This story is about a man who rejected love before he understood its worth and a woman who learned how to live after losing it. When a royal alliance forces Heer Rathore into a contract marriage with Hriday Agnivanshi-the same man who broke her heart years ago-she enters the relationship with no expectations, no hopes, and no intention of looking back. Polite, graceful, and distant, she gives him everything a wife should except the one thing he never valued when it was offered freely-her love. This is not a story about a broken heart healing. What begins as a marriage of duty slowly becomes something far more complicated. Because while Heer is busy forgetting the man she once adored, Hriday finds himself haunted by the woman who no longer looks at him the same way. A story of quiet heartbreak, unspoken longing, second chances, and a love so slow it takes years to bloom, this is not the tale of a woman falling in love. It is the tale of a man realizing far too late that he already had been loved. Some contracts are signed with ink. The most dangerous ones are sealed with blood.

He was forced to marry her at 19.... Now he's back to destroy her .... A return filled with hate, lies and obsession that refuse to die.

❝𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞... 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.❞ 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 lives by medals, mission reports, and the silence of secrets while 𝐃𝐫. 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 breathes through research papers, lab results, and the noise of questions. Their first meeting was a disaster. It was hate at first sight. She mocked his 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 and he dismissed her 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. It was full of sharp words and stubborn pride, both swearing they could never stand each other. But fate worked in quiet ways as it bound them long before they realized it and met again. It was in the most desi way possible. 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. Now that destiny tied them together, sparks don't fly because they clash like fire and ice as they turned it into a bet. She calls him emotionless. He calls her stubborn. She prays for his postings to keep him away while he silently yearns for a chance to pull her closer. A soldier who hides his heart and a researcher turned assistant professor who denies hers, tied in a marriage that turns into the most 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 of all.

✧˖°.🜲.°˖✧ 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝟷 𝓸𝒇 𝓕𝓲𝓮𝓻𝓬𝓮 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼 ✧˖°.🜲.°˖✧ BOUND BY VENGEANCE, IGNITED BY LOVE This is the story of the descendants of the Chandravansh and their heirs! Moksh, who believes that death is the ultimate release, Drishya, whose mere gaze leaves people wounded, Samarthya, who annihilates enemies with his strength, and Love, who girls desire but lives in a world of his own. In their lives, words like love and romance don't exist. These four are the epitome of destruction, each living for one purpose-revenge. However, a twist of fate brings them face to face with love. Their love stories unfold in unexpected ways-some trapped by deception, some by force, some by deal, and some due to a single night's mistake. Who are these four innocent souls whose lives get entangled with four fireballs of destruction? Will they manage to save themselves? Or will they fall into a world where love is a forbidden word? Can they fill the hearts of these four brothers with Ishq-e-Ibadat? Or will they lose the very essence of love forever? Discover this intense journey of passion, revenge, and love, where hearts battle against fate and the definition of love is rewritten.

In 1991, when silence was expected from broken women, Chanda chose to walk away. Escaping an abusive marriage should have meant freedom... but her village answered with curses, judgment, and exile. Cast aside by the very people who once called her their own, Chanda believed life had nothing gentle left to offer. Then fate placed her path beside Surya Deshmukh - an IAS officer known for his discipline, but not for the quiet kindness that lived in his heart. In a world that tried to break her, Surya, Her Husband and his parents did something rare: they chose compassion over gossip, dignity over doubt, and love over fear. What begins as shelter slowly becomes healing... and what starts as kindness begins to bloom into a love neither of them expected. But can a woman scarred by the past believe she deserves happiness again? Set in the India of 1991, this is a story of courage, second chances, and a love that rises where the world once tried to bury hope. Sometimes, the bravest thing a woman can do... is begin again. #secondmarriage 2 #marriageofconvenience 3 #2 Romance #1 India #3 Indian #4 India # Marriage #4 Marriage #3 Secondchance #romance 4 #indian 2 #india 1

"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."

[THE VOWS OF FAITH, #2] KANAK Six years of marriage. A lifetime, people would say. To the world, Vanraj and I are still the perfect couple. Wealth, power, and a marriage untouched by time. But behind the closed doors of our carefully curated life, we've become strangers sharing a house that's far too large for two people who no longer know how to speak to each other. Only one thing has remained constant: sex. If I start pulling at the thread of this marriage... Which end will finally unravel first? Him. Or me. ~~~~~ VANRAJ It wasn't destiny. I spent years hating her. I married her because of that hate. Silence is a slow-acting poison, and it's been killing us both. The only time she's truly mine is when I'm inside her. When I'm not, I'm losing her. She is a rose. Velvet, thorny, and the only thing that makes my cold blood run hot. She wants out. She wants to tear up our oaths and disappear into oblivion. But she's forgotten who I am. I'll burn this entire legacy to the ground before I let my rose wither. ~~~~~ This standalone features a second chance fueled by years of lethal silence, bone-deep obsession, and aggressive scenes of sex in anger that will leave you breathless. It contains a guaranteed HEA and no cheating.

"𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑰 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈 𝒖𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍." - 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒗𝒚𝒂 "𝑰 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒑 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. 𝑳𝒆𝒕'𝒔 𝒓𝒖𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒚 𝒕𝒐𝒏𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕." - 𝑽𝒆𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒐 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍. Lovers to enemies ᯓ★ He vanished for five years, leaving her with a marriage no one knows about and a silence that still chokes her. Now Vedarth Malhotra is back colder, unreadable, watching her like a shadow reborn. What does he want from Shrvya Sehgal now... forgiveness, revenge, or her entire life?

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••