Previously known as "Destined Love" "𝑨 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔-𝑨𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒔" Second book in Destined series

𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐶𝐸𝐷 𝐵𝑅𝐼𝐷𝐸 Bound by Fate. Trapped by Hate. Consumed by Obsession. She has been a prisoner her entire life-locked away, tortured, and left to drown in nightmares that never end. The world beyond her room is a mystery, and love? A fantasy she never dared to dream of. He is a prince and a ruthless CEO, a man who bows to no one. But even power couldn't save him from the trap set by her cruel uncle. Kidnapped and forced into an unwanted marriage, he sees his bride as nothing but a chain around his neck. A fragile, unwanted burden. But when he learns the truth-the horror she has endured-his hatred turns into something far more dangerous. Possession. Obsession. An undeniable craving to claim what was forced upon him. Yet, in the shadows lurks another-a woman driven to madness, in love with him to the point of destruction. She will kill, manipulate, and tear the world apart to have him, even if it means erasing the wife he never wanted. In a marriage forged by cruelty, love may not be the only thing that blooms... because sometimes, obsession is the deadliest poison of all. Trops:- business × students Strong ml × innocent fl Grumpy × sunshine he fall first and harder Mature Agegap ©All rights reserved

In a world where power is everything, love is the deadliest illusion. She was meant to be nothing more than a pawn-a daughter who smiled on command, a woman who played her role. But behind her delicate façade lies a storm waiting to break. He took everything from her. Now, she will take it all back, piece by piece, until his empire is nothing but ashes. He was never meant to belong. An outsider, a bastard, a man they all overlooked. But he watched. He learned. And when he found her, the girl from his past-the only light in his darkness-he vowed she would be his. A marriage that was never meant to be. A game where trust is a myth, and betrayal is inevitable. She thinks she's in control. She doesn't realize-she's always been his to ruin... or to protect. When the masks fall and the knives come out... Who will truly win?

"𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕? 𝑰𝒇 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒂 𝒑𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚. 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖? 𝑰𝒇 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒚." ⋆⊱༻𖥸༺⊰⋆ once, he was just a professor. And she was just a student. he taught her how history can survive through restoration. she taught him that people can too. between lessons and forgotten manuscripts, a love bloomed, that seemed incapable of dying. but the world proved otherwise. damaged things can be restored, but ashes, can only be mourned. opposite philosophies were born in the same wound and she walked away with a mourning heart, while he walked away with nothing. as she walked away with not only the pieces of her heart, but ashes of his too. years passed, and this time, she devoted herself to restoration. not only of forgotten art but of herself. Roohi Mehra stitched together her life using the man's word she believed had long since turned to ash. until those ashes answered. Vedansh Singh Rathore returned. but not as the man she loved, but as the man that love failed to save. he became exactly what she had learned never to become from him. A man of apathy, sadism, and a man waiting at the end of an arranged marriage. She can no more fathom what terrifies her more- That she has been promised to a stranger.... Or that the stranger wears the face of the only man she has ever loved. This marriage was purely for business purposes. But Roohi is Kind, not dumb. she knows how to dig up the truth that's burried under layers of damage. and she will do exactly that, to bring light upon the truth of his character. and to avoid that, vedansh will shed more blood and damage on it until it becomes hard to decipher the truth from the lie. because one thing that vedansh's philosophy has taug

Betrayal never stays buried. Despite the depth of the hole it has buried into, it crawls through the bloodlines- starving, festering. It slowly spreads through the heritage like a plague- poisoning and rotting whatever comes in its way. Decades ago, empires fell due to the same illness. Families burned to ash, blood spilled onto the road as dynasties came crashing down. What was supposed to be a tie of blood, was cut down with the dagger of treachery and greed. But the past isn't dead, it's patient. It remembers. Jiya protects her heart of gold with the steel of bitterness. Soft where she chooses, steel everywhere else. Trusts too easily for some, not nearly enough for others. One wrong glance and she could bleed. Or bend knees. Diya was chaos wrapped in control. Harsh, sharp and untouchable to other. The poison of heritage amused her like some clown in the circus. But for the few she loves, she breaks herself open willingly. Nikola's intelligence is a weapon, His patience a trap. Viransh's charm is guillotine. They don't chase, they trap. They don't lie, they bend the reality on their wills, carving their chosen words into the depth of your mind. Every silence is a strategy and every glance a warning. From ruins, they rose. Bratva. Cartel. Power rebuilt darker and lethal than before. They lost as a dynasty and rose as reign of carnage. Now the past is clawing into the present. Unknown empires washing up to the shore like corpses floating loosely around the sea. Loyalties are fractured and past is questioned. Hearts are crushed down by the weight of treachery and hate. Nothing is sacred. Nothing goes away untouched- love, innocence and trust. Blood will stain hands, desire and betrayal would carve itself into everyone's heart. And by the time this gamble would end, only the cunning minds and strongest hearts would remain with their blood-stained hands and carnage carved into their bones.  

He waited for her. She left carrying a truth that could change everything. Two years ago, Nisha Sharma broke Arjun Malhotra's heart . What once felt like forever ended with misunderstandings, ego and words neither of them could take back. Now fate throws them together again. When Nisha unknowingly accepts an interior design project for the Malhotra Hotel Empire, she comes face to face with the man she never stopped loving - the same man who is now her boss. But Arjun doesn't know one thing. The little girl hiding behind Nisha... with his eyes, his habits, and his smile... is his daughter. As jealousy, unresolved feelings, family pressure, and painful memories pull them closer again, Arjun begins to realize that some love stories never truly end. And some goodbyes were never meant to be final. ✨ Second chance romance ✨ Hidden child trope ✨ Rich joint family drama ✨ Emotional healing ✨ Jealous cold male lead ✨ Office romance tension ✨ Happy ending

He promised to be the perfect gentleman. She promised to ruin him. Shreyash is the ultimate gentleman every parent wants. He is polite, intelligent, respectful, and blushes very easily. Back in college, he was the untouchable, brilliant senior and also Adhira's brother's best friend. Now, he's Adhira's husband, and he is determined to treat her with the utmost patience, care, and gentlemanly restraint. There's just one problem, Adhira is determined to be a thorn in his gentlemanly ways. Stubborn, demanding, and utterly unapologetic, Adhira knows exactly what she wants. And what she wants is for her shy, tightly wound husband to finally snap. From deliberate teasing under the family dining table to cornering him against locked bedroom doors, she is on a relentless, sensual mission to completely shatter his polite boundaries. As Adhira pushes him closer and closer to the edge, and once the senior finally surrenders control... there is no going back. Tropes: Brother's best friend Popular girl x Smart Topper guy Badgirl x Goodboy (in bed) Virgin x Virgin

𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲. ⋆.★⋆ 𝕯𝖆𝖗ᛕ 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ⋆★ ⋆. He intertwines his hands with mine, absorbing the half-dry mehandi into his palms as if he is completing the mehandi ritual with me. Or should I say, ruining my mehandi ceremony. "Sucked my cock but marrying someone else. That's very disloyal of you, Sweet Rose." He whispers his poisonous words into my ear as he pumps in and out of me, faster and harder. His big and thick cock hammers inside me, making my back pushed against the cold mirror with each thrust. But I should push him away or slap him for what he did to me a few months back. I suppress my moans in the back of my throat to not give him an ounce of satisfaction but my insides betray me, clenching all of him so tightly and proudly. "Answer me where should I finish? Inside you, like you used to love? Or on your palms where you have applied Mehandi of another man's name?" He pours his filthy words into my ear. And just like a few months back, I could not utter a single word this time too. I hate him. "I can hear your heartbeats. Do you really think I won't be able to hear your thoughts?" The voice that once used to bring comfort in my messed up life, is sounding so foreign to my ears right now. His sharp and ragged breath fanned over my neck before he captured my already swollen lips in his dirty mouth. "I got the answer." He chuckles roughly. ──⋆.✦ "𝘼𝙙𝙙𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙩𝙨 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙩𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙪𝙚. 𝘿𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙠 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙨𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙢𝙣 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙚?" ִֶָ 𓂃 ˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆★⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

⬩➤ VIRAJ × JANAAT(main leads) A tale that began with protection only!! But soon collided with something... A man with a legacy and a hidden empire For months, he stayed in the shadows, ensuring nothing reached her. Then decided to marry her. Soon, the line drawn out of protection started to blur. She became the moment he forgot to blink. She became the center of his world. He realized protection was not enough; it was never. From there, Passion started- raw passion. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ ⬩➤ VEER × HEER (second leads) She is a slow-developing woman. And he was a man who had already decided never to marry anyone. Until he shop flower from her. For her, he broke his rule and married her. Not out of duty. Not out of pressure. But as a responsibility. He surrendered it all-his expectations, his future, every unspoken dream Just to keep her safe, just to keep her with him. ﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏﹏ This is a soft romance novel-with gentle but passionate moments. Discretion is advised!! ©All rights reserved Started- 1 December 2025

"𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉" "YOU CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE ANYONE, YASHWANT SINGH RAWAT!" Mayukta Singh Rawat's voice echoed through the hall, sharp enough to cut through the stunned silence that had settled over the crowd. Her furious gaze was fixed on the man before her. Yashwant. The prince remained on one knee, utterly unmoved by his grandmother's outburst. Not once did he turn his head toward her. His eyes never left the woman standing in front of him. The entire gathering stared in disbelief. A king was never meant to kneel before anyone.Yet here he was,on his knees,for her. "Bataiye, Noor..." His voice was calm, unwavering, carrying only sincerity. "Kya aap humse shaadi karengi? Kya humein yeh mauka dengi ki hum aapke ardhang ban sakein?" A collective gasp rippled through the room. Noor Tripathi stood frozen, her fingers clutching the fabric of her lehenga so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she looked at the prince kneeling before her. "Yashwant, yeh kaisi pagalpan ki baatein kar rahe hain aap?" one of his relatives exclaimed in shock. "she is a commoner,you can not marry her ." But Yashwant didn't spare them a single glance. The world around him ceased to exist.There was only Noor,slowly, he extended his hand toward her "Noor..." His voice softened. "Sirf tab, jab aapki marzi ho. Agar aap mana karna chahein... toh bina kisi jhijhak ke kar sakti hain. Main aapke faisle ki izzat karunga." Noor swallowed hard, hearing him when almost instinctively, her eyes searched for her father. He stood a few steps away, watching silently.For a brief moment, father and daughter looked at each other. Then, with the faintest smile, he gave her a gentle nod.Tears threatened to gather in Noor's eyes. She looked back at Yashwant, whose hand still waited patiently for hers,Her lips parted,Barely above a whisper,