SLOW UPDATES A marriage born out of chaos, A bond neither of them expected. An incident unknowingly ties them together. GARV RATHORE, the ideal son of the prestigious Rathore family and a devoted single father. Strong, reserved, and fiercely protective, he has built walls around his heart, choosing duty over desire. Love was never part of his plans until fate had other ideas. ISHANI CHAUHAN, the eldest daughter of the influential CHAUHAN family. Bold, Independent, and a force of nature, she has spent her life striving for family's love yet always misunderstood. Marriage was never supposed to be her battle, yet she finds herself tied to a man who was never meant to be hers. As Ishani steps into a life she never imagined, she finds herself drawn not just to the man she married, but also to the little girl Ruhi who steals her heart. In a story of unexpected connections, slow-burning emotions, and a love that defies all logic, will Garv and Ishani find their way to each other... or will the past keep them apart?

Between the ashes of revenge and the fire of love, they remain suspended - forever Arafta. On one side, Ateş - who lost his family to Haydar Yıldırım's cruelty in childhood and has spent years plotting revenge. On the other, Mercan - forced to carry the burden of her father's and brother's mistakes, yet still holding on to the pure love in her heart. When Mercan's life is threatened by her brother's debts, her path collides with Ateş. He saves her, but this "heroism" is actually the first step of a much bigger game. Ateş has returned to bring down the Yıldırım family. And to do so, he lays down one shocking condition: a marriage that will last for 187 days. What begins as a forced union turns into a whirlwind of family reckonings, bloody secrets, and betrayals. For 187 days, these two enemies share the same house, the same company, and the same battlefield. As time passes, the line between love and vengeance begins to blur. In the end, Ateş and Mercan discover that living in Arafta is sometimes the harshest punishment... and sometimes the true beginning of love.

Since the wait from Monday to Friday gets too long, here I am writing my own version. One-Two-Three shots, writing plots from the story. 1. Ates and Tahir to be continued, henceforth.

Him :I will distroy you Her : lets see who gets distroyed 🧨​ "Not your average retelling.The original plot, reimagined. I'm taking the bones of the drama and adding my own twists to create a faster, wilder, and more unpredictable journey."🔥 He married her to get his revenge.he was the most powerful mafia king with most powerful he had money he had power. She is the daughter of his worst enemy, and he plans to use her to destroy her father's empire. But there is one problem: she is completely innocent of her father's terrible deeds. ​And there is another big problem: She is not weak. ​This woman is bold, smart, and knows every fighting skill imaginable. Worse, she thinks he is the one who killed her mother , so her desire for revenge is just as fierce as his

This is a story of obsession that feels like protection, dominance that masks fear, and longing that survives even when love fails. In this book, Ates love too fiercely and say too little. Mercan feel too deeply and wait too long. Between them lie moments that could have changed everything but didn't. Graveyard confessions, late-night drives heavy with unsaid truths, stolen touches that linger longer than words, every story captures a fragment of a love that was never simple. This book is not about happy endings. It is about almosts, afters, and what remains. For readers who believe that sometimes love don't fade they fracture, and live on quietly inside us. Purva Narang ~

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞...𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. (English translation available.) 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐗 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 Her lips parted slightly, a whisper escaping before she could stop herself. "Abhimanyu Singh Rathore..." The man - Abhimanyu - looked up from her resume, his expression unreadable. "Akshita Mehra," he said slowly, as if tasting her name on his tongue. She sat straighter, pretending her heartbeat wasn't thundering in her ears. "So you're from Rishikesh, huh?" He leaned back again. His eyes gleamed with coldness. "So tell me, Miss Rishikesh... why should I hire you?" Her throat went dry, but she forced her words out. "Sir, my main focus will be on growth and development of the company-" He raised one eyebrow, cutting her sentence like a blade. "By fighting with the CEO?" A low chuckle slipped from his lips as he tossed the resume back on the desk. The sound made her blood boil. "You know what I want to do right now?" His tone turned sharper, colder. "Kick you out of my company. But... but..." He leaned forward suddenly, his elbows on the desk, his eyes boring into hers. Her breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze. "I have an offer for you, Miss Rishikesh." Her brows furrowed. "O-Offer?" "Yes. An offer to work as my P.A." Tropes: Boss × Personal Assistant Grumpy CEO × Sunshine Girl Cold, Short-Tempered Male Lead Soft-Spoken but Strong Female Lead Anger Issues with a Soft Spot Possessive Yet Protective Hero Enemies to Lovers Slow Burn Romance Office Romance & Workplace Drama Emotional Walls & Healing Love "Touch Her and Die" Energy

CAN BE READ AS STAND STAND-ALONE. This book serves as a prequel to Twisted Family of Sikandars, focusing on Aairah and Hayaan's journey from their first meeting to their early married life. This story is a journey through time-a tale of love, longing, and the inevitable pull of fate. Aairah fell first. She fell hard, surrendering her heart to a man who barely acknowledged its existence. For four long years, she loved him in silence, watching from a distance as her feelings grew deeper, stronger, and more unshakable. Hayaan Sikandar, the man who had unknowingly captured her heart, was a force of nature-powerful, untouchable, and entirely uninterested in love. But destiny has a way of playing its own games.

☼︎"𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝑺𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔"☼︎ 𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗩𝗔𝗞𝗦𝗛 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗛 𝗥𝗔𝗝𝗩𝗔𝗡𝗦𝗛 , A 31-year-old multi-billionaire, Chairman of SR Empire. As the King of Jaipur, he is a man of royal blood who rules with an iron fist and is the most feared man in the country. An arrogant man consumed by his own ego, he is manipulative, dominant, and charismatic. Shrouded in mystery and burdened with many secrets, he is a king whose cruelty is famous across the nation when it comes to his people. No one has ever seen him display emotions-they named him a monster, because his name alone is enough to strike fear. However, destiny has other plans, and he falls for someone whose identity is a complete fabrication-a façade, a perfectly crafted lie. When the time comes, whom will he choose: truth or his emotions, something impossible for him to feel? (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠) 𝗬𝗔𝗞𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗞𝗔 𝗥𝗔𝗝𝗔𝗪𝗔𝗧 A 25-year-old compulsive and obsessive individual, a certified genius and a skilled pretender. An orphan with psychopathic tendencies and an insatiable appetite-always hungry, never satisfied. A moody sunshine who loves cars and drives as if she has six extra lives. Beneath the surface, she conceals many dark secrets. One of them is her obsession with someone who is strictly off-limits to her. Will she give up? No-she'll stop at nothing to claim him, whether through love, lust, or blood. "Some love stories begin with fate. Theirs began with obsession." ☆★☆ ❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀❀ Wait Wait Wait - Yaha Kaun Kiska Stalker hai ? (Who's stalking whom here ? ) Oops 💀 ❦︎𓃠♔︎♧︎︎︎✍︎𖨆 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 , 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞

" 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠, 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐚 " " 𝐘𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐨 𝐰𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞, 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐒𝐚 " ᡣ𐭩 𝐊𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐚𝐯𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 & 𝐀𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 Both have known each other since childhood. He wants to get close to her, while she runs away from him. They are tied into the sacred bond of marriage, hidden from the world. He is ready to let the world know that he's taken by the most beautiful girl, but she doesn't want to be a part of his world. What happens when suddenly their truth comes out? ᡣ𐭩