He never believed in love, but she captured his heart the moment he saw her. She didn't understand love, but he gained her trust instantly. He is consumed by a desire for revenge. She is as serene as water. He's the mafia king of all Asia, hardened by the world's cruelty from a young age. She spent her entire life in captivity, completely oblivious to the outside world. This is the story of Rudraksha Malhotra and Ruhanika Rajpurohit, two people who couldn't be more different, bound together by the ties of marriage. Can they conquer their inner demons and find peace together? Will Rudraksha allow Ruhanika to rule his heart? Will Ruhanika let Rudraksha love her? Let's find out together. Tropes: Age gap Mafia king × Caged princess Forced marriage Cunning × Innocent Two broken Souls

He owns the night - reckless, ruthless, and richer than God. She's drowning in textbooks, sleepless nights, Atharva shaurya Ranawat chauhan, the youngest trillionaire mafia heir, was born with blood on his hands and chaos in his veins. He buys everything-power, silence, loyalty. But when he crashes into , a sharp-tongued medical student who wants nothing to do with his world, he finds the one thing he can't control: her. She's too stubborn to fall. He's too spoiled to be denied. He offers her protection, privilege, passion - at a price. She swore to heal. He was built to destroy. And yet, under the weight of secrets, scars, and stolen moments, something dangerous begins to bloom... A deal. A dare. A descent into obsession. In his world of velvet and violence, will she be his redemption - or his ruin?

Heer sharma, a smart and intelligent girl who lives with her mother, and has no idea about her father. What will happen when one day , she has to live with her father's family which has her step mother and 6 half brothers, because her own mother had the last stage cancer and cant survive anymore? How will Heer manage to live in that house? TROPES~ High school romance 6 Protective Half brothers Bad boy x good girl Best friend's sisterxBrother's best friend 12th x 11th Bold girl Backbencherxtopper Family love

Note: This book is a hard slap in the face of those who believe book girls only fall for rich and wealthy characters. YUG AHLAWAT Yug Ahlawat, a 22-year-old man. A businessman? A mafia? A politician? Nope, he's a common man. Life has never been kind to him since the day he was born. He has no family, no one to call his own. But he isn't someone who gives up easily. He possesses every skill that sets him apart from the rest. Cold-colder than ice because he has seen the cruelty of the world. But even ice melts. His lifeless heart begins to beat again when he sees her. Still, he believes he's not lucky enough to deserve her. What he doesn't know is, destiny has other plans. Let's see how his life changes. PRISHA SINGHANIA Prisha Singhania, a 21-year-old girl from a wealthy family. A family with just a few members, none of whom she can truly open up to. People call her a spoiled brat. But those who really know her (if there were any) would say she's an angel. Sadly, she has no close friends, no one she can trust because everyone seems to want her for her money and she hates that. She loves a man with all her heart, unaware of how drastically her life is about to change. Let's see how two personalities collide. Something neither of them expects is about to happen. Join the journey of Yug and Prisha. This story is something new and unique that I haven't read on Wattpad before.

For years, Emily endured Mark's indifference with a smile. She loved him deeply, believing that one day, her devotion would melt his cold heart. But instead of warmth, she got betrayal. Mark fell for another woman-instantly, completely-and suddenly, the man who couldn't spare five minutes for his wife was bending over backward for her. Emily held on, clinging to the wreckage of their marriage, until the day she flew across the country to surprise him and their daughter, Lily, on her birthday-only to find them both gone, off playing happy family with her. And when Lily-her Lily, the child she had raised with every ounce of love she had-looked up at her and asked, "Can't Kate be my mom instead?"-something inside Emily finally broke. She stopped waiting. She stopped caring. She filed for divorce, walked away without a fight, and left them behind without a second glance. And then-then-Mark suddenly realized what he'd lost. Now the man who never came home is always home. The man who couldn't be bothered to remember her birthday is suddenly desperate to keep her. And when she tells him she's done? He pins her against the wall, his voice rough with something she's never heard from him before-panic. "Divorce?" he growls. "Not a chance." Too late, Mark. Emily isn't waiting anymore.

What had I done? Rajveer Pratap Ranawat was a crime lord, king of the fucking underworld and I was here, in his den with nothing but a notepad and a pen. His presence was suffocating, bone chilling. "You think you can uncover my secrets, Miss Sharma?" His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're playing a dangerous game." I squared my shoulders, trying to muster the same bravado that had carried me into this lion's den. "I'm not playing," I retorted, my voice betraying a hint of defiance laced with unease. "I'm here for the truth, no matter how deep it runs." A predatory smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with something that sent a chill through me. "Oh, I know your kind," he murmured, taking a slow step closer until his presence enveloped me. "Bold on the surface, trembling underneath." "I'm not afraid of you," I insisted, though the way his fingers brushed against my arm sent a jolt of electricity through me. His expression hardened, his grip tightening just enough to convey his power. "You should be," he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. "In my world, fear is survival." His eyes bore into mine with a primal intensity, a challenge and a warning wrapped into one. "You are already in deeper than you realize," he murmured, his voice softening imperceptibly. "And now that you are in, there is no turning back." The room seemed to close in around us and then is when I realised that I had stepped into a dangerous game-one where the lines between adversary and attraction blurred dangerously, threatening to consume me in ways I never imagined possible. "And you, my Dove," Rajveer's voice cut through the thick silence like a blade, chilling me to the core. His tone held a possessive edge, cold and commanding. "look like you are meant to be mine. And what is mine," he paused, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, "stays with me."

Shaheer Sheikh, a 38 years old man. The mafia king of underworld. People shake in their knees just by listening his name. He is ruthless, cold hearted. One thing about him that the world knows that he is possessive of things that are his. Extremely so. Ameera Mustafa Ali, a 17 years old high school girl. The only daughter of a multinational billionaire. A younger brother whom she loves to death and the apple of eyes of her parents. Everything about her intrigued him. How she laughed, how she walked, how she sat. The moment she appeared in front of his eyes, he saw his doom. He knew this girl has the capability of bringing him on his knees the moment she says. And you always keep your weakness close. So he did. He wanted her. She is his. And he won't stop until she is his in every sense.

♠️ BOOK ONE OF BRIDE SERIES ♠️ "A Queen doesn't need a King to rule". ZAID EDOARDO D'ANGELO X RAJSHREE RAISINGHANIA ____________________________________________ "REVENGE" That's what he wanted from my elder brother. Everything was going smoothly, I was focused on myself. But He entered in our lives and destroyed all my hopes, dreams like a storm. I never wanted to get married yet I gave myself to this monster whose insanity knows no bounds. My brother had betrayed him and he took me as a peace settlement between two Mafia families. I married him. I hated him from the bottom of my heart, each fcking cells, but maybe all this time I wanted a person like him. The man who makes me forget my past demons while he holds me closer..... ____________________________________________ "MONSTER" I'm sick of hearing this, whole life. Yes I'm a monster whose hands had taken numerous lives but I don't give two fcks because all I wanted is power, to rule the fcking World. Driven by Power and Blood. But for her, I was anything but a monster. My inner monster rests when she put my head over her lap. I never thought I would start killing for a woman. My traitor's sister. I wanted her brother's head because he snatched everything away from me. At first I wanted to use her to torment her brother but plans has changed. Now all I want is her and only her. She was torn between duties as a sister and as a wife, who will she chose....a brother or husband? Witness the journey of Heartbreak, betrayals, passion, obsession, hate, love.... Warning ⚠️ : 18+ content Plagiarism is highly prohibited 🚫

A story of four brothers, each of them going through their own tale of remorse and regrets. The eldest brother living in pain over the sin he committed. The second one drowning in guilt over his part in destroying a life. While the third brother is hurt deeply by the ones he worshipped. Finally, the little one who yearns for all his brothers happiness. Filled with deception, betrayal, pain all in the name of power, let's see how the story unfolds and how the brothers tackle it....together Thanks to all the readers who have decided to give my book a chance. Kindly refrain from blind copying.

The room was charged with tension, the air thick with unspoken words. Avni stood frozen, her heart racing, the weight of his anger palpable. "Why did you let him touch you?" he yelled, his voice echoing off the walls, sending shivers down her spine. She flinched at the harshness, fear creeping in as she searched for the right words, but they eluded her. "Avni!!! Answer me," he demanded, stepping closer. She instinctively backed away, only to feel his strong grip on her wrist, yanking her towards him. Their faces were mere inches apart, the heat of his breath mingling with hers, a turbulent mix of emotions swirling in the space between them. In his eyes, she saw fury and a darker undercurrent of jealousy, the intensity almost overwhelming. "I... I wa-" she stammered, but he cut her off. "I don't want to hear anything from you," he said, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "You just need to know one thing: you are my wife, and no one-no one-is allowed to get close to you except me." With each word, his expression softened, a deep-seated vulnerability creeping in. Yet the fire of his jealousy remained. "I really don't like it when I see someone else touching what is mine." The confession hung in the air, heavy with unspoken longing and possessiveness. Then, unexpectedly, he leaned in, resting his head against her shoulder, enveloping her in a tight embrace. The tension in his body slowly dissipated, replaced by an almost desperate need to hold her close. Avni felt the warmth radiating from him, a mix of comfort and a fierce need to protect, leaving her both shaken and oddly reassured...... Tropes ............ Marriage of Convience Hate to love Stranger to lovers Tropes Boxer X Fashion designer Possessive Husband Desi romance Arrogant X sunshine I May have lied to you but you belong to me, Princess 💗💗💗💗 .............