She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

He got up from the couch without a sound and wrapped his arms around her from behind, his fingers resting against the bare skin of her waist. She went still, just for a breath. "Good morning, jaan." He nuzzled into her neck, breathing in that faint scent of jasmine and something warm, something that was just her. She didn't react. Not yet. His mouth followed where his nose had traced, slow and unhurried, like he had all the time in the world. "Let me help you," he mumbled against her neck. She just nodded, quiet. Some misunderstandings don't end love... they only bury it. Aadhvi Mishra is sunshine in human form-kind-hearted, soft-spoken, and gentle enough to see the good in everyone. At twenty-four, she has learned to smile through the things that once broke her heart. Vihaan Oberoi, twenty-six, is everything she isn't-cold, blunt, and distant. To the world, he has no softness left to give. Except when it comes to her Once they are best friends Then a misunderstanding tore them apart, leaving behind unanswered questions, broken trust, and feelings neither of them could truly erase. Years later, fate brings Aadhvi and Vihaan face-to-face again. He still remembers the girl who once meant everything to him. She still remembers the boy who broke his given promise ... Will they uncover the truth that tore them apart and find their way back to each other? Because some love stories don't end... they simply wait for a second chance. ✨

[Slow updates] 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 The sacred fire had been burning too long. It cracked and spat like it knew. Like it had been waiting for a groom who would never arrive. The music had stopped. The smiles had died. Only whispers remained. "Left her..." "At the mandap..." "What a disgrace..." She heard every word. Still, she didn't move. Draped in red. Covered in gold. Sitting like a statue carved out of pride and humiliation. Her eyes burned so fiercely it felt like they might bleed- But she refused to cry. Tears would mean he mattered. Tears would mean he had broken her. The priest shifted uncomfortably. Relatives looked away. Her parents stood frozen between shame and helplessness. Time stretched. Suffocating. Merciless. Then- A voice. Sharp. Cold. Absolute. "I will marry her." The words didn't just interrupt the silence. They shattered it. Every head turned. He walked forward through the stunned crowd without hesitation, without permission - as if this was never a question of if, only when. He stopped before her. For the first time, she looked up. And the world tilted. Not a stranger. Not a savior. Him. The one man she had buried long before today. He bent slightly, his presence swallowing the chaos around them. His voice dropped, meant only for her, each word deliberate... intimate... inevitable. "Welcome back in my life, sweetheart." Not an offer. A claim. As if she had never truly escaped him.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟒 𝐨𝐟 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬... 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞," 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐚𝐫. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧." She loved him when she was too young to understand what love meant. He rejected her when he was too guarded to feel anything at all. On her eighteenth birthday, she confessed her heart to the man she had loved for years-her brother's best friend. His rejection was cold. Precise. Unforgettable. "You're not the girl I desire." Five years later, fate brings them face to face again-not as a girl with a foolish crush, but as a woman ready for marriage... to someone else. This time, he doesn't return to reject her. He returns to marry her. She no longer asks for his love. She no longer waits to be chosen. Yet his sudden yes feels more dangerous than his past rejection ever did. Once, she begged him to see her. Now he claims her without love. And she fears that becoming his wife will hurt far more than the day he told her she was not the girl he desired. #Top 4 in India (29/9/26)

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 "I think Chahat and Veer should talk in private," Parvati ji suggested. Urmilla ji nodded, asking Chahat to take him to the terrace. The moment they were alone, Veeransh spoke - straight, emotionless. "I'll come to the point. I have no interest in marriage. I'm agreeing only for Dadi. Don't expect anything beyond respect and loyalty." Chahat's eyes hardened. "What if I say no? Actually... I am saying no. It was nice meeting you for the last time, Mr. Raghuvanshi." She turned to leave. Just as her hand reached the door, her phone buzzed - an unknown number. She ignored it. "Dekh lo," Veer's voice came from behind, edged with a faint smirk. "Might be important." Something in his tone made her open it. A video. Her breath stopped. She staggered back in shock - straight into him. Veeransh leaned down, close to her ear. His breath brushed her neck, sending a cold shiver down her spine. "A yes from your side... or a yes from mine," he whispered, voice low and dangerous. "Choice is yours."

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟑 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐄 I stepped into the room and the sight before me made my heart drop. Chachi was crying uncontrollably while Mom tried to console her, whispering soft words that clearly weren't helping. On the bed lay the bridal lehenga-perfectly arranged, untouched... as if the bride had simply vanished from the moment. A strange uneasiness crept into my chest. "Chachi... what happened? And where is Lavanya?" I asked, my eyes searching the room, hoping she would suddenly walk out from somewhere laughing. Mom looked at me, her eyes red. "Lavanya... ran away." For a moment, the world seemed to fall silent. Ran away? The words echoed in my mind like a cruel joke. Just last night she had smiled at me, telling me she was happy. How could she disappear like this on the day of her wedding? Before I could process the shock, Chachu suddenly stepped forward. And then he did something that made my breath hitch. He folded his hands in front of me. "Shivanya... please do your chachu a favor. Please marry Abhimaan." My heart stopped. "Chachu... I- I can't do that," I said, stepping back, shaking my head in disbelief. "This is wrong. And what about him? How can I-" "He has already agreed," Papa said softly from behind me. I turned toward him, stunned. "He... what?" "He said yes," Papa continued gently. "Our reputation, our honor... everything lies in your hands now. Trust me, beta. He will keep you happy." Happy? The word felt strangely hollow. Because the truth was far more complicated. She wanted to walk away from every memory of him... every moment that once shattered her heart. Yet destiny, with a twisted smile, was pushing her toward the same man she once swore to forget. Was it truly destiny's plan... or someone else pulling the treads...

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐨𝐟 ✧ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝑅𝑜𝑚-𝑐𝑜𝑚 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝒉 𝐷𝑎𝑟𝑘 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐𝒉 𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒚𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏 ❀ I never thought my life would be tied to him - the man who is my complete opposite. Where I am shadows and silence, he is light and laughter. I have spent years trapped in my past, haunted by memories that refuse to fade, while he moves through life effortlessly, bringing joy to those around him. But me? I only bring pain. I hurt those who get too close, whether I mean to or not. And now, the cruel twist of fate has bound me to someone I despise - my academic rival. The one person I have never been able to stand. We have spent years at each other's throats, never backing down, never conceding. So why? Why the hell would he want to marry me? What game is he playing? Fine. If he thinks he can handle me, he's wrong. Now that we're married, I'll make sure he regrets every single moment of it. 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒏 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 ❀ What the hell was she thinking? Did she really think she could walk away from me? I warned her. Told her not to go through with that marriage. But she never listened. Four years. Four damn years by my side - challenging me, pushing limits. And now? She actually thought she could marry someone else? That she could belong to another man? That she could live a life that didn't include me? Hell no. If she was so determined to ruin my patience, I'd return the favor. That's why I did the only thing I could - I kidnapped her and made her mine. Now, she has no choice but to stay. And I? I will make sure she suffers for daring to think she could ever escape me. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

​"𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝑰 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒘 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆. 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒅𝒊𝒅𝒏'𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏 𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒍𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒍." ☆ 𝑨 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 ? " 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒚 𝒇𝒂𝒗𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 " 𝖳𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗒 𝗂𝗌 𝖻𝖺𝗌𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗆𝖺𝗄𝖺𝖿𝖺𝗍 - 𝖾 - 𝖺𝗆𝖺𝗅

Additional note : The chapters of the book are already in sequence . It is just , they are divided into sub-plots of the book . Don't worry , You can start. #Book-2 in Lost Royalty series He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?