𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢, 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪. 𝘉𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘯. 𝘜𝘯𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥. Her '𝘒𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘥' list? Longer than her karma list. Her confidence? Higher than her salary expectations. She enters corporate life with one rule - no drama, no distractions, no kaand. But destiny has other plans. Because across the glass cabin stands her strictly professional, allegedly "sadu" manager... who heard her first opinion about him. Will Samiksha survive corporate life without creating another kaand? Or will the biggest risk of her career be falling for the one man she judged too soon? And HR... Please stay out of this. ✿✿✿ 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐢. 𝘚𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦. 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵. 𝘜𝘯𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘣𝘭𝘦𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤. The topper who respects everyone, never back-replies, never raises his voice. The kind of boy professors trust and parents adore. Love was never on his timetable - until she walked in. The baddie. The backbencher. The girl who offends before she greets. The one who claims she hates men... especially the "nice ones." And somehow, out of all people, the softest heart in the room chose her. But when a boy who has never raised his voice decides to fight for love, will her walls stay stronger - or will his quiet patience finally break through?

"You look damn cute when you short circuit like this" he teased. She narrowed her eyes, stomped her foot dramatically, and huffed, "You are evil Manik Malhotra!" before spinning on her heel and marching back toward the bedroom. His laughter echoed through the kitchen as he stirred sugar into both mugs. "Now you know," he called after her, mischief dripping in every word. "You better be prepared then, cause the first night isn't over yet, and I'm not stopping until you are ruined." He shouted between his laughs. She didn't reply, but he swore he heard a low groan and a muttered curse under her breath. She stormed into the bedroom with fiery cheeks and a faster heartbeat, the sound of his laugh still buzzing in her ears. The audacity of that man. The way he kissed her like he owned her, then turned back to making coffee like it was no big deal. Like her legs weren't jelly, like her skin wasn't still tingling. She reached for the blanket on the bed and threw it over her head, hiding her burning face even from herself. "Monster" she muttered into the fabric. "Excuse me?" came his voice from behind. The teasing arrogance in it made her groan into the pillow. He stood at the door with two mugs in his hands and a smirk on his face that could melt glaciers. He walked in slowly, taking his time, every step deliberate, his eyes dark with amusement and something deeper. ........ Manik Malhotra, an experienced pervert marries an innocent virgin Nandini. Driven by her beauty he wanted to claim her on their first night but... He fails, In order to get what he wanted, he plans to teach her everything about intimacy. But the thing is, Do we get what we want that easily? Well I don't think so! So come and dive into the book to find how things unravel, how Manik gets Nandini or how even he becomes a lover from a heretic pervert. The Story Contains, Sexual Assault || Foul Language || Hard-core Intimacy || SO READ AT YOUR OWN RISK.

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

After an unexpected ceiling collapse sends her apartment into chaos, Madelaine Grayson ends up living with her brother - and dangerously close to his tattooed, way-too-charming roommate. He's off-limits... but resisting him might be impossible. *** When Madelaine Grayson's bathroom ceiling caves in, it's not just drywall that crumbles. It's her entire world. Forced to move in with her brother, she finds herself swept up in the chaos of his new protective attitude - especially when it comes to his tattooed roommate, Noah Laurier. Noah is the epitome of perfection: sweet, hot, and embedded into every thought Madelaine has. But he's forbidden, and the closer she gets, the harder he is to resist. Well... what her brother doesn't know can't hurt him, right? *** "Matt's sister, I presume?" He walks towards the couch and my eyes widen. He's tall. I thought I was tall but this man could tower me, and when he reaches a hand towards me, there's an intricate clock tattooed on the back of his hand and his fingers have bones tattooed over them. This man is not human. He's tall and angular and dripping with sex appeal. This man is hot. Capital H, capital O, capital T. I don't think I've ever seen a human being so attractive. All I can think about as I force myself to keep my eyes on the screen is the feel of his jaw beneath my hand, and it takes everything in me not to look