"𝘼𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙡 𝙢𝙪𝙗𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙠 𝙝𝙤, 𝙮𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙩𝙤𝙝 𝙥𝙮𝙖𝙖𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙣." PART 1 𝐘𝐮𝐠 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 (17) -He thought he was 'too cool' to fall in love with someone. 𝐈𝐫𝐚 𝐃𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐧 (17) -And she thought she was 'too difficult' to fall in love with.

𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐔𝐊𝐇 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐌𝐘 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄,𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐄𝐃 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄 𝐔𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐄𝐏𝐓𝐋𝐘 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄,𝐌𝐘 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐗𝐁𝐔𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐅𝐋𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐈𝐌,𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄? 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋

𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕? 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒆...𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂. __________________________________________ |● 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈×𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐑𝐀𝐌 In a world where power whispers louder than screams & silence kills, where the walls have the stories that are meant to be hidden, where some vows are made in blood. Some in shadows, he sat on the throne. The throne born of ruin. And she-unseen, unheard, unwanted-was the only one who ever looked him in the eye... and didn't look away. She didn't belong to him. But she wasn't hers anymore either. He wanted to drag her into his world, ruin her with his silence, mark her where no one else could see. And yet, he stood there-cold, controlled, burning. Because the ache wasn't the worst part. The fact that he liked it was. Two unseen souls. One forced bond. And a storm no one saw coming. #2nd book in "His Bride" Series. ●Started on 3rd October. ROY♡

#MAFIA_SERIES 🔥 Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. __________________

𝑫𝒓. 𝒁𝒖𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝑨𝒇𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒄𝒕𝒐𝒓 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰𝒏𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑰𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒎 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒂𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑷𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒔𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕. 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚❤️‍🔥 ✿𝙏𝙍𝙊𝙋𝙀𝙎✿ ᯓᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᯓʜᴏsᴘɪᴛᴀʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ᯓᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀꜱ ᯓɢʀᴜᴍᴘʏ × ꜱᴜɴꜱʜɪɴᴇ ᯓᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ ᯓᴘʀᴏꜰᴇꜱꜱᴏʀ × ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ ᡣ𐭩 𝙎𝙩𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙨: 𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙩𝙚 ᡣ𐭩 "I hate you!" "You mean love" "No way. I meant what I said. I hate you" "So you hate me?" "Absolutely!" "No problem! I hate you too"

BOOK 1 OF THE DESIRE SERIES He saves hearts. She protects them. Ayansh Rathore, the city's most renowned heart surgeon, and Ishika Chauhan, the fearless "Sunshine Police," are forced into an unexpected arrangement neither of them wanted. Two completely different worlds. One unexpected bond. And a love neither of them saw coming.

[𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 1 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒] ᴋʏᴜɴᴋɪ ʜᴀsᴛᴇ ʜᴀsᴛᴇ ᴛᴏʜ ᴀᴀsʜɪǫ sᴜʟɪ ʙʜɪ ᴄʜᴀᴅʜ ᴊᴀᴀᴛᴇ ʜᴀɪɴ ɴᴀ... ᴀᴜʀ ᴋᴜᴄʜ ᴍᴏʜᴀʙʙᴀᴛ ᴀɪsɪ ʜᴏᴛɪ ʜᴀɪ ᴊᴏ ɪʙᴀᴅᴀᴛ sᴇ ᴢʏᴀᴅᴀ ɢᴜɴᴀᴀʜ ʟᴀɢᴛɪ ʜᴀɪ. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧. She filed a case against a stranger. A man whose name she didn't know and who she never saw. A man who had already fallen for her at first sight. 𝐕𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝. A man who could destroy lives with a single command. A villain the world feared. And now- A villain 𝑜𝑏𝑠𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑒𝑑 with her. When she tried to escape him, he destroyed her career. When she hated him, he loved her like 𝑑𝑒𝑣𝑜𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛. When she refused him, he 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑑 her at gunpoint. Because Vihaan Rathod was never asking for her love. He was 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑚𝑖𝑛𝑔 her. "I 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 I 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐬." - 𝐒𝐢𝐚 𝐀𝐫𝐣𝐮𝐧 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞? 𝐍𝐨, 𝑎𝑟𝑑ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑖𝑛𝑖 𝑗𝑖. 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐠𝐨. 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥. 𝐈'𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝑣𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮." - 𝐕𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

So yes-another royal novel on Wattpad. But not that kind. The male lead is a king, but there's no mafia nonsense here. He's not going to shoot every man who looks at his wife. He understands that a woman can have male friends, that a handshake isn't a threat, and that not every man who speaks to the female lead is evil. Mostly because he knows something very important. She doesn't need saving. She is more than capable of breaking bones if someone touches her inappropriately, poking eyes if someone looks at her the wrong way, and knocking out teeth if someone dares to disrespect her. The female lead is not your typical Sati-Savitri, Sarvagun-Sampann heroine. Okay-she is. But she's also a bad bitch. A modern woman with ambition, power, and dreams bigger than palaces. The characters in this story are kaleshi, not toxic. And yes-there is a difference. There may not be clear villains here. And even if there are, remember this: Every villain is a victim of something too. This is a story of royalty without glorifying control. Power without erasing softness. An arranged marriage that turns into love-slowly, painfully, beautifully. Desi. Royal. Emotional. And unapologetically different. --- 𝕿𝖗𝖔𝖕𝖊𝖘 | ʀᴏyᴀʟ ᴋɪɴɢ x ʀᴏyᴀʟ ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ | ᴄᴇᴏ/ᴋɪɴɢ ᴏꜰ ᴜᴅᴀɪᴩᴜʀ x ᴄᴇᴏ/ᴩʀɪɴᴄᴇꜱꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴊᴀɪᴩᴜʀ/ᴡᴀᴛᴛᴩᴀᴅ ᴀᴜᴛʜᴏʀ | ᴋᴀʟᴇꜱʜɪ ᴍʟ x ꜱᴀꜱꜱy ꜰʟ | ᴄᴀʟᴍ x ᴄʜᴀᴏꜱ | ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ'ꜱ ᴍᴇɴᴛᴏʀ x ꜱᴛᴜᴅᴇɴᴛ'ꜱ ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ | ʀɪᴠᴀʟ'ꜱ ꜱɪꜱᴛᴇʀ x ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ'ꜱ ʀɪᴠᴀʟ | ᴅᴇꜱɪ x ᴅᴇꜱi | ʜᴇ ꜰᴇʟʟ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ʙᴏᴛʜ ꜰᴀʟʟ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇꜱᴛ | ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ | ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ᴇɴɢᴀɢᴇᴍᴇɴᴛ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ | ꜱʟᴏᴡ ʙᴜʀɴ | ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴄʀᴜꜱʜ #top3

𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 returned from London to a tragedy. With her entire family killed, she has only one reason to stay alive: her six-month-old nephew. She stepped up as his surrogate mother to keep him safe, but the baby is in the hands of the man who killed them all. 𝐀𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 is a ruthless politician who wants absolute control. He doesn't care that she wants him dead. He wants her under his roof, and using her nephew is the easiest way to trap her. They absolutely hate each other. Forced under his roof, she is just waiting for the perfect moment to kill him-completely unaware that the war between them is about to turn pure hatred into a dangerous obsession. --------------‐-------------------------------- "You," Atharv snapped, slamming his hands onto the wall on either side of her head. "You are the one who put gay p*rn in my presentation. You ruined a million-dollar deal." She leaned into him, her eyes wild with hate, a sharp smirk on her lips. "Why, Atharv?" she whispered against his mouth. "Did watching men get fucked ruin your deal... or did it just make your straight-laced dick hard?" --------------‐--------------------------------- She glared up at him. "I hate you. I fucking hate you." "Then hate me," he growled, leaning closer until their skin brushed. "Hate me until it drives you crazy. But you've got it all wrong. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐨𝐰𝐧𝐬 𝐦𝐞. And I'm never letting you go." ---------------------‐----------------------- Tropes: Enemies to Lovers Age Gap (7 Years) Forced Proximity He falls first and harder Touch Her And You Die Dark Political Romance ⚠️ 18+ Mature Content Reader discretion is strongly advised.