This is my first ever book. It contains so many loopholes as the editing wasn't done nicely when I rephrased the story. So a genuine sorry to the readers to picked up this up and anyhow faced disappointment. 💛 #top 2 on 3.09.2025 #top 2 on 10.10.2025 #top 5 on 14.10.2025 #top 4 on 15.10.2025 #top 6 on 16.10.2025 This is republishing of the previous book with many changes and new additions read on your own risk .. Has been earlier rated as... MT: multiple times #1 in adult themes (MT) #1 in maturecontent (MT) #1 in romance #1 in couple #1 in arranged #2 in single parent #2 in Indian #2 in desi romance

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

He made her coffee every morning. He picked up their son from school. He loved her like it was the only thing he knew how to do. She had him framed for crimes that didn't exist. He is Aditya Deshmukh: betrayed by his wife, hated by his son, wronged by the system, loved by an obsessive woman. She loved him even after knowing he loved another woman. She loved him so much that she pushed him into the jaws of death. She wished him dead and now that he's dead, she'll do anything to get him justice. She is Medha Gehlot: the woman who was never chosen by the man who was her everything. Note: This is for readers who loved The Count of Monte Cristo. For readers who want a revenge story that asks whether one must become a monster himself to defeat the monsters responsible for the rot in the whole world. For readers tired of perfect heroines - who want flawed, obsessive, impulsive female leads who have the heart to go into the depths of hell for love but lack the maturity and wisdom to choose letting go. Content note: contains prison violence, institutional injustice, and emotional devastation. You've been warned."

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ💌𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ ୨୧ ❝ किसी दिलवाली ने... किसी मतवाली ने... ❞ ❀༉‧₊˚. हमें ख़त लिखा है कि हमसे पूछा है... ☾⋆⁺₊✧ 𖹭 के घर कब आओगे... ✧˖° लिखो कब आओगे... 𓂃♡𓂃 ⋆༺𓆩☾𓆪༻⋆ "𝐃𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭." He says it like a rule almost like a prayer like something carved into bone. 𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒ And she nods... even when her heart wants to ask,"And me?" ❀༉‧₊˚. This is not a love story that begins with stolen glances. It begins with family decisions. Horoscopes matched and Steel trunks packed. A wedding under the weight of olive green. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ The Nineties. Landline calls that end too soon. Handwritten letters that smell like ink and longing. Army quarters where wives learn the sound of boots before they learn the rhythm of their husband's breathing. ☾𖤓 They were strangers when the sindoor was placed. Strangers when the regiment called his name louder than she ever could. Strangers... who slowly started choosing each other in the quiet after the bugle call. 𓂃𓂂𓏸♡ He belongs to the nation and She belongs to the vow. And somewhere between salutes and suppressed desires love begins to bloom... not loudly, not rebelliously but devotionally. ❦ This is a story of officers who will always choose the border over the bed. Of wives who will fold their loneliness like a neatly pressed uniform. Of couples who do not fall in love at first sight... but kneel into it, day by day like prayer. 𓇢𓆸 ୨♡୧ Some will fight their own hearts. Some will almost break. Some will whisper, ❝ Stay. ❞ even when they know he will leave at dawn. ✧༺♥༻∞ Because here desire burns. But duty wins. 𓂃☾𓂃 And yet... love does not lose. 𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 It transforms. It waits and It worships. 𓆩

# 1st Book of "Till the Eternity" series A multi-couple dark rom-com revengeful tale, entangling the lives of 3 best friends. Will they be able to break the chains and make their way out? Let's find out! Couple 1 Him :- ''He pinned her to the wall, locked her in between him, leaving no space even for thin air to pass. " Deeply gazed into her eyes and said: He: 'Oh jara touch me touch me...' She: 'Nahi karungi.' He: 'Magar kyun?' She: 'Kyuki tumpe fungus laga hai, durr raho.' ____________________&__________________ couple 2 Him :- He held her hand strongly with fuming eyes and growled. " Listen, Miss Hawa Hawaii, what do you take me for? You don't know me properly, I guess". Moving close to her, he locked her completely between him and the wall. " I will do whatever I want to do. I never listen to anyone, nor will I. You better stay in your limits". Her: Ahh, I want water. Him: What? Her: Water... Pani chahiye mujhe. Him: Oh, ruko laya.... Her: Bada aaya mai kisi ki nahi sunta aewwewwww... huhn. ____________________&__________________ couple 3 Him :- "You are mine... I will kill every entity that tries to come between us. Whether you like me or not doesn't matter, you have to marry me. Understand that". 'She is holding a butcher knife in her hand (her profession and passion is cooking)'. Her: You know, the thing I have been holding in my hand is very good for chopping things. Him: So, are you trying to threaten me? Her: "Yes, I am".' Either you get out within 5 minutes or your thing gets chopped by me. As you already know, I can get many more suitors, but if you get your "thing" chopped, you will get nothing. "Sach mai kat dungi " samjhe ki samjhao Give it a try first, maybe you'll like it. 3 best friends' journey through life, overcoming all odds. Life is filled with fun, fury, hurry, and confusion. Get on the rollercoaster and trust the driver! 💞😉

❝ What if we could just be together, but keep it between us? ❞ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨🌞୧⋆ ˚｡⋆ Morgan Irvine and Hailey Graham are best friends. Ever since second grade they've spent every day together. Hailey's brother Matthew is a heartthrob at their school. Most girls want him and Morgan is one of them. Morgan is staying at The Graham's lake house for the whole summer. What happens there during that summer will stay in their heads forever. ༶•┈┈┈┈┈┈୨♡୧┈┈┈┈┈•༶ started 06/10/2022 - finished 07/17/2023 [All pictures are found from Pinterest]

Where love is messy, healing is slow, and every heart in the Awasthi family learns to beat again. In a world of ancestral secrets, chaotic weddings, and unresolved pasts, three tangled love stories unfold-each stitched together with heartbreak, longing, and the quiet hope that maybe, just maybe, love still has a place. --- Ahaan x Dhriti "I can be a father, Dhriti. But I cannot be your husband. I don't feel anything for you." She was his arranged wife. He was her everything. Six years, one daughter, and a quiet divorce later-Ahaan and Dhriti share custody and awkward silences. But love, in its gentlest form, begins to bloom in the most unexpected domestic moments. Tropes: Grumpy x Sunshine Second Chances Arranged Marriage → Divorce → Love Again Stoic MMC (unresolved trauma) x Strong FMC Co-Parenting Therapy --- Arush x Shyra "I don't believe in love, Arush. But with you, I'm willing to take the risk." She's all cold logic and unhealed scars. He's her best friend's younger brother-and the only person who sees through her defenses. Tropes: Reverse Grumpy x Sunshine Age Gap (reverse) Brother's Best Friend Marriage of convenience Lawyer x Forensic Scientist Workplace Romance --- Ahsaas x Ishan "I broke your heart once, Ishan. Maybe twice. But this time, I'll fight for you. Even if I have to burn the whole world down to be yours again." Once childhood sweethearts. Now, exes forced into an arranged engagement. She's chaos in couture. He's calm in a cardigan. Somewhere between unexpected tenderness, they discover that love never really left-it was just waiting to be found again. Tropes: Chaotic FMC x Calm MMC Arranged Engagement Second Chances Love → Hate → Love Again Emotional Slow Burn Accidental Pregnancy No Cheating || Found family || Chaotic Desi Family || Toxic Soceity mentioned [No 18+ chapters, But mentions of mature themes]

"𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒𝒆.. 𝒅𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒂𝒅𝒑𝒂𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒗𝒆... 𝑫𝒊𝒍 𝒏𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆.. 𝒋𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒍𝒂𝒈 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒗𝒆, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒑𝒉𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒗𝒆." 🌙💔✨ It was everytime enemies who became lovers after yearning... but this time, it's lovers who turned into enemies-breaking, craving, and bleeding for each other, yet held back by the strangest thing of all: ego. They had everything people dream of-four years of love that felt unshakable, a marriage that looked perfect from the outside, a little daughter who carried pieces of both their hearts, and a life so beautiful it made others envious. They were that couple. The kind people believed in. Until it all fell apart. Because what if that love... wasn't what it seemed? What if, for her, it was never love-but a carefully played game? A game built on a lie so deep that when the truth finally clawed its way back, it didn't just end things-it destroyed them. Now he hates her. Or at least, that's what he tells himself. Now she claims she never loved him. That it was all just part of the game. But the truth is far more dangerous than either of them admits. Because love like theirs doesn't disappear-it lingers. It burns. It ruins. And somewhere between the hatred, the silence, and the shattered trust...they still crave each other in ways they refuse to accept. So is this where it all ends? Or is this where everything finally begins- not as the perfect lovers they once were, not as the enemies they've become... but as two people stripped of illusions, standing face to face with the truth they tried to bury? 𓆩♡

"Samay ne unhe alag kiya. Samay hi unhe fir milaayega" 🪔🦚🐚🪕🦢 Some stories are written once. Theirs is written every lifetime. She is a filmmaker drawn to forgotten legends tales of star-crossed lovers, cursed rivers, shadow-beings, and divine echoes. Stories no one remembers... yet feel strangely familiar to her. Then there is him the man who appears in places he shouldn't, who knows paths she hasn't taken, and whose eyes hold a silence older than memory. Every story she uncovers pulls them closer. Every step they take awakens something the world forgot. And somewhere between past and present, dreams and waking, destiny and choice the Kaalchakra, the eternal wheel of time, begins to stir. Some bonds return with every birth. Some truths wait for the right moment. And some loves... refuse to end. KAALCHAKRA - a dark, timeless tale where myth bleeds into the modern world, and two souls walk a path written long before they were born

In a world where power is everything, the Shekhawat men rule from the shadows-ruthless, untouchable, and hidden behind the façade of billion-dollar empires. Their secrets are buried deep, their sins masked behind tailored suits and cold stares. No one dares to cross them. Until they do. Yashika, Meher, Trisha, and Tanishka-four women bound to the Shekhawat brothers by fate, deception, and secrets too dangerous to unveil. Each step they take, each vow they make, pulls them deeper into a world where love is a weapon and loyalty is a curse. Yashika fights against a marriage that was never meant to be hers. Meher walks a thin line between silence and rebellion. Trisha plays a game even she isn't sure she can win. Tanishka, the wildcard, is the one threat they never saw coming. But in a world where betrayal is inevitable and love is a dangerous illusion-who will survive, and who will burn?