Their love was written in destruction... and sealed in fate.. She was a girl born into the darkness of the world. A rare beauty cursed by the very eyes that made her unforgettable. From the hands of monsters to the whispers of gods. Her life was never hers to own. He was a man shaped by ruin. A dangerous soul with power in his veins and blood on his hands. To him, she was a temptation, a threat.. And a destiny he could never escape. In a world ruled by obsession, power, and betrayal, their paths will clash, their hearts will burn, and the truth will destroy them both. Welcome to SEVDA: The Divine Curse .. where love isn't salvation... it's the sharpest weapon of all.

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

Krityvirya Singh Rathore is the king of Jodhpur. He is also a 32-year-old single father. He cannot bear to see even a single tear in his 3-year-old son's eyes. But his son has been crying continuously for the past three days - and the one he's crying for, Krityvirya has now set out to find. "I will find her, even if I have to dig up the earth or tear through the skies," he said, and walked out of Uday Mahal. Phool is a 18 years old girl who was a princess of Chittorgarh Every night, she sees the same terrifying dream. She desperately wants to be free from it. "I don't want to see this dream again! I don't want to see it!" she cried, tears streaming down her face.

🌹 DEVIL'S LITTLE BRIDE 🌹 He is the ruthless devil-Tyler Morozova, a cold Mafia king feared across Russia, untouched by love, untouched by women. She is Tara Sharma, a pure-hearted Indian girl devoted to her family and her God, stepping into college with dreams of art and innocence. Two worlds-one drenched in blood, the other glowing with faith. Two souls-one cursed by hatred, the other blessed with purity. Fate has only one plan: to make the Devil claim his little bride. "When the Devil meets his angel, innocence becomes his greatest obsession." He vowed never to touch a woman... until fate gave him his bride." . "Her prayers reached the heavens, but destiny delivered her to the Devil." . "A ruthless king of sin. A pure daughter of faith. One marriage that will burn the world."

'ISHQ never enters quietly, it brings its own kind of RUINATION." __________________________ A top-tier university. Dripping with secrets. Two political rivalries held together by a settlement that feels more like control than peace. A third force watches from above → silent, dangerous, untouchable. Two murders. A revenge left unfinished. A vow to destroy everything. A silent soul enters next → too pure to understand the devastation, too trapped to walk away from it. And somewhere else, a hatred preserved for years waits behind restraint, held only by morals that are beginning to fail. Three stories breathing under one roof. Three ruins moving toward each other. And in between them → ishq, arriving exactly the way it always does: with ruin already promised. ______________________________ "I realised my love the moment I lost him."