𝑫𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏... 𝑱𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒉 𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒓. 𝑬𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒉, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒂, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒏, 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒒𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒎 𝒌𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒌𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒌𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒓𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒉, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒋𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒌𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒅𝒊, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒉𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒒𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒕𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂. 𝑫𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒓𝒊𝒘𝒂𝒂𝒛 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒒𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈... 𝒀𝒆 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒂𝒂𝒒 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒏, 𝒏𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒒𝒕 𝒌𝒂 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒌𝒉𝒆𝒍 𝒀𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒈 𝒌𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒍 .

"𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮" His nose brushed against her neck, slow and deliberate, his breath warm against her skin. She had two options, step back or hit him. She hit him before she could think twice. His lip split, blood trickling down, and she took two steps back. He didn't speak, didn't argue, didn't even look angry. That was the part that unsettled her. He leaned closer, unhurried, like she hadn't just split his lip open, and cupped her face in both hands. Then he brushed his lips lightly against hers, just once. When he pulled back, she didn't need to check. His blood was on her lips. His eyes dropped to her mouth, something dark flickering behind them. "Nice lip shade." 💌 Love , Lust and Legacy series #1 📚 His Dirty Little Secret

💍 She was the pawn. He was the king. But pawns can burn the board. 🖤 An unwanted girl. A cold heir. A marriage born of power, not love. 🔥 He ruled with dominance. She lived in shadows. But when their worlds collided, nothing would remain the same. 🌹 She feared him. He controlled her. But between fear and fire... love had no rule

When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

✧ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #2 𝐢𝐧 '𝐇𝐈𝐒' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :- Some marriage may not begin with love but, they end with it. ••••••••• "I hope you realized you made the worst fucking decision of your life." I could feel his cold icy honey brown eyes piercing through my soul. "Mahir..." He slams both of my wrists against the wall as I winces from the pain from my wrists. Tears threatening to fall down from my eyes when he tightened his grip on my wrist. "You'll never have a place in my life, let alone in my heart, do you understand?" His voice rises as he clenches his jaw tightly. I whimpered, he leans in close enough to the point where our lips were inches apart, I shuddered. "I said, do you fucking understand?" I immediately jumped in fear nodding my head. "Y-Yes."

Tara was innocence wrapped in dangerous temptation. She had voluptuous curves, doe-like eyes, and a heart too pure for the filth of his thoughts. She was his sister-in-law's younger sister, a line he should never cross but Samarth didn't believe in lines. From the first time he saw her, something inside him snapped. It wasn't love...it was hunger. A hunger that grew into obsession and obsession into possession. He watched her. Studied her. Imagined her in every sinful way he could ruin her innocence until she'd only ever belong to him. Tara had no idea the devil was already in her life, and no idea that the man she thought was family was plotting to claim her in the most wicked ways. Samarth didn't care if it was wrong. Didn't care if she resisted. Because once he touched her, there would be no escape. She was his sweetest sin... and he would take her. Again. And again. And again.

Safiya Shah has built her life on justice - fierce in the courtroom, fearless in the face of power. She never imagined her next battle would be with Zaviyar Khan, the cold, commanding Nawab of Azamgarh. Raised worlds apart yet tied by a hidden history, they are connected by a bond neither of them understands - and a darkness only Zaviyar remembers. When a family emergency brings Safiya back to Azamgarh, old secrets stir. Attending Zaviyar's grand wedding, Safiya watches in shock as his fiancée flees, leaving disgrace behind. But even greater shock awaits: a revelation that their late grandfather's dying wish was to see Zaviyar and Safiya married. For Zaviyar, it's the perfect storm. Behind his calm facade burns a deep hatred - a need for revenge for a tragedy Safiya doesn't even know her family caused. For Safiya, it's a battle of heart and honor - drawn to a man who wants nothing more than to see her broken. As promises are made under ancient vows, love and hatred collide. In a world where loyalty demands sacrifice, can a marriage built on vengeance survive the truth?

A Dark Romance Story where love isn't soft... it's consuming. ✦ ───────── ✦ ❀ ✦───────── ✦ She looked into his eyes, her heart racing, her voice trembling yet filled with an unspoken longing. "Make me yours, Professor," she whispered, like a confession she could no longer hold back. He didn't look away. His gaze stayed fixed on hers-cold, distant, and guarded. A man who had already loved once... and lost. After a heavy silence, he finally spoke, his voice low and firm, "I can't... not in this lifetime." ✦ ─────── ✦ ❀ ✦ ────── ✦

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.