Book oF Ayansh Trehan×Mehnoor

Namjoon looked at man Infront him "leave, I don't want even your shadow on my son" he yelled. "you recognized me, hmmm?" Namjoon asked him with smile. "ofcourse I do, how can I forget you" his words shedding venom "why I can't see Taehyung?" he asked man. "why? because you are loose character, a whore...just...just like your" "my mother? whom you left?" Namjoon asked him. "fine...Mr Kim, I'll stay away from your precious son, but if you hurt him..." "what you will do, hmm? I love him most, he is my son!" he yelled and Namjoon nodded with smile "I know...he is your only son" Namjoon left everything, he gave his body for money, gave up his career for his family, only to find out he was never enough, he was no one's priority no matter how much good he was, how much he do!

After a devastating car crash claims the lives of her parents and in-laws, Ava Henderson awakens from a three-month coma-her face and body disfigured, and her memory of the past year gone. As she struggles to piece together her shattered life, Ava begins to suspect that her husband, Alastair Hill, is hiding dangerous secrets. The more she uncovers about the crash and Alastair's mysterious behavior, the more she realizes the man she married may be a stranger in every way. Can Ava unveil the truth behind the tragedy and expose her husband's dark side, or will she become his next victim?

ZIDD: The Thakur's Obsession "Bound by a childhood oath, chained by his dark obsession." In a village where a Thakur's word is absolute and traditions are never questioned, a single promise changes two lives forever. At the age of ten, Gauri Kumari, the innocent daughter of a humble farmer, becomes the future bride of Rudranarayan Pratap Singh, the fifteen-year-old heir of the most powerful Thakur family. The engagement isn't born out of love it is a debt of gratitude. From that day, Rudra accepts only one truth. Gauri belongs to him. As the years pass, his childhood affection transforms into an all-consuming obsession. He is fiercely protective, dangerously possessive, and willing to burn the world for the woman he calls his. But behind his love lies a darker side. A man ruled by pride. A man raised to believe his word is law. A man whose uncontrollable anger leaves Gauri fearing the very person she is destined to marry. When Gauri turns twenty, one incident shatters everything. A single slap. A broken trust. And a father who refuses to sacrifice his daughter's happiness. The engagement is called off. For the first time, Rudranarayan Pratap Singh loses the only woman he has ever loved. But a Thakur never accepts defeat. If destiny has taken Gauri away from him... Then he will rewrite destiny itself. Because for Rudra, she was never just his fiancée. She was his Zidd. A story of power, tradition, obsession, redemption, and a love that must fight its way through fear, pride, and broken promises. Will Gauri ever trust the man who shattered her heart... or will Rudra's obsession destroy the very love he is desperate to reclaim? Tropes • 🌾 Village Romance • 👑 Thakur × Farmer's Daughter • 💍 Childhood Engagement • ❤️ He Fell First • 🔥 Obsessive Hero • 😠 Patriarch Hero • 🥀 Broken Engagement • 💔 Redemption Arc • 🤍 She Fears Him • 🛐 "She Belongs To Me" Energy • 🐎 Rural India • 🌙 Slow Burn • ❤️🩹 Emot

Two-year-old Ruhi had never known what it meant to belong. Abandoned in an orphanage and taught to stay quiet, she had stopped expecting anyone to come for her-until a hidden record and a DNA test revealed the truth. She had five brothers. Five brothers who blamed her existence for the loss of their parents. They did not want her. But their father's will left them no choice except to bring her home. What begins as responsibility slowly turns into attachment, protectiveness, and a love none of them expected. And when Ruhi starts calling the eldest brother **"Dadda,"** the unwanted little girl begins changing their broken house into a family. This is the story of five brothers who thought Ruhi had destroyed their world-only to realise she was the heart they had lost.

This isn't for you if you like fairytales . It's not for soft hearted ones . " How many times ? " He asked gently, his frame close to hers . She was terrified beyond measure. " W.what ? " She dared to ask . He chuckled. " How many times shall I beat your disobedience out ? " " A.ab.abhimaan " she whisperd . " Mhm ? " he hummed. " M.maine k.kuch nahi k.kiya iss baar " She pleaded softly. " You weren't trying to escape guards ? " He asked , wiping her tears . She froze. " Can't function long with a dose , can you ? " He said while rolling his belt on his fist .

I should've seen it coming in my parents' silence. when they have let me face it alone. Now i see it in my bruises and my body. how delusional was i to think just because he was known to be cruel to other doesn't mean he would do that to me. His wife. political career demands such toughness. i convinced myself. But it went far worse. Worse than he had done with any other person who came across his way. I drifted away by the time he realized. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Abhay Thakur: Chief minister of Rajasthan . His ruthless nature was well known not in public but discussions beyond closed doors whisper his name. There were no remarks of atrocities he had done so far. He dominated every room he entered. Not just what his history hold but what his presence demands . His eyes give away nothing. Sanjana Srivastav: Her passion for arts is her comfort in a world of chaos her father is into. Which unknowingly dragged her along. Hidden in the shadows , still caught the eye of the predator. Her gentleness soothed him when he wasn't ready for the change. Consequences knocked on her life when she is married to a man decade older to her.

"We are like magnets, pulled together by a force we can't control, yet pushing each other away when we get too close."

She gave him five years, a son, and her wolf. He gave her nothing but cold shoulders and contraceptive pills. When Roxie Lane walks out of her loveless mating and demands a divorce, she isn't the broken woman her Alpha husband expects. She's done mourning a bond he never honored. Done swallowing her pride for a man whose only warmth belongs to someone else. But Ravi Lane doesn't let go of what's his. And somewhere between his cruelty and his desperate, clumsy attempts to keep her, the lines between possession and love begin to blur-for both of them. She has her father to free, a child to protect, and a future to build from the wreckage of everything she sacrificed. He has six years of guilt, a revenge he can no longer bring himself to finish, and a wolf that won't stop howling for the one woman walking away from him. This is a slow-burn werewolf romance about a woman reclaiming herself, a man learning-too late, maybe-what it means to truly love someone, and whether a bond forged in betrayal can ever become something worth keeping.

"STRIP" Her face paled. She thought she misheard him, so she waited for him to repeat. But he took predatory steps towards her instead. His strides were long, he looked worse than a wild animal, ready to pounce on his prey. "Maine kaha ye kapde apne shareer se utaro." ["I said, take those clothes off."] He roared and in the next stride he held the veil of her saree, pulling it harshly off her body. Tears sprung to her eyes as she shook her head, and gripped the piece of cloth, concealing her dignity. "Please..." She pleaded, choking on a sob, but the more she resisted, the more force he applied. In no time she was stripped of her saree which lay at her feet now and she stood there in her underskirt and blouse, covering herself with her arms, which didn't do much to hide. Crying hysterically, she took steps back, her eyes still staring at the saree which seemed to be her shield a moment ago. But before she could take any more steps, he grabbed her chin and pushed her against the wall with force. He made her look up at him, her eyes teary fearful, while his cold, emotionless. "Ye raat abhi khatam nahi hui hai, abhi toh is chand pe grahan lagna baaki hai..." ["This night is far from over. An eclipse is yet to fall upon this moon."] He snarled and in the next moment, he pulled the strings of her underskirt and tore the buttons of her blouse, now nothing was there to shield her from the monster who was also her husband.