'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

Book 1 of 'HIS' series ╰┈➤ ᶜᵃⁿ ᵇᵉ ʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵃˢ ˢᵗᵃⁿᵈᵃˡᵒⁿᵉ ❦𝐀 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞❦ . 𝘼naya Sharma is a beautiful, down-to-earth, silent and innocent girl with her radiant looks and slender frame. She's a college student who has been battling alot of issues all her life. She lost her mother in a very young age and her father remarried. She lives with her father and stepmother who mistreat her. She's broken but strong enough to hide all her pain behind her beautiful smile, all she wants is love, care and respect but all she has is HOPE..the hope of receiving all this one day in her life. Although not everyone gets what they want but here comes our hero; 𝙍eyansh oberoi who has gotten everything he ever wanted in his life with just a snap of his fingers. A hotshot, workaholic, arrogant, confident and enthusiastic person and next heir of 'Oberoi enterprises' his all focus is on his work, He has everything that one only dreams of; good looks, fame, enormous wealth and power..he's the pride of his family. He may be rude to others but a loving and caring person to his loved ones These two are different persons with different personalities but what will happen when their life will take U-turn and these incompatible souls have to bind in an arranged marriage A guy who always gets what he wants will he accept the Bride, he doesn't want? Will Anaya ever get what she always hopes for or left broken again like before? Lets see how their life gonna turn out Get ready to ride this rollercoaster journey

Love. Lies. legacy ~ 5 bloodlines. 18 Romances. Endless Ruin, Zero Mercy. A love so heated - it scorches bloodlines into ash. A love so obsessed it forgets where longing ends and loathing begins. A love so wrong, feels like fate learning how to ruin people slowly. --- People said the Shekhawat heirs were born during disasters. One during a cyclone. One during a riot. One beneath a blood moon. One while thunder cracked palace chandeliers until crystal rained onto marble. One while his mother bled into silk sheets and no one dared call it fate. One to temple bells drowning a funeral procession like prayer being punished. The old women of Gulmohar Hills never forgot such things. They said catastrophe doesn't arrive later-it is delivered at birth. And the Shekhawat sons grew exactly like that truth. Beautiful. Brutal. Unforgivably alive. Like something that would ruin you and never apologize. But Gulmohar Hills does not belong to one curse. The Jadeja heiresses are too hot to handle and too cold to hold. Legal bloodlines wrapped in silk restraint. Quivering lips painted crinsom forbidden to kiss. The Sehgal heiresses were taught something worse. Finish before you feel. Smile before you bleed. End it clean so nothing stains the reputation. The Shekhawats are industrial royalty- The Jadejas are legal nobility- The Sehgals are medical aristocracy- The third generation doesn't inherit peace. They inherit unfinished crimes. They fall in love across enemy bloodlines. Every relationship a move on the chessboard. Every marriage a negotiation. Every betrayals feel like instinct. Every kiss tastes of war. And every secret that was once buried under ancestral marble begins to breathe again. One affair is enough to collapse a dynasty. One confession is enough to start a war. One truth is enough to erase generations of control. The fall of one family could lead to the rise of another... unless Gulmohar Hills itself collapses under the weight of its own secrets.