꧁ 𝗠𝘂𝗹𝘁𝗶𝗰𝗼𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗲꧂
❝༒𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀 ༒❞
The name itself signifies power and control. A family that is everyone's dream. A family that stands for unity and love. The synonym of a perfect family-but is this true? Are they truly a perfect fam...
So, you guys have been constantly asking about the Singhania children’s books. Here’s your answer: Yes, each of the Singhania children will have their own books, completely standalone ( Not a multi couple book) . There won’t be having any link between each other’s stories. The Singhania family will be present, but the main focus will be on the male and female leads. The upcoming leads in these books will be updated versions of Abhyant, Shashvat, and Vivaan, meaning they will differ from the leads in Shiddat. These books won’t be a soft romance ; they will feature dark, forbidden, thriller and twisted stories.
INTENSE COLLISION (#1 Singhania series)
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
꧁𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 ꧂
I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right.
I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects.
He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence.
I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control.
I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on.
Byeeeeeee! See you guys in Miksha 's story !
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
