Devraj Suryavanshi is on the verge of becoming one of the country's youngest MLAs, while Vedika Shekhawat is determined to expose the very system that made him powerful. She was supposed to be nothing more than a political pawn in his game of revenge. Instead, she became his greatest weakness. "𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒃𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑽𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒂." "𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆-" "𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕?" His grip tightened just enough to make her breath hitch. "𝑺𝒂𝒚 𝒊𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒚. 𝑻𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕." Her eyes narrowed. "𝑫𝒆𝒗, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒍𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆." A slow smirk curved his lips. "𝑱𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂, 𝑰 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒎𝒚 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒏 𝒊𝒕." She glared at him, even as her body betrayed her. "𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒎𝒐𝒂𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒚'𝒔 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆." "𝑭𝒖𝒄𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖," she snapped. He leaned closer, his lips brushing her ear. "𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍... 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒓𝒆 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓, 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂?" But the deeper Vedika digs into the Suryavanshi legacy, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because some secrets were buried in blood. Some enemies are closer than they appear. And the man she is determined to destroy may be the only one standing between her and a fate far worse than death. For the first time, Devraj must choose between the Virasat he was born to protect and the woman he would burn it all down for.

Book 2: Rathore Brothers Series The Rathore brothers rule the underworld with ruthless precision. Feared by enemies and respected by allies, they have built an empire where power is earned through blood, loyalty, and dominance. Each brother is a force to be reckoned with, and together they are unstoppable. But the greatest threat to the Rathore empire doesn't come from a rival gang or a hidden enemy. It comes from one of their own. One brother's decision shatters the unbreakable bond that once held them together, dragging every Rathore into a storm of betrayal, heartbreak, and vengeance. Secrets buried for years rise to the surface, loyalties are tested, and the empire they fought so hard to build begins to crumble from within. When blood becomes the battlefield, no one escapes unscarred. _______________ The wives, once innocent, now face their beast-like husbands with quiet strength. Through patience and resilience, they learn to endure and tame the darkness, becoming stronger with each silent battle. The world may see them as fragile, but only they know the true battle fought behind closed doors-the battle between love and survival, between innocence and the beast. The truth of their hearts remains a mystery, hidden behind cold stares and unspoken words. ⚠️"This book is not for the soft-hearted. If you're looking for a gentle read, turn away now. For those brave enough to stay, welcome to a world of passion, pain, and untamed emotions. Proceed at your own risk." -------------------- While many loves entwine in this story, the heart of it belongs to Meera and Yudhveer.

#TOP 2 in India(1,7,8/8/25) #TOP 3 in india(1,6,14,15,16,17,18/8/25) #TOP 4 in India(10/8/25) DEVYANI A 18-year-old innocent girl, She loves her father more than herself and is willing to sacrifice anything for him But how will she survive the trauma when her own father sells her to the most ruthless man just to clear his debt, without even thinking twice? "A father who sees her as a curse, locking her inside the house for 18 years and telling the world she was dead. But how will she feel when she steps out for the first time-and fate takes a 360-degree turn?" RIVAN THAKUR He lives alone with his SON(Kaizan), hating everything about marriage and the family he left behind. But when he wakes up one morning to find himself HUSBAND to a frightened young girl in his family's haveli(thakur's haveli)-his world tilts. ______________________ He stepped closer, his towering frame caging me in. My breath hitched. His eyes-sharp, cold, merciless-scanned me like I was a puzzle that didn't fit. "You don't even know how to wear a bra?" he asked, his voice low, incredulous, and almost cruel. I didn't know what to say. I slowly nodded my head-no-because... I really didn't. No one ever taught me. No one cared to. I was standing there, shivering slightly, my fingers trembling, curling into the soft shawl I used to hide myself. His gaze was burning, stripping me down to my bare soul, and I couldn't meet his eyes. But his next words... or we can say actions... shocked me to the core. ----------------- Will he accept her as his wife? Will he destroy her for a decision she never made? Or will fate tie them together in ways neither imagined? 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story of two broken souls bound by force, fear... and destiny.

A single mother and her daughter have always been enough for each other, until an unexpected man and his family walk into their lives. What begins as a simple arrangement soon blossoms into something deeper, bringing two families closer than they ever imagined. Between shared meals, endless laughter, unexpected bonds and a three-year-old bundle of mischief at the center of it all, old wounds begin to heal, new beginnings take shape, and ordinary days turn into unforgettable memories. And between this, they realise that love doesn't always arrive perfectly planned but it comes wrapped in little chaos, laughter, and moments you never saw coming. Because family isn't always about blood, it's about love, belonging and the beautiful little sweetness of finding a home in each other.

Not every villain is heartless. Some fall in love too deeply... and that's what makes them dangerous.✨️

This is Phase 4. The first three phases are posted on my Instagram account; you can read them from there. My Instagram account:- author._.sree This is a Multicouple book❣️ With troupes:- •Mafia King x Criminal Lawyer •Don Businessman x IRS Officer • Mobster x Model • Mafia girl x Brother's Bodyguard

She was 18. He was 30..HE IS A KING Of marwar, Jodhpur. "I'm your wife, you can't ignore me rana sa!" "No, Kainaat... you're just a deal, a child." -"are u cheating on me?" She asked before breaking down. A forced royal marriage meant to end a long-standing rivalry between two powerful families. To him, she was a child bride - too young, too common, too unwanted. He gave her a palace, his last name... and nothing else. No love. No touch. No claim. --- - He's cold, royal, and ruthless. -She's kind, rebellious, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

"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. ​

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?