DECEPTIVE NOTIONS. INARA BAKSHI HAD NOTHING MORE TO OFFER THAN HER SOPHISTRY. TALES ONCE KNOWN. CAN NEVER FEEL TO UNCHARTED. JAILED INARA BAKSHI. PREGNANT. DEAF DAUGHTER. AND HER LOST LOVE. EVERY FORM AND FACE OF INARA BAKSHI CONSTRICTS HEARTS WITH ITS VEILED HISTORY. NARRATION, KNOWN. BUT IS IT TRULY? A LIFE LIVED IN VAIN, FEELS PERFECT ACCUSATION FOR SOMEONE LIKE INARA BAKSHI. VAIN HER CHILDHOOD. VAIN HER ADULTHOOD. VAIN HER LOVE WITH A VAIN MAN, DEVAKSHYA AGNIHOTRI MAN OF WORDS ONLY TO WASTE. HE WAS OVERLOOKED, HATED AND VICTIM OF MISCONCEPTED THAT HE WAS KNOWN. THE CHARACTER OF SIDE, HOLDING HIS STRINGS WITH A GIRL MEANT ALWAYS A CENTRE. ONE WAS THE TEARING NEEDLE SO THE ANOTHER WAS THE PRESSURE FOR STAB. HAND IN HAND SURELY, BUT WASTE. WASTE TILL LAST. EVERY LOVE STORY IS TRADEGY IN DISGUISE.

Book 2 in Royal series ✔️Story of Abhimaan Singh Rajvansh and Swadhinta Shukla.

✭ 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗜𝗻 '𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀' Nishtha~ "I think you should try flirting with someone who is interested in you. Because I am not at all interested in you or your good looks, Mr. Ahuja." Samarth~ "I will see how much longer she can resist my charm." ° ° ° NISHTHA CHANDWANI A single mother and fiercely independent, Nishtha works as the PA to the CEO of one of India's top publishing houses. Her life revolves around her 3-year-old daughter, Mishka, who is her greatest joy and biggest responsibility. Haunted by a traumatic past, Nishtha hides her pain behind a cold, no-nonsense demeanor, refusing to let anyone get too close. Love and trust? She is done with those illusions. DR. SAMARTH AHUJA A celebrated psychologist with a magnetic charm, Samarth is used to getting attention wherever he goes. Known for his playful flirting, he thrives on the chase but never lets things go too far. However, behind the carefree facade lies a man who fiercely protects those he loves. Samarth is someone you want on your side- a loyal friend who will go to any lengths to safeguard his people. But cross him, and his cunning mind can become your worst nightmare. ° ° ° What happens when an obsessive heart meets an unyielding soul? In this gripping tale of love, obsession, and danger- Nishtha and Samarth's worlds collide in ways neither of them could have foreseen.

Kavya,after being molested by her in-laws runs away one week before her wedding and ends up in a village. Keshav who is a priest in a village, who fell for kavya the second he saw her. What will happen when kavya asks him to marry her but it will be a CONTRACT MARRIAGE.

This book is part of a trilogy and is not a standalone!! ______________ Their love was born in darkness. It was lost to blood, power, and betrayal. Now, it must be crowned-or destroyed completely. Vivian Singhania rules an empire built on fear, loyalty, and violence. A godfather feared by syndicates, a man who never hesitated-until love made him vulnerable. Until Aarini became his weakness. And his war. With enemies closing in, alliances collapsing, and the underworld demanding sacrifice, Vivian is forced to confront the one truth he's been running from: power can win wars, but it cannot protect what the heart refuses to lose. Aarini stands at the center of it all-no longer just the woman he loves, but the choice that could end him. She doesn't want his empire. She doesn't want blood in her name. All she wants is peace in a world that has never allowed it. As past sins resurface and the cost of survival grows unbearable, love is no longer just an emotion-it is a battlefield. In a world where violence is currency and loyalty is bought in blood, Love Crowned In The Dark World asks one final question: When love has survived the dark... what does it become when it is finally crowned??

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

"Don't touch me... please, don't!" Dua screamed, trembling. "Shh... it's me... it's me... Baacha," Reyansh's voice was calm, steady, wrapping around her like a lifeline. Tears streamed down her face. "He... he will... he'll hurt me too... he bought me and my sister..." she sobbed, clinging to him in desperation. "Shh... I'm so sorry for your loss. No one will hurt you... not ever," Reyansh whispered, holding her close. Her body went limp, collapsing into his arms. "Baacha... open your eyes... talk to me..." he pleaded, heart aching. But she remained silent... unresponsive... leaving him holding her fragile form, the weight of her pain crushing his soul. ✨© Kaashi WRTS | 20 September 2025 | All Rights Reserved✨ ✓ Mafia × Innocent ✓ Talkative Female × Quiet/Listening Male ✓ Professor × Hacker ✓ Billionaire × Middle Class ✓ Sweet × Grumpy ✓ Possessive × Caring ✓ Protector × Vulnerable ✓ Silent Hero × Emotional Heroine ✓ Secret Identity × Curious Heroine ✓ Revenge × Redemption ✓ Dark Past × Healing Love 2025-9-20 started (⁠人⁠*⁠'K｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?