Book 2 of Arranged series She stood trembling, voice barely existing as she whispered, "Every inch of my body is full of scars, Arnav. Raw pain... misery. I'm already stained. My innocence and sanity were taken from me long ago." The closeness between them made sure her broken words reached him. Arnav went still. Emotion tore across his face-rage at her suffering, grief for the girl she once was, and a love so consuming it trembled through him. He stepped closer until his body pressed fully against hers. Their faces hovered inches apart, their breaths mingling in the small, shaking space between them. "What if I told you," he whispered, voice thick, "that I'm in love with every one of those scars, butterfly? That your pain wounds me deeper than a hundred bullets? That your 'stains' only prove how fiercely you survived-like the moon, scarred but breathtaking." He leaned in, breath brushing her lips. "What if I told you you're as pure as Maa Ganga to me?" A tear slipped down her cheek. "I will disgust you eventually." He let out a soft, pained chuckle. With a fingertip beneath her chin, he lifted her face gently. "Eyes on me, butterfly." It wasn't an order-it was devotion. "Disgust?" His voice broke slightly. "Do you even understand what you are to me?" He moved closer, caging her with his warmth, grounding her shaking form. "Let me show you," he whispered, promise dark and tender. Her eyes fluttered shut, overwhelmed. His voice sharpened, soft steel. "Dare you close your eyes." She opened them instantly. Their noses brushed-fleeting, electric. "Watch me worship you," he breathed. "Watch me devour you like the elixir you are. Watch me treasure you like the rarest artifact in existence." His gaze dipped to her lips. "May I?" She nodded, trembling. He didn't move. "Words, sunshine." "Yes," she breathed. A slow, dark smirk pulled at his lips-relief, hunger, devotion all woven into one expression. "Now see what you mean to me." Then Arnav kissed her.

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

This is my first ever book. It contains so many loopholes as the editing wasn't done nicely when I rephrased the story. So a genuine sorry to the readers to picked up this up and anyhow faced disappointment. 💛 #top 2 on 3.09.2025 #top 2 on 10.10.2025 #top 5 on 14.10.2025 #top 4 on 15.10.2025 #top 6 on 16.10.2025 This is republishing of the previous book with many changes and new additions read on your own risk .. Has been earlier rated as... MT: multiple times #1 in adult themes (MT) #1 in maturecontent (MT) #1 in romance #1 in couple #1 in arranged #2 in single parent #2 in Indian #2 in desi romance

Once a name whispered with admiration, Naira Singhania now lives in quiet corners of Mumbai - away from the noise, the judgments, and the past that never truly let her go. A former Goenka bahu turned outcast, her world turned upside down after being wrongly blamed for her brother-in-law's death. Her divorce from Kartik Goenka, now dating the minister's egoistic daughter Neha Khanna, broke more than just a relationship - it broke her spirit. But she didn't break completely. Destiny takes a surprising turn when Naira is selected as the official physiotherapist for Team India. There, amidst the roaring stadiums and glittering limelight, she crosses paths with Shubman Gill, the rising star of Indian cricket, known not just for his game but for the quiet intensity in his eyes. With him, her world doesn't feel like a battlefield anymore. But love, in her life, has never arrived unannounced or uncomplicated. Abhishek Sharma, her closest friend and teammate to Shubman, silently battles his own feelings for Naira. Torn between friendship, love, and loyalty, he watches the two souls drift closer while his own heart remains hidden in the shadows. And as if the past hadn't done enough damage, the present begins to threaten Naira again. A media circus. A leaked video. Public disgrace. Family names dragged into dirt. Kartik's ego, Neha's manipulation, and a nation watching every move, Naira must rise from the ashes all over again. But this time, she's not alone. Between whispered rooftop promises, heartfelt press conferences, bittersweet family ties, and quiet emotional breakdowns - Naira will learn to fight, to heal, and maybe to love again. "Phir Ek Baar Dil Ke Kareeb" isn't just a story. It's about second chances, forgotten friendships, broken hearts, and the courage it takes to trust again. Because sometimes, the heart finds its way back, phir ek baar, dil ke kareeb. BOOK 1 IN HIS LOVE SERIES

She left without a goodbye. He stayed without closure. Years later, Aarohi Mehta returns-not as the girl who once knew him better than anyone, but as the Indian cricket team's new performance analyst. Professional. Composed. Untouchable. Except there's one problem. Shubman Gill never forgot. And he never forgave. Now forced into the same space, every glance feels like a question, every word like a challenge, and every silence heavier than the truth they refuse to face. Because some stories don't end. They just... wait. And when the storm finally breaks- not everything survives.

They almost happened once. Then they didn't. Years later, they meet again. Timing, it seems, has its own sense of humor. --- Seher Arora & Shubman Gill They were never really part of the same world. Same grade. Same corridors. Different lives moving at different speeds. He was always in motion-fields, matches, laughter spilling into hallways. She stayed where things were predictable-classrooms, corners, thoughts she never quite said out loud. And yet- somewhere between passing glances and borrowed moments, they began to exist in the same frame. Not close enough to be something. Not distant enough to be nothing. He moved toward things without thinking too much. She thought about everything before she moved. And maybe that was the problem. Or maybe- that was the only reason they ever almost happened at all. NEW UPDATES EVERY MONDAY AND FRIDAY

"Can you do that Preet," Preet still in her place, looking at her with her shocked eyes, not believing her ears. "You are asking me to give up my right of becoming a mother," Preet murmures in a daze, still staring at the woman with no emotion whom she always considered her mother. "Never to carry m..my and Veer's child" her voice quivers a little in the middle due to the heaviness of the words she just utters from her lips. "How can you do this to Veer? You claim to love him, right?" she whispers and a single tear escaping from her eyes. "You take such a big step without telling or even informing me!! WHY??" Preet flinch badly and her whole body started shaking like a leave just by looking at the rage filled eyes of Veer. "You always want a baby of your own, right?Then why?? Huh..why did you suddenly take such a big decision why...Answer me, DAMN IT!!!" he shout angrily holding her forearms tightly and shook her fragile form. In his rage and pain, he didn't even notice her cry and her tears which are flowing like a waterfall. "V..eer" she again burst into cry unable to control her tears and the unbearable pain in her chest. He leave her with a jerk making her almost stumble on her feet but somehow she balances herself. "Fine, if this what make you happy then who am I to make choice for your body, fine, Damn FINE!!" He shouted, hurt and angry by her move and threw the first thing that comes in his hand against the wall which their picture. Preet covered her mouth with her trembling palm while sobbing looking at his condition. She never saw tears in her husband's eyes. She made her Veer cry. She is so cruel, she snatch his right of being a father. 'I never want this, Veer. No women want wants this. I am helpless. I am enforced, Veer' Preet Rajvansh and Veer Singh Rajvansh A perfect example of a match made in heaven. It is their story. The story of love, loyalty, greed, conspiracy and regret. The story of The Rajvansh Villa. (Not Edited)

𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 1 𝙤𝙛 "𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨" 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨! 𝗜𝗻 𝗮 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝘁𝗲𝗻 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝘀 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗱𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗺, 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝘀𝗼𝘂𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘃𝗲𝘀 𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻 𝘂𝗻𝗲𝘅𝗽𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗷𝗼𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗲𝘆-𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳-𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆, 𝘀𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗽𝗶𝘁𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗰 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗩𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗮 has always been the girl who blends into the background. A shy, soft-spoken 19-year-old from a modest family, she has spent her life believing that love-grand, passionate, all-consuming love-is meant for someone else. Not her. On the other hand, 𝗔𝘃𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗿𝗮 is a man who stands out in every room. A charming, confident 24-year-old pilot born into privilege, he's spent his life soaring through the skies, seeking excitement in every adventure. But beneath the easy smiles and playful flirtations, he's searching for something real, something that anchors him. When a single swipe on a dating app throws them into each other's orbit, neither expects the connection to be anything more than a fleeting spark. Yet, as their late-night conversations turn into something deeper, as stolen glances grow into unspoken confessions, they begin to unravel each other's hearts in ways they never saw coming. But love isn't just about butterflies-it's about weathering the storm. As doubts and differences arise, will Shivanya see her own worth, and can Avyansh prove his feelings are real?

This story is not for everyone. Not every marriage hides a gentle love story. Not every man is a hero. And not every girl is born brave enough to fight back. Some girls are raised to stay silent - taught to obey, to endure, to sacrifice. Their fear becomes their cage, their hesitation the reason they lose pieces of themselves little by little. And some men grow up believing power is love, dominance is care, and a wife exists only to surrender. This is not a fairytale. No prince is waiting at the end. Bound by an unexpected marriage to a man eight years older than her - a man once meant to become her brother-in-law - she is forced into the lavish yet suffocating world of the ruthless CEO of Acharya Industrialisation Pvt. Ltd. A man worshipped by society, feared by his employees, and shaped by a royal family where husbands are treated like gods and women are expected to kneel without question. He does not believe in love. He believes in possession. What begins as innocent hope slowly turns into quiet horror. Every gesture she once mistook for affection reveals something far darker beneath it. Her dream of a normal marriage dies a little more each day, until all she longs for is a single moment to breathe without fear. And him? He is not written to be redeemed easily. This story carries fragments of reality - the truths many women still live through behind closed doors, hidden beneath wealth, status, and perfect family names. It is cruel, emotional, uncomfortable, and painfully human. So read at your own risk. Because some stories are not meant to comfort you. Some are meant to haunt you.

Aashvi Joshi's life has always been shadowed by fear. Orphaned at nine, haunted by a tragedy she survived and a family that should have protected her, she has spent years trapped in a cage of cruelty and oppression. Her days are filled with trembling footsteps, whispered threats, and the constant weight of survival. Then he enters her life. Aadyan Rathore-a man feared in the world of power, a ruthless king in the shadows of the mafia, a man who commands empires with an iron hand. And yet, for her, he is soft, protective, and obsessive. In a world where danger lurks behind every corner, where betrayal is hidden behind polite smiles, and violence waits silently in the dark, their fates collide. He becomes her shield, her sanctuary, her obsession. She becomes the fragile queen who awakens a ruthless king's heart. But love in a world built on blood and power is never simple. As past traumas, dark secrets, and family conspiracies close in, will their fragile bond survive, or will the shadows claim them both? A story of delicate power of love-the fragile heart of a girl meets the unyielding might of a man who will stop at nothing to protect her. -------------------------------------- 💞