𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 : 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐄𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 × 𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐇𝐔𝐀𝐍 She spreads joy like sunshine, He spreads fear like a storm. She runs from the dark, He rules in the dark. She is the heartbeat of kindness, He is the heart of cruelty. She saves people from pain, He causes pain without a second thought. What will happen when the innocent heart and the ruthless heart choose to be bound together in arrange marriage but arrange by him ? #𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 - 𝟎𝟐|𝟎𝟖|𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 #𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 - 𝟎𝟑|𝟎𝟖|𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 #𝐓𝐨𝐩 𝟔 𝐢𝐧 𝐈𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐚 - 𝟏𝟖|𝟎𝟗|𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭 : 𝟎𝟒| 𝟏𝟐 | 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?" His voice came low, almost amused. "𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤." Two empires. One shattered alliance. A war that demanded blood. A nightmare for Samravathi's last princess... and a disgrace the Sultan of the Rubiyat Sultanate could not afford. Secrets unravel, bonds turn bitter, and a curse is reborn.

He is ruthless She is destruction. He protects what is his. She destroys anyone who dares to touch what belongs to her. But Destiny plays it's game of An accidental marriage that binds them together in a secret neither of them expected. The question is- Will his devotion calm her destruction... Or will her destruction consume them both?

𝗗𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗱 𝗩𝗼𝘄𝘀 Some vows are born from love. Some from necessity. And some are made knowing they were never meant to be kept. What happens when an assassin marries her target? For Alira Sethi, the marriage is nothing more than a means to an end. Find her father's murderer. Her husband, Vyan Agnihotri, doesn't want a wife. He wants revenge against the daughter of the man he believes destroyed his sister's life. A marriage built on lies. A relationship built on suspicion. And two people who were never supposed to want each other. But hatred becomes dangerously complicated when the person you're meant to destroy starts becoming the one you instinctively protect. 𝐀𝐥𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢- "𝗪𝗮𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗜 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗴𝘂𝗻 𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁? 𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝗮𝗺 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁, 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗻 𝗜 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝗱." What happens when the person you were never supposed to love becomes the one person you can't afford to lose? 𝐕𝐲𝐚𝐧 𝐀𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐢- "𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗲𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗲. 𝗜 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝗶𝗺𝗮𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝗜'𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗸 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗯𝗮𝗱𝗹𝘆, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝘂𝗻𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻." Two hearts. Too many secrets. And vows that were never meant to be trusted. ____________________________________ Toh chalo shuru karte hain ;⁠)

#MAFIA_SERIES 🔥 Aanya, stop," Adwait said, his voice slightly louder now, laced with warning. She could see it-he was about to snap. Yes, yes, now he'll lose it, she thought, a thrill sparking in her chest. But instead of reacting with anger, Adwait simply leaned back in the chair, eyes locked on hers. Then, without a word, he began to unbutton his shirt-slowly, deliberately-each movement exaggerated, until he yanked it off and tossed it aside. Aanya's eyes widened. Her jaw dropped. Shock flooded her face. "Ahhh! Shameless!" she shouted, spinning on her heel and making a dash for it. But he was faster. Adwait stood in a flash, reached out, and caught her wrist mid-stride. She turned, her hand already balled into a fist, aiming straight for his face. But he caught it mid-air. In one smooth motion, he twirled her under his arm like a dancer, then leaned in and pressed a bold kiss to her left cheek. Her mouth dropped open again-outrage, disbelief, and something else flickering in her eyes. She didn't hesitate. This time she lifted her knee, aiming for his stomach, but he caught her leg with ease. Sliding one arm under her knee and the other around her waist, he bent her slightly backward in a dramatic dip. Before she could wriggle free, he kissed her right cheek. Then-thud. He let go. Aanya landed squarely on the floor, right on her backside. Crossing his arms over his bare chest, Adwait looked down at her, a smug smile playing on his lips. "You lost," he said. __________________

𝗛𝘂𝗺 𝗵𝗮𝗶 𝗿𝗮𝗵𝗶 𝗽𝘆𝗮𝗮𝗿 𝗸𝗲... 𝗽𝗵𝗶𝗿 𝗺𝗶𝗹𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗲. ꜰʀᴇʏᴀ × ɪᴢᴀᴀɴ (ᴇʏᴀᴀɴ): ⟡Strangers to lovers ⟡Slow burn ⟡Quiet boy × expressive girl ⟡Silent understanding ⟡Art meets structure ⟡Love in the in-between moments ────୨ৎ──── ᴇʟɪᴢᴀ × ᴅᴀɴɪꜱʜ (ᴢᴀɴɪꜱʜ): ⟡Different worlds, same language ⟡Structured × spontaneous ⟡Chaotic boy × composed girl ⟡Emotional awakening ⟡He feels, she understands ⟡Rhythm before words ────୨ৎ──── ᴀꜰɪꜰᴀ × ᴢᴀᴠɪᴀɴ (ᴀꜰɪᴢᴀ): ⟡Enemies to lovers ⟡Rivals to something more ⟡Control × control ⟡Power struggle ⟡Tension that refuses to break ⟡Love as a battlefield ────୨ৎ──── ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ: ⟡Found family ⟡Intertwined lives ⟡Different forms of love ⟡Unseen connections ⟡Parallel paths that collide

THE PSYCHOLOGY OF HATE Ishvika Roy has two problems. The first is that she has a habit of turning every peaceful situation into complete chaos. The second? Samay Rawat. He is quiet, strict, annoyingly handsome, and absolutely impossible to read. Unfortunately for Ishvika, he isn't just the man she keeps accidentally bumping into, arguing with, and embarrassing herself in front of. He's her professor. And as if that wasn't bad enough, fate has decided to make things even worse- They become accidental flatmates. Now, the man who barely tolerates her existence has to see her every single day, outside the classroom, without the safety of professional boundaries to hide behind. She talks too much. He hates unnecessary conversations. She thrives on chaos. He worships silence. She loves getting on his nerves. He has the patience of a saint-until she pushes the wrong button. They call it hate. But when living under the same roof starts blurring the lines between irritation and attraction, one question remains- How long can they keep pretending it's nothing but hate? Because sometimes, the strongest emotions don't begin with love. Sometimes, they begin with the person you can't stand.

"As murders begin haunting the palace halls and rebellion brews beneath the kingdom, Seraphina finds herself drawn toward the one person she should fear most. Because beneath Lucien's games and cruelty lies a darkness that mirrors her own."

The parting of shivanya's hair which was supposed to be filled with Vermilion is now filled with the blood of her husband " samrat Rudraksh Pratap Singh ". The life of shivanya had taken a tragic turn from that moment she had met him . She had sacrificed herself to the devil himself who didn't even think once to behead someone for his own pleasure . Rudraksh Pratap Singh. The king of Delhi along with controlling more than half part of hind was a cruel and deadly king but now he had trapped a princess of ajmer with him in the name of marriage . The king who never even lowers his gaze will he knelt down in front of his Rani sa .

"Outside these walls, my word is law. Inside this room... you are nothing to me." In the dusty, power-hungry heart of Rohtak, Haryana, one name commands absolute silence: Astra Sangwan. A ruthless Zameendar (landowner) with olive skin, eyes as cold as winter, and a heart made of stone. He didn't want a wife; he wanted a shadow. Enter Riva. Labelled 'manhoos' (cursed) by a society that blamed her for her first husband's death, Riva is traded into the Sangwan haveli like a piece of property. But Astra is about to learn that Riva isn't the fragile doll her family promised. She doesn't bow. She doesn't whisper 'Ji Huzoor.' She looks him in the eye and challenges the very authority he spent a lifetime building. One is a storm of Haryanvi pride and cold arrogance. The other is a fire of silent secrets and a past that could burn the haveli to the ground. When a forced marriage becomes a battleground of egos, who will surrender first? Will Astra be able to keep his distance when the woman he claims to hate is the only one who dares to stand up to him? Or will Riva's hidden 'curse' destroy them both before love even has a chance? What's Inside: Enemies to Lovers: From cold shoulders to heated arguments. Forced Marriage Tropes: The "One Bed" struggle and the "Saree Draping" tension. The Alpha Hero: A traditional, possessive Zameendar with a Haryanvi heart. The Fierce Heroine: She's been through hell and she's not afraid of a little more. Desi Flavor: Authentic Haryanvi culture mixed with high-stakes family drama.