𝑾𝒂𝒒𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒕𝒂𝒒𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒕𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒂 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒍𝒂 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒍𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊. Parthvi never chose this for herself but she became the price for a crime she never committed. Rana Rudra Adhiraj Raisinghania is cold, powerful but and broken by the past and wants only one thing, payback. He is meant to be her punishment and she is meant to pay. But when does anything go according to your plan when god has one of his own and sometimes the hardest battles are the ones we fight inside ourselves. But they are not fighting a battle, they carry the whole damn war inside themselves.

What had I done? Rajveer Pratap Ranawat was a crime lord, king of the fucking underworld and I was here, in his den with nothing but a notepad and a pen. His presence was suffocating, bone chilling. "You think you can uncover my secrets, Miss Sharma?" His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're playing a dangerous game." I squared my shoulders, trying to muster the same bravado that had carried me into this lion's den. "I'm not playing," I retorted, my voice betraying a hint of defiance laced with unease. "I'm here for the truth, no matter how deep it runs." A predatory smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with something that sent a chill through me. "Oh, I know your kind," he murmured, taking a slow step closer until his presence enveloped me. "Bold on the surface, trembling underneath." "I'm not afraid of you," I insisted, though the way his fingers brushed against my arm sent a jolt of electricity through me. His expression hardened, his grip tightening just enough to convey his power. "You should be," he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. "In my world, fear is survival." His eyes bore into mine with a primal intensity, a challenge and a warning wrapped into one. "You are already in deeper than you realize," he murmured, his voice softening imperceptibly. "And now that you are in, there is no turning back." The room seemed to close in around us and then is when I realised that I had stepped into a dangerous game-one where the lines between adversary and attraction blurred dangerously, threatening to consume me in ways I never imagined possible. "And you, my Dove," Rajveer's voice cut through the thick silence like a blade, chilling me to the core. His tone held a possessive edge, cold and commanding. "look like you are meant to be mine. And what is mine," he paused, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, "stays with me."

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?

Looking for a love story with no unnecessary drama, but filled with emotions, passion and royalty? This one's for you... Abhiraj Singh Rajput- The Hukum of Jaipur. A man born to rule- cold, powerful, and feared by everyone around him. To the world, he was ruthless in business, a king who bowed to no one, a man who believed power and duty were everything. Love was never meant to distract him... until she walked into his life. The girl who turned his world upside down, making him fall harder and deeper than he ever thought possible. Advika Agarwal- The only daughter of the Agarwals. A gentle, introverted girl who always believed in love and everything beautiful it brings. But deep down, she thought no one could ever truly love her- that she was too ordinary, too insecure, too sensitive to be someone's first choice. Until one day, she met a man who worshipped her like a goddess, proving her wrong and making her realize she was worthy of every ounce of love in the world. Together, they embark on a journey of love, trust, and destiny... ~~Tropes~~ •He fell first, and harder •Arranged but love marriage •Possessive Male Lead •Grumpy Man x Soft Girl •Look at Her and Die •Royal romance •Strong protective Male Lead •Loving Families •Teacher x King •Age gap 💌 A story filled with love, care, passion, family, royalty, jealousy, and everything a reader craves in a perfect romance. ___________________________________

A rainy night. A silent tunnel. And a car that never came out. Some accidents are forgotten with time. This one became a ghost. Years later, the Raghuvanshis stand at the peak of power like modern-day royalty.. respected by the world, feared by their enemies, and bound together by a loyalty strong enough to destroy anyone who dares threaten their family. Yashveer Singh Raghuvanshi - the heir who carries an empire on his shoulders while waiting for a throne that may never be his. Samar Singh Raghuvanshi - calm, composed, and terrifyingly protective of the people he calls his own. Sahir Singh Raghuvanshi - the smiling chaos capable of burning entire lives with nothing but secrets and a screen. Yuvaansh Singh Raghuvanshi - the quiet soul whose silence hides the deepest storms. But power always comes with a price. Because buried beneath royal legacies, business empires, and dangerous love stories lies a truth that was never meant to resurface. And when fate finally begins connecting the broken pieces of that rainy night... love will no longer remain just love. It will become obsession. Protection. Possession. And destruction. ______________________________________________________________ ⚠️ Note: This story is currently on hold as I'm focusing on Akshara: The Forgotten Seed. I'll start this once that journey ends. Thank you for waiting with me 💗✨

They performed her last rites, while she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns.. not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies... they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal, but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... Or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

The Yadavs and the Suryavanshis - two of the most powerful empires in the world, collapsed in a single night. Both families vanished without a trace... as if they had never existed. But did they truly disappear or was it only an illusion? Twenty-four-year-old Rivan Rathore - ruthless billionaire, feared mafia king, and heir to an empire that bows to no one.. believes in control, not destiny. But is he really a Rathore by blood? Meet Rivan Suryavanshi - the last heir of a dynasty the world believes is extinct... The wielder of the seven core universal powers... and the man who resurrected the Suryavanshi empire from ashes. Twenty-one-year-old Ishika Raichand - a hidden princess no one has ever truly seen, lives quietly in Rishikesh, protected by a family that would burn the world to keep her safe. But only they know who she truly is. The lost Princess of the Yadavs. The secret force behind the reborn Yadav empire, the only rival powerful enough to stand against Suryavanshi Groups. The only person in the universe who can challenge him... break him... or bring him to his knees. Because the truth is far more dangerous than rivalry. 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙪𝙣𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙖𝙡 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙪𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙝𝙞𝙢. When two fallen dynasties, ancient powers, and a decades-old promise collide, they are forced into a marriage neither asked for... but both were born for. Because some bonds are not made by choice. They are written in blood. Sealed by power. And completed only when two souls become one. He thinks she's a fragile, clumsy girl. She plans to make him run. Neither knows- Their powers awaken only together. Their pain echoes across distance. And the enemies hunting them have waited their entire l

She was 18. He was 30..HE IS A KING Of marwar, Jodhpur. "I'm your wife, you can't ignore me rana sa!" "No, Kainaat... you're just a deal, a child." -"are u cheating on me?" She asked before breaking down. A forced royal marriage meant to end a long-standing rivalry between two powerful families. To him, she was a child bride - too young, too common, too unwanted. He gave her a palace, his last name... and nothing else. No love. No touch. No claim. --- - He's cold, royal, and ruthless. -She's kind, rebellious, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

Fated Bonds, Unwritten Destinies Sadhvika Aggrawal's life changed in the blink of an eye. One moment, she was holding her grandmother's frail hand, whispering prayers for her to stay. The next, she was bound to a man she barely knew. A marriage forced upon her in the last breath of the woman she loved the most. For six months, Aarvansh remained a shadow in her life, oceans away in a foreign land, untouched by the weight of their vows. But now, he is returning. Two strangers tied by fate, yet divided by distance and indifference. Will their forced union crumble under its own weight, or will destiny carve a new path-one neither of them ever saw coming? On the other side... Shivaksh is a man who never loses. When he sets his eyes on something, he makes it his-no matter the cost. And Adhvisha? She was never meant to be a pawn in this ruthless game of power and control. Sold by the very family that should have protected her, she ran, desperate for freedom. But Shivaksh doesn't let what's his escape. With the barrel of a gun and fire in his eyes, he bound her to him in a marriage of force, not love. Now, she stands before him-a storm in human form, unwilling to bend, unwilling to break. In a battle of wills and emotions, who will win? The captor or the captive? Two stories. Two souls entangled in the hands of fate. Will love bloom from the ashes of force, or will these bonds shatter beyond repair? Wait for the chapters of my book to find out... Love From. Hiraa🤍🧿

Rajveer Singh Rathore: A 26 year old man who is the soon to be king of Rajasthan and also underworld mafia king. He is youngest billionaire and also the eldest heir of Rathore Family. He is the richest men in India who hold the POWER of MONEY in the business world and also political world. He is one of chosen people who runs the whole country behind the curtains. He only believe in himself. Women's bow down in front of him because of his Greek god looks and body but he does not give a damn fuck about it. He does not believe in love nor in women's because he thought everyone want his money, fame and ofcourse looks. He care for his love ones, but he never show any emotion in front of anyone . Prisha Singh Bhadauria: A 23 year old girl . There is kidness, love, confidence, happiness, success present in her name. If anyone try to get on her nerves she does not hesitate a bit to show them their place. The true Indian beauty in and out .Living in London for her post graduation studies. She is the youngest daughter of Bhadauria Family. She does believe in love but not in her life. She love her family and love ones. Let's see how love begins between Rajveer and Prisha !!! Let see how she become his sukoon ? English is not first language so please don't mind If any grammatical mistakes..