🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

❝𝙈𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙪𝙩 𝙠𝙞 𝙙𝙪𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙩𝙞 𝙝𝙪𝙣.❞ (I pray for your death). My 𝑣𝑜𝑖𝑐𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑏𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑠 I 𝑠𝑎𝑖𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑑𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 𝑠𝑚𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑎𝑛𝑠𝑤𝑒𝑟, 𝑠𝑒𝑡𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑢𝑛 𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑏𝑙𝑒 𝑏𝑒𝑡𝑤𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚. ❝ 𝙋𝙝𝙞𝙧 𝙙𝙚𝙠𝙝𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙩𝙪𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙣𝙖𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚𝙞𝙣 𝙠𝙞𝙩𝙣𝙖 𝙙𝙪𝙢 𝙝𝙖𝙞.❞ (Then let's see just how strong your hate is). *** Full Desc Inside. 1 in #muslim

She is ruthless, a declared misandrist and the sole heir to the largest empire in the country. Her family owns companies, hospitals, and schools-institutions that shape lives and silence opposition. Power is her inheritance, and control is her instinct. He is a nobody in her world. A boy from a middle-class family, working as a nurse in one of her hospitals, surviving on honesty, discipline, and long shifts that rarely end on time. When he uncovers the hospital's illegal practices, he does what no one else dares-he refuses to stay silent. She answers his defiance with a threat cold enough to end lives: if he speaks a single word outside those walls, his family will pay the price. She expects fear. Submission. Silence. But he is a rebel. He does not bend. He does not disappear. And in his refusal, he becomes the most dangerous man in her empire. A rebel will never marry his abuser. So how does a man who was threatened with the lives of his family end up marrying the very woman who tried to kill him?

𝑾𝒂𝒒𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒕𝒂𝒒𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊. Parthvi never chose this for herself but she became the price for a crime she never committed. Rana Rudra Adhiraj Raisinghania is cold, powerful but and broken by the past and wants only one thing, payback. He is meant to be her punishment and she is meant to pay. But when does anything go according to your plan when god has one of his own and sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight inside ourselves. But they are not fighting a battle, they carry the whole damn war inside themselves.

The chaotic love story built on lies, and almost destroyed by them. ✧ ✧ ✧ "So, you like her for years?" I asked with a low and cracking voice. And here I was back to the square, getting confused about what was happening. "I love her..." He opened his eyes to look at me. Taking a deep breath, he scanned my face with furrowed brows. "You look like her." His voice had clear amusement in it. "What?" This escaped my lips when my mind stopped trying to comprehend what he meant. It was getting very messy to understand. "But I'll always love her." With that, he dozed off. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. ✧ ✧ ✧ When fate, or one single lie lands her up in her brother's bestfriend's apartment, Preet Randhawa has no other option but to move in with him, become his roommate behind the four walls. But with the photo frames hanging on the wall with their wedding pictures, the marriage certificate lying in a drawer of their wardrobe, the rings in their fingers and their stories on how they got married, the world believes their story. But did they ever marry each other? Nope. Years later, colliding with him in a foreign country couldn't just be fate...or could it? ✧ ✧ ✧ This book can be enjoyed as a standalone.

[ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐈𝐈 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ] Twelve year runway sovereign Zaara Mehra is a living nightmare for Misogyny. A cold blooded misandrist with an untouchable ego, she treats men like a disposable buffet, tasting, using, and discarding them. This toxic "fuckgirl" rules with a tongue of fire, her bed a revolving door of trophies kept only to satisfy her spite and lust. But when she sets her sights on her brother's best friend, it isn't for love. It's for conquest. Because how dare he ignore her? Avyaan Vittore Rosso is a master of clay and carnage. In one life, a world-renowned sculptor, in another, a lethal field agent. With a scathing misogynistic philosophy and a deep hatred for a woman's touch, he keeps his world sealed in ice. When he returns to India, he meets fire. To him, Zaara is nothing more than a pebble beneath his shoe. But Zaara doesn't take "no" for an answer. She doesn't want his heart, she wants him broken, stripped of his pride and kneeling at the foot of her bed. As their toxic psychological warfare unfolds, a nightmare rises from Egypt. A name that shouldn't exist resurfaces, in whispers, bloodstained reports, and impossible patterns. The Midnight Serpent: Cleopatra. She has returned, not for a kingdom, but for a massacre. A poisonous seductress of ritualistic crime, she declares a war of vengeance. The men of Qasr el-Raml live in terror, for they are her only targets. In her wake, one rule remains: Survivors do not see her face.

𝐀𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐕 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀 × 𝐑𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐜𝐞𝐨 × 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝕮𝖆𝖓 𝖇𝖊 𝖗𝖊𝖆𝖉 𝖆𝖘 𝖘𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖉 𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖓𝖊..... ══ ❀•°❀°•❀ ══ Riya... Just riya. No surname... She left that behind for good. For the past three years, she had been his personal assistant. Efficient, smart, and unfailingly reliable. From not even knowing how to work a coffee machine to anticipating what Aarav wanted before he even asked, she had grown so much. To most people, she seemed simply reserved, maybe even distant. But there was a heaviness in her eyes, an unspoken story she carried in silence, waiting for the moment it could no longer stay hidden. --- Aarav Malhotra... a man people didn't argue with. CEO and director of his father's legacy, he ran his office like a battlefield. Mistakes weren't forgiven. Mediocrity wasn't tolerated. He was sharp, cold, and precise, a presence that demanded attention. Yet behind the suit and the stern expressions, there was another side to him. Around family, his walls came down. The sharp edges softened. He became gentle and caring. To most, he was unapproachable. But to the few he allowed close, he was everything he seemed not to be. --- What happens when aarav asks Riya's hand in marriage for convenience? Would their story only be limited to convenience? Or will the two lives bloom into something beautiful? --- Age gap (6 years) Arranged marriage Trauma healing Slow burn --- #2 in india (29.04.2026 and more)

At The Varchasva Lyceum, the lines are drawn in palace marble. On one side is Anirudh Gaekwad, the Crown Prince of Raghugarh, for whom legacy is a birthright and leadership is a burden. On the other is Ishwari Joshi, the scholarship student, for whom every mark is a battle won and the school is her ticket to a better life. Their worlds were never meant to collide. Forced to partner for a year-long project, their intellectual rivalry sparks a connection that defies all the rules. But between palace expectations and scholarship pressures, their almost-story almost-ends in a painful, silent goodbye. Years later, their paths cross again. He is the modern prince grappling with his legacy. She is the lawyer hired to save it. The boy she knew is now a man, and the girl he remembers has become a force of nature. Is the history between them just a ghost of a forgotten prologue? Or can they finally write their own ending?

Bekhudi: His Ruthless Obsession She was just seventeen when she confessed her love to him. He was twenty-four her brother's best friend and he rejected her coldly, calling her feelings "childish." Heartbroken and humiliated, Shivani left the country, vowing to never look back. Ten years later, she returns as a bold, successful fashion designer -confident, guarded, and far from the innocent girl he once knew. But fate has other plans. When her life spirals into danger, the only person she can turn to for help is the same man who once shattered her heart: Vikram Singh Rathore... He was supposed to protect her. Instead, he decides to own her. What started as a childish crush has now become his darkest obsession. And this time, he won't let her go. She wants freedom. He wants her completely. In the game of love and control, who will win? A story of rejected love, burning obsession, and dangerous possession.

When Jasmine Cooper runs into a drunk rapist, a man saves her. It is Xavier Ravarivelo, the billionaire Mafia whose bride left him at the altar. Jasmine Cooper looks just like his run-away bride, Andre, who was being forced to walk down the aisles with Xavier. Jasmine has the same look and tattoo as Andre but different hair color and personality. Taking her against her will; he forces her to marry him. He wants revenge for the humiliation he got after his supposed bride left him at the altar but Jasmine is hell-ass sure she never abandoned anyone at the altar. How will Xavier find out that Jasmine is different from his runaway bride? How long will it take for Xavier to note the difference between Jasmine and Andre?