just involve a little chaos."

She came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞" 𝐃𝐂𝐏 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞, cold, quiet and dangerously controlled Known as "the devil in uniform," he's a man who shows no emotions and believes love is nothing but a distraction. With a face that could belong to a model and eyes that hide more than they show. Dhruv has built walls no one dares to cross. But everything begins to change when she walks into his life his best friend's sister. Off-limits, innocent and the only one who makes his heart do the one thing he hates 'feel' He had spent years running from her memory, avoiding her, burying every trace of what she once made him feel But after five long years fate brought her back into his life... unexpectedly, painfully, completely And just when he thought he had mastered the art of controlling feelings one moment turned everything upside down. A moment that left no space for thinking, only reacting. And that's how he ended up marrying her not by choice, but by circumstance One he never planned One she never wanted ___________ "𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚", with her radiant smile, cascading black-brown hair and sparkling eyes was a vision of warmth and beauty. Yet, behind her cheerful demeanor hide a secret her unrequited love for her brother's best friend but he always pushed her away for reasons he never revealed. One fateful incident shattered her world forcing her to leave everything behind and start a new life in another country. Five years later, Manvi returned to India unaware that the past she thought she had left behind was waiting to collide with her once again

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 - 𝔄 𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔫-𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Krish Rathore, the college golden boy, always got what he wanted. Fame, a glittering cricket career... and Riya Mehra. But Riya was different. Fierce, guarded, and terrified of love. She hated him when they first met. Yet despite herself, she came to see him as the light at the end of her tunnel. They once had everything: love, passion, and a future that burned bright. Until fate tore them apart and left nothing but ashes behind. Seven years later, Krish is a national cricket superstar, adored by fans and haunted by scandals but missing the one thing he truly desires. Then Riya walks back into his life with a tiny little surprise. But this isn't a sweet reunion. This time, they hate each other. This time, the wounds run deeper... and the fire burns hotter. And yet, beneath the anger and the bitterness, the spark refuses to die. One look. One touch. One scandal. And everything they buried threatens to explode. Bound by a marriage of convenience, can two people who burn each other alive find a way to love again? Or will the past consume them before their love can ignite once more? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

(Book #1 of Battle series) His eyes blazing with a rare fire. His grasp on her hand was tight enough to leave a bruise, his sword inches away from her neck. "Where are you trying to go, my love?" he whispered dangerously in her ears She gulped nervously for all she can see was the sword which could prick her skin any moment.She looked around to find out that she was surrounded, everything was broken and tarnished, the silk curtains were shredded into pieces, courtesy of his sword. Her silence angered him, his patience was on the edge. The presence of his own soldiers annoyed him, he wanted her cornered by him, he wanted her to fear him... only him. He pulled her with sudden force, she stumbled a bit but then it was his hold on her only which didn't let her fall. He dragged her to a room and threw her on the bed. Her eyes widened with fear, she tried moving to the far end of bed but failed miserably when he pulled her towards him by her wrist. "Who the hell gave you permission to go?" He screamed at her "Answer me!" he screamed again, the intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine "No one." She whispered "Then, why the hell did you try to run?" Even though she had answer, she couldn't speak. Gripping fear constricted her throat. She was trapped forever because deep down she knew there was no escape, no way out of here. The only way to survive was the battle but even that was hopeless. ☆☆✧☆☆✧ Lavanya Chatura, the beautiful princess of Chaturajy. A rebel to traditions and a fighter. But a single war changed her life into something, there's no escape from. Harshveer Daksesh, the cold hearted king of Daksesh. A brave, powerful and perfect king with no love, kindness and compassion. Some even believe that he's not human but a fire, fueled by anger. Will enemies turn into lovers? Is a string enough to keep 2 souls together? Will they win the battle where there's no hope of winning? To find out read Hopeless Battle

This story concerns a highly esteemed royal family residing in Udaipur, Rajasthan. The unwanted marriage of the to-be-crowned king of Rajasthan. The king of Rajasthan was unwillingly betrothed as part of his duty to provide a Queen for his kingdom. On the other hand, we have our female lead completely unaware of what's in store for her. With a very supportive business family, will she be able to take control of her life for the future? "Is there a happy ending in store?" "Will a love story unfold?" "Will the kingdom finally find their long-awaited queen?" "Will two opposite hearts ever cross paths?".... ~@meera_wrt.k