#1 in kashmir on 3/4/25 She was never meant to enter his world. He was never meant to need her. In a land where power is a battlefield and silence holds the deadliest secrets, Raunaksh Rajwar is a man carved from war and betrayal. Cold, ruthless, untouchable. But when she steps into his path-with fire in her eyes and a quiet defiance that unsettles him-something shifts. Meher Bhat was meant to walk away. She should have. But fate is cruel, and now she stands at the edge of a storm she cannot escape. A storm that has a name, a piercing gaze, and hands stained with both duty and desire. Between them stands a child-innocent, fragile, and unwanted by the world. A child who binds them in ways neither of them are ready to face. She is the one thing he should resist. He is the one man she should fear. Yet, the pull between them is undeniable-slow, intoxicating, and dangerous. And in a valley where shadows whisper and enemies lurk, the real question is: Who will survive the fire when the Chinars burn? "Between duty and desire, beneath burning Chinars, A soldier stands guard, his heart untouched, unclaimed. But in her eyes, in the silence of falling leaves, Lies the love he never knew he needed- And the home he never thought he'd find."

| 'Time' Series | | Time#1 : Book Two of The 'Secrets Duology' | ( Updates come faster on Scrollstack.) *** Mahadevan and Hinduja now stand at the foothills of the very mountain they must climb to get hold of the coin before it goes for a final toss. Remnants of fog still cling stubbornly to the air. And rain has become an ever-present companion now. Washing out everything in its wake. The dark green woods seem more dense than before, and the masks? Darker than ever. Yet the illusions remain the same. And amidst all this, there lay a few paramount questions alone- Who's the illusion? Who's not? And, Who's the illusionist? Who's not? And to answer these questions, there's one supreme task above all-to unearth all sides of that decades-old coin before the final toss and before the exodus of the darkest dawn. *** Note: With all intents and purposes, Secrets Hidden In Time is a slow-burn e-novel in terms of romance, mystery, and the psychological thriller quotient of it. Kindly be patient. | COMPLETED ✔ |

[COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK.] (Ex-professor × Student) Arranged marriage romance. || A second chance through matrimony || Shravya Solanki's life had changed drastically when a hurricane of events full of bad luck and toxicity ran over her life. A life she'd lived so far had turned into something she'd been unconsciously trying to suppress underneath the ground like a grave. She was at fault. She did not see past the present that could ruin her future. She suffered the consequences of her own as well as the mistakes of others. There was nothing she could do other than clinging onto the one thing she was good at-resilience. [Find more in the prelude!]

"Biryani.", Navya answered. "And Yash wants to talk to you.", Navya said to Vivaan, gesturing for Yash to start speaking. He sighed before turning to his older brother. "Look, bhai, I need you to talk to ma. I cannot get married. I just cannot.", Yash said firmly. "Why? You gay?", Vivaan asked taking a bite of biryani straight from the cooking pot. Navya gave him a look and snatched the spoon from him, but he ignored her, turning back to his brother who was glaring at him. "Just talk to ma, Vivaan", Yash rolls his eyes. "You think I can change her mind? Trust me, if i could, I wouldn't have married Navya.", Vivaan says bluntly, and Navya's jaw practically drops at her husband's brutal comment. Yash raised an eyebrow. It was true. Vivaan was the most stubborn of all three brothers and if even he had given in to their mother, it meant, she was invincible, and Yash was fucked. That is the moment Yash realized that he wasn't getting out of this one. Read fast to dive deep into this family of assholes😘

"Guys, my parents are stressing me out with the marriage rant. Please save me." Meera sat on the table they were sitting on while having their dinner in absolute silence. "Why don't you get married then? It would put an end to all the discussions at once." Angad glanced at her, pouring water into his and his wife's glass. "It's so hard to find someone in this generation, and I don't believe in arranged marriages." Meera almost retaliated. "Not everyone is as lucky as you two." The couple locked their eyes at the additional comment. "Arranged marriages are not that bad," Aarzoo said, placing all her olives on his plate. "Right! But then, what if I have someone settling for me because they didn't get what they want? I can't be someone's compromise." Meera shook her head at the thought. "If they didn't get what they wanted then it was never meant for them. Destiny, you know? And if you look at it this way, there are no compromises in marriage, just adjustments." Angad shrugged his shoulders as he popped one of the olives in his mouth while looking at Aarzoo. "And adjustments are not that bad if they are done for your favourite person." Aarzoo pitched in with a small smile, not without sparing her husband a glance. "And what about love? Did you guys find love?" Meera asked so casually, careless of how the other two almost skipped a beat at the same time. It's the question they have been dreading to even think about, even after three years of marriage. How would they answer her? They simply focused on the task at hand, him eating all the olives while she drank the water to gulp down the hard truth.