"Sshhh... wait a second." He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. "What?" I snapped. "Your eyes... when did they become so... beautiful?" he slurred, staring like I'd sprouted stars overnight. "Go home, you drunkard!" I shoved at him, trying to break free. He ignored me, gripping my chin tighter, stepping close. "And your nose... it used to look worse than a clown's. Why does it look... different?" His finger traced the tip. "Veer! Did you even notice? I got plastic surgery this morning!" I forced a fake smile and stomped hard on his foot. He yelped and stumbled back, but before I could walk away, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. "Why do your lips... look so good today?" His gaze locked on mine. "Go inside, or I'll shove you off this corridor myself and tell everyone you slipped because you're drunk!" I wrenched my wrist free. "Maybe it's the saree... or maybe I just had a little too much," he said, voice low, eyes still on my lips. "Fuck off!" I snapped, my patience gone. He tilted his head, a smirk creeping onto his face, hair falling over his forehead. "We hate each other... don't we?" "Yes! You asshole!" I yelled, turning to slide the key into my door. "Good! Just wanted to confirm... Oh, and Yams?" His voice followed me as I slammed the door. I froze, keys trembling in my hand. "You'll love the blow I have planned for you tomorrow." My stomach sank. I already knew it wasn't going to be good. Shit. He's definitely up to something wicked. Fucking Veer. *** Veer of Apt 302 and Yamini of Apt 303. Everyone in Sahaja Residency knows this combo. They hate each other. They thrive on getting under each other's skin. Since when? Since the day they mket. What do they do? Endless pranks. Relentless revenge. Daily chaos. But what happens when the universe decides to mess with them? They say the line between hate and love is dangerously thin... The question is-where exactly is that line, and who's going to cross it first?

𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐍 𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍 𝐄𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒐𝒓𝒎𝒂𝒍 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 | 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒙 𝒈𝒓𝒊𝒎 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒓 18+ 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐆𝐫𝐢𝐦 𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐞𝐫. Misfortune has followed Vivienne since the moment she was born. Living quietly with her grandmother, she has long accepted that her future holds nothing bright. That belief is proven true the night she meets a strange man in the cemetery and offers him a beer, unaware of the fatal mistake she has made. The Grim Reaper turns his attention to Vivienne, his fascination twisting into something dangerous and inescapable. Caught in a web of secrets, lies, and forbidden feelings, Vivienne must make a choice that will change her life forever. But with the devil breathing down her neck, knowing what's right and what's wrong is no longer so clear. ♰ "𝐖-𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐊𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐲. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞. 𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄. 𝐓𝐑𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘, 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈'𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍. 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖 𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐎𝐑 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒.

It's a story of a heartless Alpha King. He is waiting for his mate, his love. It's been 200 years, and he has not met her yet.He is heartless but only soft if it is his mate . Jimin : I want her .............. He needs her. He can do anything for her.... What will happen when he finds her, but she is in a selfish woman's womb. Meaning she was not born yet.Her mother didn't want her. She hates her. She tries to do abortion to kill his mate. What will he do? Will he be able to save her? (It just a fictional story, nothing is real ) This story is mine , dont copy it!!!!!

When fate play games, it has the power to bring catastrophe and left people to reel over the bitter sweet taste of life. This story takes you to a journey of two best friends, two princesses , Devkirti and Sanghamitra who became the puppet of time and fate. DEVKIRTI has never crave anything more than freedom. But she never knew that her freedom comes with dejection making her an unwanted and shunned wife of an aloof and withdrawn man with abysmal secrets. A man akin to her nightmares rendering her perplexed if its freedom or captivity that she had gained. SANGHAMITRA has always dreamt of a blissful life with her lover, her fiance. But she never expected that desperate circumstances would led her in the arms of an another man with whom she had never imagined a future with. Bounded by duties only, love, for her has become a distant dream. All its takes two powerful Man, one bond and a life threatening oath for fate to play its cards. With a WAR brewing in the distant future, Can Devkirti and Sanghamitra navigate through this journey of unexpected changes, unseen betrayals, gnawing guilts and somehow finding love and peace in the way when all the hope for it was lost.

COMPLETED/AVAILABLE ON STCK #The guards series: book 1 Karikalan was born with nothing but a name and a fire in his soul. Betrayed by fate, hardened by loss, he clawed his way up from the dirt to become the right hand of Dhananjay Raghav Thevar. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. His past was buried beneath blood and loyalty... until she came along. Mayuri. The boss's ignored daughter. Off-limits in every possible way. At nineteen, Mayuri was a whirlwind of defiance and curiosity, untouched by the darkness Karikalan had long embraced. When she was assigned a bodyguard, she got him... a man who met her fire with ice, who challenged her at every turn, who never once saw her as anything more than a nuisance. She fell first. Hard. But Karikalan? He refused to fall at all. Their relationship was a war... tempestuous, reckless, forbidden. She was a line he couldn't cross, and he was a battle she refused to lose. Yet, in a world where power dictated love and loyalty came at a price, some lines weren't just dangerous. They were deadly.

She was never meant to rule. He was never meant to love her. When the Lion of Qamara dies, his empire expects one of his sons to inherit the throne. Instead, his will names his daughter. At twenty-two, Zalika bint-e-Zafir becomes the first Sultana of Qamara - a ruler born of fire and forbidden ambition. Her father's legacy burns on in her, but every man around her wants to test whether a woman's hand can wield a crown forged by conquest. Among them stands Amir Altair ibn Affan - the youngest commander in the empire, a man of iron discipline and quiet power. Loyal to the throne, sworn to protect his Sultana... until duty begins to blur into something far more dangerous. As rebellion brews in the east and faith is twisted into politics, Zalika must prove that her mind is sharper than any sword - even as her heart betrays her defenses. In a kingdom where love is weakness and loyalty can kill, she and Altair walk the thin line between devotion and destruction. A story of power, passion, and peril - where a woman fights not just for a crown, but for the right to love on her own terms. ⸻ Sequel to The Sultan's Obsession, but can be read as a standalone.

She was the moon, he was the selenophile. He fell first. She fell harder. Aarohi-once a firecracker of mischief and joy-now hides behind silence and shadows. Broken by false promises and a fractured family, she's forgotten what it means to smile freely. She never forgave her mother for walking away... and never trusted love again. Enter Rajvansh-calm, patient, and quietly intense. He once found her annoying. Now, after ten years, all he sees are the lifeless eyes of the girl he used to know. And he's ready to bring her back-even if it means setting her world on fire to light her way again. A story of school romance, emotional healing, and a love that never really left. #SchoolRomance #ChildhoodLove #EmotionalHealing #SlowBurn

She was a nameless staff in his towering empire. He was a man destined for greatness... and already claimed by another. But fate-cruel and cunning-tied their lives together with a lie wrapped in roses and regret. Juliette never asked for love. She only wanted a quiet life, a dream of her own perfume shop, and maybe... a place to belong. Sebastian Whitmore, cold and calculated, offered her marriage-not out of love, but out of obligation. Hidden from the world, sealed with promises that meant nothing to him. What began as a forced union slowly turned into something unspoken. She cared for him in ways he never noticed. He wore the scents she made, breathed in the comfort she left behind... Yet he never knew it was her. Until she was gone. Until everything fell apart. Until the woman he never chose became the one his heart could never forget. And now-he's chasing ghosts in the wind, searching for the scent that once felt like home. 📌 Trigger Warning: This story contains themes of death and grief, which may be triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care.

Ayama, an ordinary high school student, and twelve other teenagers find themselves swept into a mysterious ritual in the enigmatic village of Nihar, leading to a thrilling turn in their lives. As they try to break free from the village's grip, they realize that escaping may not be as straightforward as they hoped, with dark secrets and hidden dangers lurking in the shadows. Brace yourself for a gripping tale of courage, teamwork, and the unknown as Ayama and the group navigate the treacherous path ahead amidst unfamiliar surroundings and unfamiliar rules.

I cradled him tenderly against my chest, his tears falling into the gentle folds of my kurta's neckline. "Nayan," I whispered. He only tightened his grasp on my waist, his silence speaking volumes. The thought of revealing my knowledge of his love, the woman who had long held my husband's heart, felt suffocating. But I remained silent, savoring the warmth of our first tender touch, our first embrace, as I held him to his vulnerability.