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.

Aadarsh Sehgal plays many roles in his life. A businessman running the Sehgal & Sons construction company. The son who fulfills all his responsibilities of being the eldest, taking care of his father who is slowly losing out on his memories of him. The elder brother to four siblings. Of all roles, the one of being an elder brother takes the crown. Being the elder one he had always been responsible for his younger siblings. However losing at his mother at seventeen had transformed the young boy into a young responsible man all too soon. Ruhaani Khatri isn't a pessimist but she is a realist. Orphaned at a very young age she had learned very early on that life is not designed to be fair. So she never complained about life not treating her well and accepted whatever life threw at her. Widow and a single mother, Ruhaani wants to give her daughter the best of everything she can. Will Aadarsh and Ruhaani find a permanent place in each other's lives? Heart seems to be off limits.

She liked him. Quietly....deeply...in the kind of way that never asked to be seen. But he never saw her. Not as a crush. Not as a friend. Not even as someone worth understanding. He wasn't cruel. He wasn't confused. He just... never chose her. And still, she stayed. At first, it was small-just a fleeting feeling. But with time, it grew into something consuming... something that lived in every glance she stole, every message she waited for, every silence he left behind. She fell first. And then she fell harder. Until loving him became a habit she didn't know how to stop. Until one day- she did. Not all at once. Not in a dramatic goodbye. But slowly... piece by piece... she took her heart back. Or at least, that's what it looked like. Because now- she doesn't react. She doesn't wait. She doesn't care. Or maybe... she just pretends she doesn't. To him, she was just someone annoying. Someone easy to ignore. Someone who never mattered. But fate has a way of returning what was once overlooked. Because when they meet again- when her eyes no longer search for him- He notices. He pauses. He wonders. He feels. And this time... he falls. Harder than she ever did. Not slowly. Not carefully. But in the kind of way that ruins sleep and steals breath. While she- just watches, as if she feels nothing at all. 🏆 Ranked #1 in Crush 🏆 Ranked #1 in OneSidedLove 🏆 Ranked #1 in Reunion ~ a story that started with silence... and stayed. ❤️

A simple mistake by a rental agency turns 20-year-old Anika's dream of studying in Italy into an unexpected adventure. Believing she was moving into a house with two female roommates, the pampered princess from Punjab is horrified to discover her new home is shared with four intimidating, older male students. The leader is -a man so strict and dominant, his very aura commands fear and respect across the entire campus. To Anika, with her love for bunking classes, short dresses, and a cursed vocabulary, he is an infuriating obstacle to her fun. To him, she is a beautiful, reckless brat whose safety and well-being instantly become his sole responsibility. Glimpse: Anika tiptoes behind Vikram as he stirs something in a pan, her bare feet silent on the cold tiles. She's wearing one of her ridiculous frocks again - all ruffles and rebellion - and her hair is a wild halo from the breeze she let in earlier. She pokes his side. Not hard. Just enough. Anika (grinning): "Chef Rathore, do you take bribes in kisses?" He doesn't turn. Just pauses, lips twitching into that rare, reserved smile - the one no one else ever gets except her. Vikram (softly): "Only if they come with silence." She gasps, mock-offended, and pokes him again. He catches her wrist this time, gently, and presses a kiss to her knuckles without looking. The beginning few chapters might not appeal to everyone, and I'm completely okay with that. However, please don't leave negative comments based solely on the beginning. Give the book a chance and read it till the end. If you still feel that the book isn't good, you're absolutely free to share your honest opinion

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

"I am sorry... for denying the honeymoon suddenly. And thank you... for defending me downstairs." I inhaled deeply. Stood up. Faced him. There was confidence in my posture-not arrogance, not bitterness. Just certainty. His aura still intimidated me, of course. Par uss aura ka laur-rehne deti hu. I spoke calmly. "Rakshas-" I corrected myself immediately, "-mera matlab, Ranawat Sahab... yo maine tere khatar na kiya. Apne khatar kiya se." {-I mean, Mr. Ranawat... I didn't do this for you. I did it for myself.} He folded his arms, studying me carefully. "Woh kyukar, vakeel sahiba?" he asked. {How? Advocate madam.} I met his gaze without flinching. "Ji? Ib main kise paraye mard gail honeymoon pe thodi na ja saku hun."

Book #1 from RECKLESS HEARTS SERIES ִ ࣪𖤐 ────୨ৎ──── 𝐀𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐧 and 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐒𝐲𝐞𝐝 were childhood enemies who couldn't stand each other-until one day, they couldn't resist each other. Just as their bickering turned into love, a heartbreaking misunderstanding tore them apart, and Ayra left India, leaving Ashar behind. Years later, Ayra is back, as an adult successful woman. When 𝐐𝐚𝐢𝐬 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐤-a perfect gentleman who sweeps her off her feet, enters her life. When she began to grow closer to him, Ashar returns, determined to win her back. Caught between her past and present, Ayra must decide, can she trust Ashar again, or will Qais be her future? But when hidden truths are revealed, Ayra learns that not everything is as it seems. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬' 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 is a game of love and rivalry, where past wounds run deep, and only one heart can win.

A love born in innocence, Blooming in marriage. ❤️ Some love stories begin with a wedding... But married life? That's when the real story starts. 💛 Vid and Ruhi are officially husband and wife, but life together is far from simple. Between playful arguments, family chaos, and quiet, stolen moments, they discover that love isn't just about the "I do" - it's about growing, forgiving, and cherishing each heartbeat along the way. This is their journey after the wedding... Full of laughter, love, secrets, and emotions that test the heart. Because sometimes, the greatest love stories aren't the ones that start... They're the ones that continue after forever begins. © [2026] Rozalin Nayak

"I wish I had never met you!" Deepika's voice echoed across the classroom, each word a dagger to my heart. "Excellent! At least we finally agree on something!" I fired back, even as a tear betrayed the storm of emotions within me. With those final, stinging words, Deepika stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in her wake. The classroom felt like a graveyard, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, desperately wishing I could chase after her and demand the truth. Maybe letting her go was the right choice. Perhaps this is meant to be my unfinished love story, a tale of what-ifs and almosts. ✨ No Deepika. This can't be his bike. Not Arjun's. But I couldn't deny what I saw-the familiar brown Royal Enfield, now twisted and crushed. My heart hammered as I circled around, hoping, praying it wasn't true, until my gaze landed on the number plate: TN56 0809. Arjun's bike. Deepika! Stop imagining things! Arjun would be fine! I felt the world shift, the noise around me blurring into a single, deafening hum. Ambulance and police sirens echoed, and a stranger's voice broke through: "Two boys. Spot dead. College students." I clutched my chest, gasping for air as reality slammed into me. "Arjun..." I whispered, barely holding myself together. Tears stung my face as I sank beside the wreck. "No, Please, No!" My voice cracked as the weight of regret settled in, suffocating me. ✨ Ex-Crush: More than just a crush, but a little less than love. ✨ Arjun and Deepika were hopelessly in love-only they never realized it. Will they find their way to each other, or will their love story remain forever unfinished? ✨ Join Arjun and Deepika on a journey back to those dreamy college days-days where every moment felt eternal, love was unspoken yet ever present, where friendship bloomed like wildflowers, offering a sanctuary from the harsh winds of reality. Come, wander with them through the corridors of college days, where the echoes of laughter still linger. (Comp