The illicit affair

You are tense Aaradhya...what's the matter?" He said while still hugging her. Other times she would blush seeing their position but right now she was crying from inside. "How much do you pay daily for me?" She said and his grip loosened. "What?" "You heard it right" "Has anyone said anything to you?" "Nhi Shobhit Babu lekin kab tak aap mujhe bachate aayenge ? One day you will also leave me. Tara Bai ne thik kaha tha meri kismat yahi hai ab" she said and detached from himself. "Nhi Aaradhya I already promised you that no one will touch her without your will" he said holding her from the shoulder. But she jerked off his hands.

Some love stories begin with a choice. Theirs begins with a lie. Ishaani Awasthi never planned to become someone's fiancée overnight-least of all Yuvaan Rao's. He's reckless charm wrapped in confidence, she's control stitched together by responsibility. When families, traditions, and one disastrous misunderstanding push them into a fake engagement, they do what anyone desperate would do. A fake engagement. A real mess. And feelings no one planned for. They pretend. But pretending is dangerous when the house is full of elders who believe in destiny, friends who believe in chaos, and hearts that were never meant to stay untouched. Between stolen glances, staged affection, late-night plans, and Bollywood-level dramatics, Ishaani and Yuvaan walk a fragile line-stretching time, dodging rituals, and lying to everyone except each other. Because somewhere between delaying mahurats and faking forever, the truth begins to breathe. And the question isn't if the lie will unravel. It's what survives when it does. xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx A heartwarming rom-com that proves love can bloom in the middle of life's beautiful chaos. Yuvaan and Ishaani couldn't be more different - or so they think. He's a free-spirited dreamer with a love for the wild; she's a grounded realist juggling responsibilities and expectations. But when fate (and a series of hilarious, messy circumstances) keeps throwing them together, they're forced to confront not only their growing feelings but their own vulnerabilities. Through heartbreaks, missteps, and moments of unexpected connection, Yuvaan and Ishaani's journey becomes one of realizing you don't have to carry every burden alone - sometimes, the greatest strength comes from letting someone else in and leaning on their shoulder when you need it most.

❝𝐀 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝐀 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐠𝐨.❞ ୨ৎ ──────── ✦ Aanya walked into the marriage with nothing but an escape in mind. Ishaan? He had already decided-thirty days, a signature, and they'd go back to being strangers. No attachments. No emotions. Just a deal. But somewhere in between, the lines blurred. Somewhere in between, a home was built, a love so quiet yet so consuming took root in places they never dared to look. And when the contract ended, they walked away-pretending none of it had ever meant anything. Yet, some feelings never fade, some stories refuse to be forgotten, and some hearts find their way back-no matter how much time or distance tries to pull them apart. Because love, the kind that lingers in every breath, every unspoken word-it was never meant to be temporary. 𝙄𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙞𝙙𝙚⋆ ୨ৎ ──────── ✦ 1ꜱᴛ ʙᴏᴏᴋ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ 🌷

Ishani Singh, a fiercely independent woman is forced into a marriage of convenience to Aarav Malhotra, a ruthless billionaire with a reputation as cold as the steel skyscrapers he owns. The arrangement is orchestrated by their families-Aarav's father wants to repair the Malhotra name with a respectable union, while Ishani's family is drowning in debt and sees this marriage as their only salvation. What begins as a contract quickly turns into a battle of wills. Aarav, used to controlling every aspect of his life, finds Ishani unyielding, fiery, and unwilling to bend to his demands. Ishani, on the other hand, sees Aarav as an arrogant tyrant who thinks he can buy loyalty and love. Sparks fly, but not the kind that warm hearts-instead, they ignite a slow-burning fuse of passion, tension, and secrets. But beneath Aarav's icy demeanor lies a dark, complicated past. His scars run deep, his trust shattered long ago. The marriage isn't just for appearances

In a crowded college courtyard, Aarav, the king of control, locks eyes with Vitika, a fiery tigress who commands every room-except when he's near. She's untamed, fierce, and untouchable, her dark hair whipping in the wind and her blazing eyes daring the world to try her. But with Aarav, her fire flickers, her strength wavers, and a delicious tension sparks. He doesn't just want to know her-he wants to claim her, to make her his. She fights it, her glare a sensual challenge, but every stolen glance and rainy encounter pulls her closer to his storm. Will she burn him down, or will he tame her wild heart? A spicy tale of power, desire, and a silent war that'll leave you craving more.

|| Book one of The Royal Sins || { Even if her soul resists, he'll shackle destiny to bring her to his throne.} -------------------------------- "Strip." The word hit me like a thunderclap, freezing every nerve in my body. I stared at him, wide-eyed, unable to comprehend if I had heard him right. "Did I stutter?" he asked, his voice cold and unrelenting. My hands clutched my lehenga instinctively, my breath hitching as his words settled over me like chains. "P-please... no," I whispered, my voice barely audible. "Don't make me repeat myself, Luna," he said, stepping closer, his towering presence suffocating. "This is your punishment for running away." Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head, falling to my knees. "I'm sorry," I cried, my voice trembling. "I didn't mean to-" "Sorry isn't enough," he cut me off, his tone sharper, harsher. "You disobeyed me. Do you think I'll let that go unpunished?" I sobbed, my hands trembling as I pressed them to the cold floor. "I can't... I can't do this," I begged, my voice cracking. "You can, and you will," he growled, crouching down so that his face was inches from mine. His dark eyes pierced through me, leaving me bare without him even touching me. "Do it, Haseena. Or I'll make sure you regret it even more." His words burned into my mind, twisting my fear into something I couldn't name. My hands trembled as I clutched my lehenga tighter, my tears falling harder. Would he really force me? Was this who he truly was? Or was it me who had pushed him to this edge? Even if her soul resists, he'll shackle destiny to bring her to his throne. In the forgotten halls of Patliputra's palace, Anubhav Singh's obsession with Haseena Malik deepens, entangling her in a world of power and dark desires.