𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 1 𝒐𝒇 " 𝗘𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 " " 𝑰'𝒎 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒆𝒍𝒅, 𝑪𝒂𝒓𝒂. 𝑰'𝒎 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒖𝒄𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒏𝒆𝒆𝒅 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒎𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓𝒔. " 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐨 𝐗 𝐑𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚

An accidental marriage between two people. she was never supposed to be with him, far away from his eyes. An innocent soul got wrapped in his hatred. He thinks she's the reason for his miserable life, he wants her away. Achintya Raghuvanshi:- A very handsome but Cold-hearted Prince, who never cared about anything other than himself, A real demon. But he has his reasons, This demon is dealing with his demons. Gaytri Rajput:- A forgotten princess, she was never her family's priority. Her beautiful smile hides pain, Her lovely eyes hide tears. she's a beauty but has her own beast. ⚠️ Please do not copy the story . If so then serious action will be taken⚠️ TOP RANKING 🎗️ #1 //India// #1 //Arranged marriage// #1 //Royal family// #2 // Forced marriage//

You must have heard many stories where two people forced into marriage eventually become eternal lovers. And of course, there's always a villainess-the ex-girlfriend-who tries desperately to break them apart but never succeeds, right? But here, I am that ex-girlfriend. And the one who was dumped by a man who never trusted me with his secrets, let alone his heart. and now, I'm just trying my best to move on-living my life by pretending to forget him. For the past three years, I thought I was doing well. I thought I was free. But what happens when he walks back into my life- This time, carrying a powerful background i never even knew existed? _

Maktub-Al-Hayat: Destined by Fate 𝘼𝙡𝙞 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙉𝙞𝙢𝙧𝙖 أنت أجمل مصير _ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏꜱᴛ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴀᴛᴇ

𝒀𝒆 𝒒𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂-𝒆-𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒋𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒒𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒑𝒂𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒂، 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒏، 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒒𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂۔ _______________________________________ Here are a few words you'll only understand when the journey settles in your soul. "वो सूई से कपड़े पर मोहब्बत काढ़ रही थी, और वो खंजर से हाथों पर ज़ख्म।

☆ BOOK 1 IN THE BOUND REALMS✧ 𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛! 𝐓𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝑇𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 1910, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚.

"Ek lootere se vivaah?" she scoffed, fire in her eyes. "Kabhi nahi! Hum aapki patni nahi... aapki mrityu ka kaaran banenge. Aur yeh humara pran hai." - she spat, her rage hotter than the steel sheathed at her waist. He just smiled. Dark. Dangerous. Unfazed. "Aaj humara vivah hai... aur dulhan toh aap zaroor banegi. Chahe prem se ya.... zabardasti se." - his breath a sinful whisper, grazing her lips like a promise carved in fire. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita - the Princess of Sangamgarh, raised to rule, not to surrender. Veerath - the infamous Bandit King, feared across kingdoms, untamed and unstoppable. They weren't meant to cross paths. But fate doesn't ask for permission. She vowed to destroy him. He vowed to own her. Love was never the plan. But desire? It's the most dangerous rebellion of all. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ TROPES • Historical Romance • Enemies to Lovers • Age Gap • Princess × Bandit • Grumpy × Grumpy • Forced Proximity • Forced Marriage • Forbidden Love ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita: The Bandit's Desire 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝟭 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮 Let the rebellion begin...

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?

•𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 '𝟏' 𝐨𝐟 𝐉𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ─── ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆ ─── "Tum sirf meri ho. Kisi aur ke baare mein sochna bhi mat jaan le loonga uski." Her heart stuttered violently in her chest as her wide eyes locked onto his. "Dushman ki beti hoon," she whispered, fragile but defiant. He leaned closer, his breath fanning her lips. "Meri biwi ho." "Agar dushmani khatam nahin hui toh?" she dared, voice trembling. "I don't care," he growled, jaw set hard. "You are still my wife." Her pulse thundered in her veins. "What if my family takes me back?" His eyes flared, no hesitation in his answer. "Then it's a fucking war. And you, my Noor, are worth every fucking war." ─── ⋆⋅♡⋅⋆ ─── "Longer the chapters lesser the number"

This isn't your typical revenge story. Here, Ekansh isn't interested in seeking his revenge from Faria. He's just a broken soul, the man belonging to middle class with a nine to five job who's well aware that even if it's about justice, he can't compete with the ones who belong to the top section of the society. While, Faria was born into that top section of the society with all the riches and comfort. She's kind and pretty, something that Ekansh never expected from her. Two different people under one roof. What exactly can go wrong? Everything. Because love knows no bound.