"The servants are still awake downstairs. My wife is just down the hall." ​"You shouldn't have come up here tonight," I say, my voice low, a deep baritone that carries a sharp, aristocratic edge. ​"H-Hukum... main toh bas..." I choked out, a hot tear spilling over my lashes as my hands tightly fisted into the simple fabric of my faded cotton tunic (poshak). I looked up into his cruel, handsome face, completely trapped in the golden cage of his desires. (Hukum... I was just...) __________________________________ I want to warn everyone right at the start: this story is extremely dark and contains a lot of disturbing content. If this isn't your cup of tea, please don't read it. I don't want any negative comments, as I have already given you fair warning.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

Prem-Leela Series Book- 01 𝐌𝐫𝐬. 𝐑𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐥 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 (𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚𝐣 𝐱 𝐒𝐢𝐲𝐚) "Marry me, Siya," his voice whispered. I should have laughed. I should have refused. What place did I have in his grand world of palaces and politics? And yet, I found myself saying yes. In a sunlit courtyard filled with the fragrance of marigolds and the cheers of villagers, I became Mrs. Regal Rathore, Queen of Raipur. But this was more than a marriage; it was a rebirth. Mature content ahead! Started - 4.07.2024 Ended - 6.04.2025 Copyrightnwanaa©2024_™

Two wandering stars colliding, suddenly hitched into the same orbit, bound for eternity. THE SINGHANIA SAGA Book-1 (A standalone) ༻❁༺ I didn't ask for a husband. He didn't want a wife. When I was pushed into an arranged marriage with Vihaan Singhania, who made it very clear he wanted to do nothing with me, I swore, I'd survive it. Keep my head high. And my heart out of it. Except staying out of his way was impossible when he was everywhere. At my midnight dinners. In my bedroom. In my head. Our deal was simple: no love, no feelings, no strings. But the closer I got to him, the more dangerous it became. Because in this game of power and pretense, someone would break. And I was terrified it was going to be me. ༻❁༺

Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when they have to make public appearances and play the perfect family but other than that, no one cares if she sometimes cry herself to sleep or just sits by the window of her room for hours with a book, unnoticed or if she misses her meals and honestly, she has stopped minding anything now. She has stopped feeling anything. In her twenty one years of existence, people have rarely bothered about her but she wants one thing for herself, to be independent and thankfully, her parents don't mind her going to college. Shivaay Singh Rathore is a man of a few, but straight words. Multi-Billionaire at twenty-eight, life hadn't spared him the kindness to have a childhood everyone deserves. He is honest and his past is something no one truly can speak about and carries a roguish charm to his demigod looks. Unwanted and uncared for are two different feelings but at the end of the tunnel, both find their base in loneliness. These two will too. Well, destiny and its mysterious ways.

She was forced into a marriage she never wanted... with a man who blamed her for everything he lost. After a tragic incident destroyed his life, he became cold, ruthless, and incapable of love. To him, she was nothing more than a painful reminder of his hatred - the girl he never wanted near him. But fate had other plans. Aarav Singh Rathore, a powerful and emotionless heir, agrees to marry Aadhira only for revenge. He believes her family ruined his happiness years ago, and now he wants her to suffer the same pain he carries in his heart. Aadhira Sharma has spent her whole life hiding behind fake smiles and silent tears. Trapped in a loveless marriage, she tries to survive a husband who hates her existence without even knowing the truth. As secrets unfold, hearts break, and feelings begin to change, Aarav realizes one terrifying thing... Maybe the girl he blamed was never guilty at all. In a story filled with hatred, forced marriage, heartbreak, jealousy, and unexpected love - will they destroy each other completely... or heal the wounds they never showed the world?