Prologue When honey turns bitter, even sweetness scars the tongue. Revenge that was the fire keeping Arjun Rathore Mehra alive. An orphan turned billionaire, he learned that love was a lie and trust a blade. Power wasn't enough. For his enemy Raj Malhotra sharma, Arjun needed something crueler: Raj's daughter, Aarohi. Twenty years old. Blue eyes like oceans. A fragile girl who believed in fairytales. Arjun gave her soft words, tender smiles, and promises under the stars. She surrendered her trust, her laughter, her innocence. For her, it was love. For him, it was a weapon. Then her world shattered. "I never loved you, Aarohi. You were just my game. My bed. My weapon." Her father's slap burned her skin, her mother's silence sealed her fate. Alone and disgraced, she left behind two trembling words: "Forgive me." Arjun didn't look back. In his mind, she would heal. Arjun thought nothing of it. The project was his. Revenge complete. Until fate punished him. On a crowded street, he saw her again wearied, rough-handed, whispers trailing her: "Carrying a bastard... no better than a whore." Tears fell. And then he saw her belly seven months heavy. Every insult she suffered, every tear she shed was because of him. His revenge had left her alone with a burden she never deserved: a child without a father's name or protection. And in that moment, his triumph turned to ash. That was when honey turned bitter. The project was his. But the price was her. Some wounds never fade. Some sins never find redemption. Some loves cannot survive the moment when honey turns bitter. Because the cruelest truth is this: once honey turns bitter, it can never be sweet again. ❝Has Arjun already lost her forever? Is he too late to mend what he destroyed? Or is fate already written in poison? Can even the bitterest honey still hold a trace of sweetness... if only she lets him in?❞ ✨ When Honey Turns Bitter a tale of love, betrayal, and a revenge that cost more than it ever

He's a gorgeous model. She has severe acne scarring. It doesn't help when she hears him brutally disparage her looks. So she teaches him a verbal lesson in humanity. That should have been that. So why won't he stop calling her?

"Now..." Sourav muttered, his voice dropping into something deeper, more commanding - like steel wrapped in silk. "Don't you dare close these legs of yours... or interrupt me." His eyes flicked down and then back to mine, steady and intense. "Am I clear?" The way he said it - not loud, not harsh - just calm and firm, like some kind of military officer who already knew he'd be obeyed... it made my breath catch. My throat felt dry. I blinked at him, stunned for a heartbeat... then slowly nodded, without even realizing it. He leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against my cheek as he whispered, "Good girl." My heart skipped. There was something so quiet about his control - no shouting, no force. Just a calm certainty that left no space for rebellion. And maybe I liked that. Maybe a part of me wanted to be told what not to do... just so I could break the rule and see what he'd do about it. And without no warning he layed me down and spread my legs...he wasn't unsure or calm this time it was like he'd done with being calm..like he didn't want to give me chance to ruin his mood again and what I felt next moment was unexpressive...he just shoved his tongue inside my Virgina with no warning, no slow rubbing or teasing, my whole body went cold as his tongue was making touch with my clit my whole body was shivering..like I can't take it.. " S'-sourav" I stammered his name trying to pull him back by hair but..he wasn't budging , it was like he's punishing me for giving him hard time.

To most people, my husband is Viper. VP of the Devil's Rejects MC, hard, uncompromising, and completely committed to the club and his brothers. But the man I fell in love with was simply Roman, a man who called me Sunshine, and treated me like I was his treasure. By the time I realized the club would always come first, I was in too deep. And when his enemies came for me? He wasn't there to protect me because he was busy protecting her. And that I don't know how to forgive. Now I'm building a new life for myself without Roman. He promises he will give up everything to win me back, but promises are cheap and his aren't worth much. When we discover our enemies are still alive and planning to strike out again, however, I might not have any choice but to put my life in the hands of the man who's already let me down once.

#Top 2 in India ( 29/7/2025 ) #Top 3 in India ( 02/8/2025 ) #Top 1 in India ( 04/8/2025 ) 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 : 𝐣𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 "ᴺᴼᵀ ᴱⱽᴱᴿʸᴼᴺᴱ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴸᴼⱽᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᴿᴱˢᴾᴱᶜᵀ, ᵀᴴᴱʸ ᴳᴱᵀ ᴴᴬᵀᴱ ᴬᴺᴰ ᵁᴺᵂᴬᴺᵀᴱᴰ ᴾᴸᴬᶜᴱ ᴵᴺ ᴾᴱᴼᴾᴸᴱ ᴴᴱᴬᴿᵀ ". ♱ 𝐒𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐢 ♱ " 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐑𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 " ⋆⋆⋆ ♱ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 ♱ " 𝐌𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐚𝐲 " " ᴴᵃᵗᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐⁱˢᵘⁿᵈᵉʳˢᵗᵃⁿᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵈᵉˢᵗʳᵒʸᵉᵈ ˡⁱᶠᵉ" ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

At our gender reveal, my husband joked about getting my sister pregnant with a boy. Everybody thought that was hilarious. Except me.

I'm married to a cover model/tattoo artist who swore his ex was history. She wasn't, as I was about to discover.

My fiance has a girl best friend. I hate her and she hates me and she's hated me from the start. My hate grew over time. After some particularly vile things she said, I uninvited her to our wedding. Then Gibson said the wedding wouldn't be happening if she wasn't invited. So I handed him his rings back.

In rain-soaked Dublin, Aoife begins to unravel the life she thought was hers, discovering that love, identity, and belonging are not given - they are claimed. *** Aoife Brennan planned the perfect night to celebrate the life she thought they were building together. But when the clock strikes midnight, she discovers that some truths don't come crashing down - they unravel, quietly. Set in the rainy corners of Dublin, The Placeholder is a story of love mistaken for fate, and the quiet ache of being someone's almost.