{𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝟭 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗮𝗳𝗶𝗮 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀} 𝗔 𝗦𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒉𝒊𝒎-𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒊𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𝗦𝗶𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗮 𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗿𝗮 barely stepped out of her house unless necessary. Reality had failed her too many times. Love? It was a lie. People? Untrustworthy. The only place she felt safe was between the pages of her dark romance books - where men were possessive, love was dangerous, and betrayal didn't break you beyond repair. But fiction wasn't supposed to become reality. And then she met him. 𝗥𝘂𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗮. Mafia King. Busines Tycoon. A name whispered in fear. A man who didn't need permission to take what he wanted. She never believed in love anymore. But this wasn't love. This was obsession. One stolen glance at her in the crowd, and her world was no longer hers. Because when a villain falls, he doesn't fall alone. And Sitara? 𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝘆 𝗵𝗶𝘀. __________________________________________ "He was my Darkest Temptation." ~SITARA~ "She was my Sweetest Sin" ~RUVANSH~

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐕 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀 × 𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐜𝐞𝐨 × 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝕮𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊..... ══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══ Riya... Just riya. No surname... She left that behind for good. For the past three years, she had been his personal assistant. Efficient, smart, and unfailingly reliable. From not even knowing how to work a coffee machine to anticipating what Aarav wanted before he even asked, she had grown so much. To most people, she seemed simply reserved, maybe even distant. But there was a heaviness in her eyes, an unspoken story she carried in silence, waiting for the moment it could no longer stay hidden. --- Aarav Malhotra... a man people didn't argue with. CEO and director of his father's legacy, he ran his office like a battlefield. Mistakes weren't forgiven. Mediocrity wasn't tolerated. He was sharp, cold, and precise, a presence that demanded attention. Yet behind the suit and the stern expressions, there was another side to him. Around family, his walls came down. The sharp edges softened. He became gentle and caring. To most, he was unapproachable. But to the few he allowed close, he was everything he seemed not to be. --- What happens when aarav asks Riya's hand in marriage for convenience? Would their story only be limited to convenience? Or will the two lives bloom into something beautiful? --- Age gap (6 years) Arranged marriage Trauma healing Slow burn --- #2 in india (29.04.2026 and more)

𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐞𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐥. Forced into a Bratva marriage to settle a blood debt, Alina is delivered to the Reznikov estate like an offering - silent, soft-spoken, and smart enough to know that survival means obedience. Aleksei Reznikov is the coldest man she's ever met. He doesn't raise his voice. He doesn't touch her. He barely looks at her. But beneath his stillness lies a storm. He rules with silence, kills with precision, and makes promises in Russian that chill her to the bone. He tells her not to run. That she belongs to him now. That if she disobeys, he won't raise a hand - he'll break her with nothing but words. But as walls crumble and secrets unravel, the most dangerous thing of all isn't the violence outside their gates. It's the quiet pull between a girl who was never supposed to matter... And the man who swore he wouldn't feel. A slow-burn, dark arranged marriage romance. He's a Bratva heir. She's his obligation. So why is he starting to look at her like she's everything? 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐁𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 ༺༒︎༻ 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 ✓ 𝟔𝟒 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬

Daria Cole never expected her quiet high-school tutor partner to return as the new Mafia King of New York. Nico Costa. Bigger. Colder. Tattooed. And looking at her like she's the only softness he'll ever touch. She thinks they're just friends. He knows better. "Say the word," he murmured against my neck, "and I'll ruin any man who thinks he can touch what's mine." A soft, innocent girl. A very dangerous man. Five years of tension ready to explode. A Dark Romance #1 Sunshinexgrump (Dec 15th) #1 bwwm (Dec 17th) #1 mafiaboss (Dec 17th) #1 yearn (Dec 18th) First Book : Kill For Her Book Two : Enzo Wow! You guys have been showing so much love! Thank you! Trigger warning: This story contains sexual content and mature themes. Reader discretion is advised.

I see her... she's standing in my room, glowing. Draped in a deep red saree that hugs her curves like it was stitched by desire itself. Her long hair flows down in soft waves, her maang tikka catching the light. Her lips-those familiar, infuriating, plump lips-glossed and slightly parted. She looks... like a bride. My bride. I forget to breathe. The room is quiet, dimly lit. She doesn't say a word-just looks at me. Not shy, not bold. Just... there. As if she belongs. My steps are slow as I walk toward her. My hand lifts on its own, trailing gently along the silk of her saree until it reaches her bare waist. Warm. Soft. Real. She doesn't flinch. Her eyes hold mine, and I'm not sure if my heart is racing or stopping. My gaze drops to her lips. God. I lean in, one hand resting on her waist, the other brushing her cheek. Her breath warms mine. My eyes flutter shut, lips just inches from hers... Knock. Knock. I freeze. My lips hover, not touching. "Who's knocking?" I whisper, eyes still closed. She giggles. "Open your eyes and see." I frown. Knock. Knock. Knock. Louder now. Her voice begins to fade. "Open your eyes, Aarav..." she whispered near my lips. ____ She came to the city chasing her dreams. He became the distraction she never saw coming. And what will happen when Aarav and Priya's fathers clash with each other? To find the answers to all these questions, you'll have to read this story. So please read this story and shower it with lots of love. And don't forget to follow me! 🤞😘💖

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.

"𝑰𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒓𝒚 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑻𝒂𝒓𝒂... 𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒔 𝒄𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒛𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆." She grew up learning that love hurts. A scar above her eyebrow... a childhood filled with fear... a mother she lost too soon. Now, with only one week to arrange 25 lakhs, she's forced into a world she never wanted- and into a marriage with a man who looks at her like she's already his. But some stories aren't about falling in love... they're about surviving it. And sometimes... you don't realize which one you're doing until it's too late. Read the story to know more.