Two love stories. Two impossible men. And four hearts that were never prepared for what was coming. Zahra Hamadi never planned on falling for Arhaan Bakshi. He was cold. Ruthless. Still haunted by the woman he once loved and the guilt of ever wanting someone after her. She was everything he didn't need. Yet somehow, she became the woman he couldn't stay away from. He married her without giving her his heart. She never expected to steal it anyway. And then there's Ruhaan. A single father who stopped believing in love after losing the person who meant everything to him. Until Hridaan walked into his life. Too young. Too loud. Too shamelessly charming. And completely determined to turn Ruhaan's carefully controlled world upside down. One romance is built on guilt, grief, and forbidden desire. The other on chaos, teasing, and a love neither of them saw coming. Because sometimes love doesn't arrive gently. Sometimes it walks straight into your life...and ruins every rule you made to keep it out.

𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. 𝐌𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫, "𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒." . They had already seen the worst, hadn't they? And yet, there was still something lurking in the dark. Someone following them like a shadow behind a curtain, watching every move in silence, calculating every next step, waiting for the unknown moment to strike. But that was never the real surprise. The real surprise was how terribly their enemy underestimated them, their strength, their love, and the bond that had only grown deeper with time. A bond forged through pain, silence, loss, and unwavering devotion to one another. They were diamonds now, shining brighter after surviving the cruelest pressure life had thrown at them. They were no longer just Ishan and Aadhriti-the silent yearners who loved each other from afar, too afraid to reach out, too broken to believe they deserved to be held. They were 𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶 now. Together. 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘸𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴. This is the story of how two people went from silently yearning for each other... to becoming capable of burning the whole world down for one another. A love soft and gentle at its core, yet fierce in its devotion. A love shaped by desperation, haunted by the wounds of the past, and driven by the terrifying fear of losing each other again. And perhaps that is what makes it so dangerous. 𝘚𝘰 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. _______________________________________________________________________

Maine kaha tha na... ki main lautunga. Aur jab main lautunga, toh tumhari is napaak basti ki raakh par mera Tandav hoga! (I told you... I would return. And when I do, I will dance the Tandav of destruction upon the ashes of this unholy city!) Twenty-two years ago, the Raghuvanshi lineage committed a sin that the desert sands could never bury. To save their kingdom from a perceived curse, they shackled their own first-born-an eleven-year-old boy with bloodshot eyes and a heart full of fire-and cast him into the darkness. To the world, he was a Kalank (a stain). To his father, he was a monster. To the records, he was dead. Present Day: The Raghuvanshi Haveli is bathed in gold. The "Golden Heir," Aryaman Raghuvanshi, is set to marry the ethereal Nandini Suryavanshi. It is a union of power, politics, and a desperate attempt to erase the past. But as the Haldi ceremony begins, the omens turn violent. The sacred turmeric burns Nandini's skin, and the air grows heavy with the scent of an impending storm. While the city celebrates, a shadow has landed. He doesn't come for a crown, and he doesn't come for an apology. He comes to reclaim the debt written in his own blood. Ranvijay Singh Raghuvanshi is back. He is the ghost they couldn't kill, the demon they couldn't cage, and now... he is the groom they never saw coming. As the wedding bells begin to toll, the line between love and revenge blurs. Nandini is the prize in a war she didn't start, caught between a "Prince" who is running for his life and a "Monster" who has finally come home to claim his bride. "Ishq kalank hai, aashiq kalank hai... aur ab, barbaadi hi is mohabbat ka shagun hai." (lover is a stain... and now, ruin is the sacred omen of this love)

❝𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒊, 𝑰 𝒉𝒂𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒆𝒓.❞ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 𝑨𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒗 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 was a man who never believed in softness. The King of Udaipur, the powerful CEO of Rajvansh, and the feared king of the underworld, he was known for his cold eyes, ruthless nature and rude words. Nothing could shake him, and no one had ever managed to reach the man hidden behind his walls. Until the day he collided with her. 𝑨𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒆𝒉𝒓𝒂 was just a girl living her simple college life, unaware that a single collision would change the course of both their lives. He expected to walk away as he always did, without another thought, but the moment his eyes met hers, something unfamiliar stirred within him. For the first time, his carefully guarded heart felt strangely restless, drawn towards someone he barely knew. He tried to dismiss it as a passing moment. He tried to remain the same cold, indifferent man. But every time she appeared before him, something inside him softened a little more. The man who never cared about anyone suddenly found himself noticing her smile, remembering her words and wanting to be near her. He didn't understand what was happening to him-he only knew that after meeting her, the world he had always known no longer felt the same. And perhaps the most unexpected part was that Aariv Rajvansh, a man who had never bowed before anyone, had unknowingly found himself willing to surrender his heart to the one girl who had simply walked into his life. ● 𝑨𝒏 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆. ● 𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒈 × 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍. ●

Amara Williams x Kevin Raichand𓏧♡ "Fuck me harder, Mr. Stranger." Her breathless moan disappeared between them as his grip tightened around her waist. "Are you sure, Belladonna?" he growled, his voice dangerously low. "Will you be able to handle me?" "Fuck... yes." Her fingers dug into his bare back as the tension between them snapped completely and he thrusted deeper and harder into her. Neither of them knew that the stranger she met that night would soon become the man she could never escape. 🪷 Join their journey to witness a roller coaster of thriller adventure and a lots of sm- you know what I mean🫣 but but even if you skip sm- , you will get enough plot and twists and dramas....

#Book 1 of Fated Trilogy Fate has a cruel way of bringing two people to fire which could burn them. And when Aryan and Advika found each other tangled in between the fire, neither wanted to let go. But what they weren't aware of was when the flame would reach their hearts they wouldn't be left with ashes. Only scars. Tropes: Enemies to lovers Slow burn Brother's bestfriend Age gap College student x Business man Red string theory Yearning Past trauma Angst Political drama Groveling

There were seventy floors between the lobby and the penthouse of Nexora Capital but the real war lived on Floor 34. Miraya Vashisht survived corporate mumbai by having rules: arrive at dawn, triple-check every calculation, and never ever let down her guard around a man in rolled-up sleeves and an easy smirk. Then came Reyansh Somvanshi. Lateral hire. Industrial dynasty rebel. An infuriating genius who showed up late with an iced coffee, memorized eighty-page financial decks in twenty minutes and made it his personal daily mission to crack her porcelain composure wide open. When a $1.2 billion mandate forces them into the same soundproofed conference room with only one Junior partner seat on the line, hatred becomes a full-time job. But who knows what happens in a room enclosed by acoustic glass, late nights blur the boundary between wanting to defeat him... and wanting him just an inch closer.

𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐗 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐚 "Lie down on your fours," he commanded, his voice rough and sharp sliced through the thick air as his dark gaze was locked on me. My mouth went dry. I swallowed hard as my throat bobbed and a shaky breath escaped my parted lips. His silence pricked deeper than any loud, any needle or any warning as it was a promise soaked into the darkness his presence held - the kind that said, disobedience would have consequences. With a slow, agonising breath, hence, I obeyed and lied down on my fours on the bonnet of the car. The cold metal pressed against the delicate skin of my chest, my breasts squeezed hard between my body weight and the surface as my short body-cotton dress clung to my skin, riding up dangerously high and exposing my porcelain skin. I was sure my red thongs were visible under the moonlight cutting through the leaves, falling on us and making us glitter like stars in the dark night. I could feel his piercing gaze on the wetness between my thighs, a shiver ran through me as he approached slowly, his steps syncing with my heartbeat. He leaned down near my ear, his hot breath brushed against my skin as he murmured, "keep your pretty ass high in the air," he ordered, filthy and raw. I obeyed wordlessly. Then. A spank. His calloused palm landed on my bare ass - merciless, relentless and sharp. A gasp slipped free from my throat.

He was born in the world of power. She was raised in the ruins of silence. One carried a surname that could shake governments. The other carried wounds no one ever noticed behind her calm eyes. Surya Singh Rajvansh - the man the nation feared, worshipped, and misunderstood. A political heir with fire in his veins and storms buried beneath his silence. To the world, he was ruthless. Untouchable. A man who could destroy lives with a single decision. But somewhere behind the cold speeches and dangerous power, lived a boy still searching for warmth he never received. And then came Saryu Tripathi. A girl stitched together by pain, dignity, and quiet resilience. She never dreamed of power, yet fate dragged her into the darkest corners of politics, betrayal, and bloodstained truths. Their story was never meant to be a love story. It was a war disguised as destiny. Between political conspiracies, broken trust, hidden scars, and a love neither of them knew how to handle two damaged souls begin changing each other in ways they never expected. He learns that love is not possession. She learns that survival is not living. But in a world where loyalty is sold, enemies wear familiar faces, and every relationship hides a secret... can love survive the price of power? Or will their story become just another tragedy written in blood and politics? Ishq-e-Siyasat , a tale where hearts bleed louder than wars, and love becomes the most dangerous rebellion of all. Troops:- Political Heir ( CM ) × Law Student Power × Silence Grumpy × Soft Spoken Morally Grey Hero x Strong Yet Emotionally Fragile Heroine Red Flag Hero FOR WORLD with Soft Corner for Her "Only She Can Calm Him" Trope

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖀𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖘𝖊𝖓 𝕾𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 #𝟏 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐈𝐬 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐖𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐍𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐧, 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐓𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬.. "Who Were Loved Only When They Were Convenient. For Those Who Smiled Through Replacements, Silences, And Borrowed Love." 𝗠𝗘𝗛𝗘𝗥 𝗞𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗡𝗔🌟 Grew up unseen in her own home-always too much, yet never enough. Love existed around her, just never for her. 𝗔𝗬𝗔𝗔𝗡 𝗦𝗜𝗡𝗚𝗛 𝗥𝗔𝗜𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗡𝗗🌟 was chosen once, loved briefly, and then taught that even love can be taken away. An orphan by fate, a son by chance, and a replacement by destiny. On The Eve Of Two Weddings, The truth about power, inheritance, and ambition changes everything.. A Bride is replaced. A Groom is exchanged. And Vows meant for someone else bind two strangers together. What begins as a marriage born out of compulsion turns into quiet companionship-shared silences, unspoken understanding, and A Love that doesn't Demand to be Seen, Only Stays. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑷𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝑵𝒐 𝑶𝒏𝒆 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔... 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒑 𝑪𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑬𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓.. ⚠️ 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘 : 𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗮𝗶𝗻𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝘅 𝗼𝗳 𝗛𝗶𝗻𝗱𝗶 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗘𝗻𝗴𝗹𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗴𝘂𝗲𝘀.. Since English is not my first language, there might be a few grammatical errors. So if you're looking for a perfectly written story with flawless English, this might not be for you... Thank you for understanding 💋 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃