There are three rules. Never summon the Devil. Never trust Heaven. And never fall in love with the man who destroyed both. Sia breaks all three. Now Heaven wants her erased, Hell wants her claimed, and the only person standing between her and death is the devil who once dared to challenge God himself. The problem? Even monsters have hearts... and his is beginning to beat again.

He shut every door of hope for her... only to become the last door she could knock on. Kanak Agarwal, an Indian Army Captain, is accused of betraying her country, an accusation that costs the nation its finest officer, Captain Shashwat Rajvansh. Hated and misunderstood since childhood, judged by everyone she ever met, Kanak still chose to rise, and to prove herself. Now, trapped under the weight of humiliation and false accusations, she struggles to keep herself from drowning. Just when she tries to surface, there is a hand that pushes her back into the depths... Vihaan Mittal, a reputed lawyer chosen to fight the case against her. Having recently faced the brutal truth about his own father, Vihaan's faith in human nature has shattered completely. Regretting the mistake of trusting his father once again, he vows never to trust a snake twice. To him, people do not change, they only learn how to hide better. Vihaan feels foolish for ever believing in redemption. And when he watches his brother drown in guilt after losing his best friend, Vihaan decides to deliver justice.

Two families. One bond. Three men who would burn the world for her. .・。.・゜✭・..・。.・゜✭・. The Kashyaps and Randhawas were bound by blood, friendship, and loyalty. When Shanaya Kashyap was born.Aviraj, Hriday, and Rhythm Randhawa were just young kids.The moment they saw her, they knew-she was theirs. Too young to understand, too possessive to let go. Years passed. Distance grew. But nothing could sever the silent claim they had on her. Now, they're back from London for their sister's wedding-to Shanaya's brother. For unfinished business. For her. She's no longer a child. She's the woman they never stopped wanting. She fears them. She hates them. But they don't care. They aren't boys anymore. They are men-powerful, ruthless, and unyielding. And what's theirs? They keep. She was theirs from the moment she took her first breath.Now, they've come to make sure she never forgets it. Because this time, the Randhawa brothers aren't just watching. They are taking. ∘°∘♡∘°∘∘°∘♡∘°∘°∘♡∘°∘ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐦𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐧. please take this warning seriously and then proceed to read!

Three rules. One soundproof wing. And a centuries-old royal debt. Adyant Vardhan Rai is a thirty-year-old prince of the Rai lineage... ruling his ancestral Uttar Pradesh estate with tyrannical disgust. Inika Sen is the eldest daughter of a family bound to the estate for generations. She is forced to take the responsibility of a debt she didn't create. She enters into the mansion's soundproof wing under a brutal contract, Inika is given three absolute rules: keep her gaze on the floor, serve his cruel self, and stay out the second the midnight alarm sounds. Her family has guarded the Rai family's ugliest secrets for two centuries, but they have kept Inika completely blind to the horror waiting behind the doors. A dark gothic story. Trope: Elite old-money x generational servant dynamic, a genuinely unlikable hero, and a slow burn born in absolute isolation.

Zunairah Qadir never thought a brief fling could turn into a lifelong trap - until Zaraar Alam Baig came back for her. She blocked him from her life. Now, the powerful politician has destroyed every marriage proposal that wasn't his. Her "no" didn't end things - it fed his four years old obsession. And this time, he's not here to win her. He's here to claim her. This is not a love story. It's a battle - between defiance and a man who would burn the world to possess her.

𝗘𝗹𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗴𝗮𝗹 has never believed in the saying "karma is a bitch"... until a man from her past stood at the door of her room, a gun in his hand and rage in his eyes. "Your time's up, Jaan. Mine starts now." It's her wedding day, and she's about to find out what being a bad girl really costs. He is here to end the love story she started... because he hasn't moved on. And he sure as hell won't let her marry someone else. She can't manipulate him anymore. He knows every game she plays. But she doesn't know the man he's become. Because this isn't love anymore. This is sickness. And he won't stop until her heart bleeds his name. She calls herself 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍. But she doesn't know that 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚. .................................................. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐦𝐜 x 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 18+ | 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

"You can't just break into my room. If my father finds out, your family won't even have a body to bury. He will tear you apart," she growled, watching him lounge in her chair, casually leafing through one of her books. "Does your father know what kind of... guilty pleasures his innocent daughter keeps?" he asked, tracing a finger over a specific paragraph. She shook with rage, the mockery in his voice like a blade. He rose, crossing the room with the predatory grace of a demon closing in on his next meal. She held her ground, glaring daggers. "I will never give you what you want," she hissed. "My little cobra, trust me-if I don't have you, no one will." He leaned in, his voice a low, dangerous vibration. "You started this game of seduction without realizing what kind of fire you were lighting. Now, you'll burn in it." He gripped her jaw, his thumb tracing the curve of her lower lip. "You thought you were the hunter, Arshia. Now you'll learn how it feels to be the prey." 🔶 Arshia Khurana- The woman who never learnt to bow in front of anyone taking up on his father never learnt to forgive her enemies. She is spending her days in the shadow of the stalker she knows nothing about, her every step observed and recorded. She was known not only for her beauty but her sharp tongue and actions. Dakshit Duhan does not merely rule; he dictates the very gravity of his world. Where others scream for authority, Dakshit commands it with a silence so heavy it suffocates. He is the master of an empire built on the bones of his enemies, governed by a hatred so ancient and profound that it has replaced his soul, becoming his only absolute truth. When she saw him first, she knew her doom was near, for she wasn't able to look away again. Not knowing the danger she was willing to come across to when she crossed Dakshit Duhan who didn't just marked but consumed her very existence. 'She played with fire. He became the flame!'

She was only six when her fate was sealed with his name. Thirteen years later, when Dua returns from abroad, everyone expects a westernized, rebellious girl. Instead, they find a soft, cultured young woman whose beauty and grace leave whispers of envy trailing in her wake. She is no longer the timid child everyone remembers, but a breathtaking young woman draped in grace and quiet strength. The entire haveli whispers about her beauty. Some admire. Some envy. But only one man burns with an obsession he can't control-her husband by nikkah, Taimoor Arsalan Shah. Cold. Powerful. Feared by many. Taimoor never wanted a wife chosen for him. Never wanted the childhood nikkah that tied him to her. Years later, he has built a life of authority, discipline, and unyielding pride. But when Dua walks back into his haveli, draped in innocence and quiet strength, he is struck with a possessiveness he never thought himself capable of. Her lowered lashes and trembling lips make him realize that the girl he once ignored is now the only woman capable of undoing him. She wants freedom. He wants her surrender. And in a world bound by family honor, secrets, and desire- love was never supposed to feel this dangerous.The girl he once rejected is now the woman he cannot let go of-even if it means breaking her heart to claim it. "You were mine before you even knew what marriage meant, Dua. And now... you'll know exactly what it means to belong to me."

Note: This is an actual Slow burn. Please proceed accordingly. "How sore are you? Because I wasn't kidding about the strategy thing." Dark eyes glittered mischievously in firelight. "I have years of pent-up frustration to work through, angel. We're in Switzerland for another week." "What do I get in return?" I teased. He blinked, then tilted his head like a wolf considering prey that just turned out to be cleverer than expected. "What do you get in return?" he repeated slowly, amused and intrigued. "This is extortion. My own wife asking for compensation." "Fine. Counter-offer." He turned back to me, "I give you Paris, every city you want. Monaco. Milan. Milan especially because I want to see you in Italian leather." He pressed a kiss to my jaw. "I buy you jewelry that makes the royal family jealous. Rubies, pearls, things that catch firelight, I give the whole country in your hand if you want." His mouth went lower, trailing down my neck. "I eat you out every morning before chai, without exception, rain or shine." He licked the spot between my throat and collarbone, "I eat that cunt as my breakfast till the day I die." His teeth grazed my collarbone next. "And in return, you let me ruin you on every surface in our house." he rasped, "Kitchen counter, bed, shower, floor. That ridiculous stone bench outside on the terrace." He pulled back to meet my eyes. "That is a presidential offer, Mrs. Haider. Do we have a deal?" ~ Hazal Qaim-A politician's daughter and Wasi Orhan Haider-The president of Pakistan are childhood best friends but friends don't always end up being friends. So their fathers suggested marriage, and he rejected her but why? And why did he find another man for her to marry? And why did the groom disappear on her wedding day, only for Orhan to marry Hazal? ~ [Check the first chapter for tropes and introduction, and if you don't like it, feel free to skip. This book contains hindu/urdu dialogues but inner monologues are in english]

fractured love trilogy #3 Dominic King was the kind of boy mothers warned their daughters about. He has a sharp jaw, an even sharper tongue, and eyes like ice that had seen too much too young. He didn't talk much. Didn't trust easy. And he sure as hell didn't do feelings. He grew up half-feral in other people's houses, never quite belonging anywhere-until the Lorenzo's took him in. Elsie treated him like family. Grayson gave him purpose. Theo? He was more than a best friend-he was blood. Which makes Julia Lorenzo strictly off-limits. But Jules has never cared much for rules. Especially not when it comes to Dom. She's wanted him since she was old enough to know what wanting meant-crushing hard on the dark, brooding boy everyone else called dangerous and her brother called family. Now she's grown. Bold. Reckless. And she's done waiting. Dom knows better. He's tried to be good. Tried to be loyal. But she's fire wrapped in a tight dress, all smart mouth and wicked smiles, and he's so goddamn tired of pretending he doesn't want her. One stolen night is all it takes to ignite something neither of them can put out-no matter how many people it burns. A scorching, forbidden romance full of sexual tension, found family, emotional scars, and the kind of bad boy who was never safe to love but impossible to resist.