Follow me on Scrollstack for early and further updates. Suryansh Ahuja A 26 year old man CEO of ahuja enterprises. Famous for his ruthless and emotionless nature, he only cares for his family. Doesn't have any belief in God, had vowed not to marry anyone ever because of his dark past. But his vowed broke when his knot got tied in compulsion and for the sake of his family. Not aware that his life will change after the ingress of her young wife Ishvika Mehra. Ishvika Mehra A 18 year old young girl studying in class 12th belongs to a reputed family who lives with rules, regulations and rites. A cheerful and sunshine nature girl who just wants to live everyday spreading love but despite her lovable nature if somebody messed with her she can show them the living hell. She is a hopeless romantic girl and wants a perfect man to love her the way she reads in her books. But a tempest changes her life when her family ties her knot with Suryansh Ahuja for their own benefit. Both HATE each other to the CORE. But destiny has some different plans for them. Move further into the book to know more about suryansh Ahuja and Ishvika Mehra. Their relationship and their journey. Tropes: ° Enemies to lovers ° Age gap ° Student × Ceo ° Slow burn ° Forced Proximity ° Dark Romance ° Sunshine × Ruthless ° Arrange marriage

"𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉" "YOU CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE ANYONE, YASHWANT SINGH RAWAT!" Mayukta Singh Rawat's voice echoed through the hall, sharp enough to cut through the stunned silence that had settled over the crowd. Her furious gaze was fixed on the man before her. Yashwant. The prince remained on one knee, utterly unmoved by his grandmother's outburst. Not once did he turn his head toward her. His eyes never left the woman standing in front of him. The entire gathering stared in disbelief. A king was never meant to kneel before anyone.Yet here he was,on his knees,for her. "Bataiye, Noor..." His voice was calm, unwavering, carrying only sincerity. "Kya aap humse shaadi karengi? Kya humein yeh mauka dengi ki hum aapke ardhang ban sakein?" A collective gasp rippled through the room. Noor Tripathi stood frozen, her fingers clutching the fabric of her lehenga so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she looked at the prince kneeling before her. "Yashwant, yeh kaisi pagalpan ki baatein kar rahe hain aap?" one of his relatives exclaimed in shock. "she is a commoner,you can not marry her ." But Yashwant didn't spare them a single glance. The world around him ceased to exist.There was only Noor,slowly, he extended his hand toward her. "Noor..." His voice softened. "Sirf tab, jab aapki marzi ho. Agar aap mana karna chahein... toh bina kisi jhijhak ke kar sakti hain. Main aapke faisle ki izzat karunga." Noor swallowed hard, hearing him when almost instinctively, her eyes searched for her father. He stood a few steps away, watching silently.For a brief moment, father and daughter looked at each other. Then, with the faintest smile, he gave her a gentle nod.Tears threatened to gather in Noor's eyes. She looked back at Yashwant, whose hand still waited patiently for hers,Her lips parted,Barely above a whisper,

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

Samrat had Vaidehi pinned between himself and the wall. There was no softness in his grip-only a dangerous kind of intensity that felt more like possession than love. He kept kissing her again and again, as if he had completely lost control over himself.

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 • 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 - is a man built on control-ruthless in business, feared in boardrooms, and impossible to challenge. Anger runs in his veins, and love has never been part of his equation. • 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐯𝐚 𝐀𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐥 - is everything he is not-soft-hearted, brilliant, and full of light. A student stepping into a world far too cold for her warmth... until fate ties her to the one man she should never cross paths with. An arranged marriage binds them together. Two strangers. Two completely different worlds. One roof. He believes emotions are a weakness. She believes even the hardest hearts can learn to love. But between his temper and her sunshine, between distance and closeness, something dangerous begins to grow-something neither of them planned. Because sometimes, love doesn't arrive gently. It arrives when two opposites are forced to stay... and slowly learn not to let go.

Book 3 of Rage & Retribution Series Abhimaan X Ahana . . Abhimaan Oberoi, CEO of Oberoi Group of Industries, a ruthless businessman with dark secrets. He's heartless-except when it comes to his own family. Reputation, money, and power are all he cares about, and for them, he can destroy anyone. His life was perfect until he crossed paths with Ahana, who turned it upside down. Ahana Khanna, one of New York's top event planners and the apple of her family's eye. A sunshine girl who once believed in love, fairytales, and happy endings-until she lost her own love. Her dreams shattered, leaving behind only memories and pain. But what happens when that same sunshine girl decides to take revenge? What happens when Ahana sets out to ruin the devil, Abhimaan? She forced him into marriage... but was he really forced? In her hunger for revenge, how will she destroy him when her own heart begins to betray her? She falls for him-and now she wants to run. But how will she escape when she's become the devil's ruthless obsession?

𝑨 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 ? But what if the person sitting in front of you is not a stranger. It's HIM. The same old highschool crush who once rejected you just because of your too straightforward and bold nature. . . Was it just a high school crush? Will there be a second chance in love? Will their opinions change? And the biggest question .... Will they agree to get married? 𝑴𝒆𝒆𝒕~ 𝑱𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒊 𝑲𝒂𝒑𝒐𝒐𝒓- A Strategic Consultant at one of the most brilliant global firms 'Vireon Dynamics'. Bold, unapologetically honest, emotionally intelligent, and fiercely independent. She is confident enough to walk through a room of people and deliver her opinions without giving it a second thought. But she could never forget the rejection that didn't break her, but shaped her. And now, years later, fate has placed him across the table again. 𝑫𝒓. 𝑫𝒉𝒓𝒖𝒗 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒉𝒂- A Cardiac Surgeon at Solace Medical Institute. Calm, composed, introspective and well disciplined. In the operating room, he's a master of precision, hands steady, mind sharper than the scalpel he holds. He's the kind of man who listens more than he speaks. His whole life revolves around discipline and compassion for his work. What will happen when Janvi and Dhruv again cross paths and that too through an unexpected alliance? Dive into the story to find more :D

This is going be a Pakka tamil arranged marriage which will slowly turn into a full blown love story . A decent traditional family with a reputed background, searching bride for their first son , whose marriage delaying due to a single factor that is his job .... Another such family starting to search a groom for their daughter as soon as she completed her studies , who is reluctant to marry anyone .... Lets dive into this searching riot to see their full blown love story .

"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. ​

Love isn't something you fall into. It's something you learn... slowly, painfully, beautifully. This is a slow-burn story of two hearts discovering that loving someone is not about perfection - it's about patience, growth, and choosing each other every single day.