At the age of twenty, Jhanak Patel is called out in the middle of her college class and taken straight to the courthouse, where she is married to Sharad Sherawat. She is told that one day his family will return with a grand wedding procession to take her home as his wife. She waits... for days, then months, and eventually four long years. But no wedding procession ever arrives. Sharad never comes for her. Done with waiting, Jhanak decides to go to Sharad's city herself... only to come face to face with the man who never came to claim his wife.

18+, violence, blood, crime, smut, obsession, kidnapping themes. "Listen to me carefully," Devraj murmured, caging her between the marble pillar and his chest, his fingers tightening around her wrist. "No man touches you. No man looks at you. No man even breathes too close to you. You are mine." "This isn't love," Geetanjali whispered, her pulse racing but her chin lifting stubbornly. "This is obsession." He tilted his head, eyes dark, unblinking. "I don't know the difference." "I will never love you." His mouth brushed dangerously close to her ear. "You will," he said softly. "And I will be the only man you ever learn to." His hand slid to her waist was very firm, possessive, he was not hurting, but not allowing distance either. As if he was memorizing the shape of her. As if he was branding her without leaving a mark. "I have waited my whole life," he breathed against her temple. "You think I'll let the world have even a glimpse of what is mine?" And somewhere between fear and fire, she didn't step away.

Our marriage was arranged. So was our divorce. I obeyed my parents. He obeyed his. At 25, I'm a divorcée. A single mom to a three-year-old. At 30, he's a divorcé. A weekend father. Bravo. ------------------------------------------ WARNING: Mature Language.

She is sweet and kind. He is rude and arrogant. She loves talking. He finds solace in silence. She is clumsy and fun loving. He is cold and reserved. She is beautiful. He is ruggedly handsome. She is his princess. He is her devil. Kiara Sharma and Arjun Singhania are two opposite ends of a pole. Bound together by a marriage contract, these two hate each other. Or at least they think they do. Two very different people under the same roof- Chaos are bound to happen. Let's see if they survive this or end up killing each other. Seems like the devil has finally found his match and that too in the form of an angel. A story where the devil finally meets his angel.

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

"To the world I was just the Sheltered orphan of the Roy Chowdhury's but to her I was the entire world. I knew it and still chose to hate her." Rudraja Roy Chowdhury, is the haughty, arrogant daughter of Ranjan Roy Chowdhury, the internationally accalaimed thriller novelist and Kuheli Roy Chowdhury, a highly reputable lawyer. She never smiled in her life, not willingly, not until scripted and instructed by her parents. Never liked anyone or anything. She is a perfectly created walking wooden sculpture. Dhritiman Chattopadhyay, they call him Dheer. Calm, collected, intelligent and highly observant. His mind works differently and sees different outcomes in comparison to others. He sees things others ignore. At the age of three he was rescued and sheltered by Niranjan Roy Chowdhury, the retired minister and mathematician. They say Dheer is Niranjan's right hand man, his backup brain at the moments of difficulties. He never expresses his emotions but he smiles politely at everyone, without letting them know what's going on inside his conceited mind. He harbors no extreme feelings except one: his absolute hatred for the girl who genuinely smiled at him at the age of ten, Rudraja. She grew up worshiping him silently, borderline dangerously and he grew up avoiding her like the plague. Some obsessions are soundless, like the silence before the storm but when the wind finally takes momentum, it takes the shape of the most dangerous, most destructive hurricane. Their story is one of those. _____ Note: This is my original work of art, hence all copyrights are reserved. Anything found like this later and I won't hesitate to take actions. Also, the book cover is made by me, so please don't use or copy it without permission. Thanks. Now, happy reading my lovely readers. ❤️

"𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂" ➽───────────────❥ "Mujhe tumse pyar hogaya hai Sher " I was lying to my father's right hand and his best bodyguard , just for the sake of my freedom . It was all a game for me and he was the only key to my escape . "Sham hogayi hai , chalo tumhe ghar le chalu . Baba sahb intezaar kar rhe honge " He was firm , not even looking me in the eyes and I thought to myself that the last chance to my freedom was at nothing but a dead end . "Kyu Mai achi nahi lagti ? " "Bohot achi lagti ho " My heart began hammering against my chest hearing the confession ,"itni achi ki tumhare liye mai puri duniya mein aag laga sakta hu par uss aag mein tumhe nahi jalne de sakta Shannara " "Kisse bacha rahe ho mujhe ? Mere baap se ?" "Nahi, Apne aap se" Seducing my father's Right hand doesn't end well because he's not just any other man . He's MY FATHER'S SHER . His deadliest weapon . His love for me is uncontrolled, unrestrained and unfortunately I've started a game that was never meant to be escaped . ⚠️ contains mature themes , language and graphic violence !! [ UNEDITED ] ➽───────────────❥ #1 Green flag as of 7/5/2026 #1 election 13/5/2026 #1 Hindi 15/5/2026 #1 Seduction 14/6/26 #1 bodyguard 16/6/2026 #2 Haryana as of 15/5/2026 #2Mansion as of 13/5/2026 #3 College as of 9/6/2026

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

A Mafia Romance | Enemies-to-Lovers | Forced Marriage | She was his enemy's daughter. He was her nightmare in flesh. THE WEDDING IS NOT FOR LOVE. IT'S JUST FOR REVENGE! Once full of laughter, Brinda becomes silent and sad, trapped in a mansion where everyone watches, whispers, and waits for her to fail. Her only solace? The rare kindness from Vivan's brothers and sisters-who begin to see the fire behind her broken smile. As Vivan falls for the very girl he vowed to destroy, Brinda must decide whether she can ever forgive the man who took her freedom.... In a world of blood oaths and bullet scars, can a love born of hatred survive.... #DarkRomance #EnemiesToLovers #TraumaHealing #StrongFemaleLead #PsychologicalThriller #FamilyDrama #IndianFiction #MarriageOfConvenience

I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.