"I am not a saint. I am a sin who will devour you, worship every inch of you until you forget where pain ends and pleasure begin." Her jaw clenched. A humorless chuckle escaped her lips. "I am your biggest mistake, Mr. Yugarth Singh Rathore." His laugh was a shard of glass in the darkness. He leaned in, a promise of violence in his eyes. "Careful. My mistakes don't get second chances. They get buried." Her jaw tightened, a last, futile show of strength. "Don't try to touch me. Stay away." His smirk was a wolf's, baring teeth. "You're saying this when I am already burning deep inside you, jaan? "Your body is my sanctuary," he murmured, voice a low rumble that vibrated through her veins, dark as the abyss they danced on the edge of. "The only thing I ever worship is you. I am devoted to every inch of you." "I don't worship gods," he murmured. "I worship the ruin I chose... and that ruin is you."

𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. . . . 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐮𝐤𝐡 A brilliant, soon to be surgeon. Mature yet soft hearted, grumpy at times but endlessly kind, the kind of person who feels too deeply and hides it too well and isn't afraid to stand her ground. Family was everything for her. but have major trust issues. Her life is all discipline and logic... until she met him. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢 A surgeon. A CEO. Cold, distant, and impossibly arrogant, he trusts no one easily not even his own parents, with whom he shares a strained, distant bond. he's a man who believes emotions are a weakness... until Purvi walked into his life and shattered every wall he built. They met in medical college. She was a Junior, He was a Senior She had crush on him at first sight. He knew she was the one the moment he saw her, but never accepted it. Their bond grew quietly, beautifully... until the day he confessed and disappeared, leaving her drowning in the wreckage of emotions he created. Was it truly the end... or just a beginning neither of them expected? Six years later, destiny throws them together again this time as professionals, equals... and strangers bound by unfinished feelings. What will happen when their worlds collide again? . . . . . . . ©️All right reserved

Dark Romance | Hate to Love | Unwanted arranged Marriage A romantic yet dangerous tale of the King of Pratapgad and the Princess of Sitapur. A bond so rare... so wild... the kind everyone dreams of, but only a few finds. An unwanted arranged marriage. A love born from hate. A connection that will cross every limit whether in anger or in desire. Their madness for each other will pull you in so deep... you won't want to escape. Their love will raise your standards so high, you'll never settle for anything less than forever. Ek bar is book me aao phir yaise pyar me par jaoge ki kahi aur nahi ja paoge 🤭 ___________________________________ He is the ruthless King of Pratapgad...... feared by enemies, respected by his people, and unreadable even to those closest to him. A warrior with an iron heart... who doesn't believe in love ...or marriage. She is the fearless Princess of Sitapur...... strong, independent, and unbreakable. A woman who knows how to fight the world, Kind yet fierce. Understanding her is never simple. Both live for their family. And if anyone dares to harm them... they won't think twice before destroying everything. This is not a soft love story. This is a storm....where hate burns as fiercely as love... and love is just as dangerous. He never believed in love. She believes in nothing else. ___________________________________ King wanna say that "Hum se sab darte hain... par hamari wali kisi se nahi darti." ___________________________________ "Who are you?" he asked, his voice filled with authority. "A strong, self-independent woman... who knows how to fight the world," she replied, meeting his gaze without fear. Copyright ©️ 2025 authoshivi © All THE RIGHT RESERVE

Aarini Razia Khan was born in a place society pretends does not exist. Arhaan Dev Rathore was born into a world that decides which places should not exist. She is a lawyer fighting for the rights of women the country refuses to see. He is the Prime Minister's son, protecting the image of a country that refuses to change. She is called illegitimate because of where she was born. He is called legitimate because of whose name he carries. They meet in courtrooms, in conferences, in battles that start with law and end with ego. They are not supposed to like each other. They are not supposed to understand each other. And they are definitely not supposed to fall in love. Because some love stories are not written in poetry. Some are written in legal notices, political scandals, and whispered threats behind closed doors. And this is one of them.

They say opposites attract. They were never opposites. Dr. Jinny and Dr. Aryan Gupta are terrifyingly alike. Both are respected surgeons. Both are admired for their brilliance. Both are feared for their discipline. Both have mastered the art of hiding every emotion behind a face as cold as ice. To the world, they are unshakable. What the world doesn't know... is that the strongest storms often exist beneath the calmest skies. One carries a past she refuses to revisit. The other carries responsibilities he never asked for. Neither of them believes emotions make a person stronger. So when life repeatedly forces them into each other's paths, they don't fall in love. They clash. Because sometimes the person who understands you the most... is also the one who challenges you the most. And while two hearts made of ice slowly begin to crack, another story unfolds alongside them. A Chartered Accountant who can turn any situation into comedy. A law student who refuses to lose-not in court, not on a badminton court, and certainly not to him. One story. Two couples. Four people. Four completely different ways of dealing with pain. This isn't the story of fire melting ice. It's the story of ice discovering the fire it had buried within. When Ice Burns Inside is a slow-burn journey of rivalry, healing, family, friendship, laughter, grief, and the quiet battles people fight behind perfect smiles. Because not every frozen heart needs someone to melt it. Sometimes... it simply needs someone who understands why it froze in the first place.

"I'll find you doll......" This story is inspired by the book "haunting adeline" by H. D. Cartlon. Where Zade will be obsessed with Adeline more than Adeline love him.... He will be willing to do anything for her.... For making her his....

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

In one brutal motion, he split her partition with vermilion. A chain followed. Binding her with him He leaned in and hissed. "Welcome to my hell, Mrs. Rawal." She smiled. Leaning closer, her voice dropped to the same edge. "Your hell just met its goddess." And in that moment It didn't feel like a marriage. It felt like two disasters... choosing each other. --- This book contain mature content and language Like assault , sexual proximity, violence etc.

"Tumhari is nafrat par sirf mera haq hai aur sirf tumhe haq hai mujhe tabaah karne ka." Everything was going exactly as planned. Riddhima Yaduvanshi was mere steps away from marrying the man her father had chosen for her. It was supposed to be the beginning of a safe, predictable life. Until the first gunshot shattered the sacred vows. In a matter of minutes, her wedding turned into a slaughterhouse of terror. He arrived like a silent, beautiful god of destruction lounging on the bonnet of his Thar, watching her world burn with cold, indifferent eyes. He didn't just crash her wedding; he seized it. He took her family hostage, painted the altar crimson with the blood of his own men, and brought her to her knees without pulling a single trigger. To save her father's life, Riddhima had to make a deal with the devil himself. With trembling hands and a bleeding heart, she stood in that ruined mandap and let a ruthless, nameless stranger tie the mangalsutra around her neck. He claims this is all a game of pure, unadulterated badla. He claims he ruined her life simply because she dared to put one of his men behind bars. He tells her she is nothing but his "khubsoorat saza." But Riddhima can feel it. Behind his wicked smirks and dangerous growls, there is something far more sinister hiding in the shadows. A man of his stature doesn't destroy an entire lineage just for a petty street criminal. There is a method to his madness, a dark history written in his pitch-black eyes, and a terrifying secret behind why he chose her out of the entire world to bear his name. She vows to give him nothing but raw, unfiltered hatred. He smiles and whispers that her hatred belongs to him anyway. Bound by blood and trapped in his golden cage, Riddhima is determined to unmask the monster she now calls her husband. But in a game where he holds all the cards and knows all her weaknesses... will she find the truth, or will she lose herself to the dangerous darkness of Mr. Shekhawat?

She stabbed him the moment she saw him for the first time. He shot her when she tried to go away from him. When she thought that she could get away from him after giving him her scar, he too made sure to leave his on hers. Both hold the same fire and hatred for each other in their eyes as if their stares were meant to tear each other's souls apart. He kills people. She fights cases to sue people. He forced her into a marriage with him, both bound by just antipathy and a vow to never fall for each other. But love doesn't seek for allowance. All it asks is just for acceptance by the mates who are bound by their souls. Once realisation of that love comes, it turns that hatred into devotion. He became her sin. She became his salvation.