✦ 𝑳𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑫𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑳𝒂𝒄𝒆 Book Four of The Cost of Outrunning Fate ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ His obsession bound her in lace. Her revenge bled through the seams. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Ardan Kavanagh never believed in love-only control. Yet one scandal bound the Irish mafia heir to Ishika Kashyap, a woman the world thought was a simple Kathak dance teacher. But lace and lies were her disguise. Behind the veil of innocence, Ishika plotted revenge, playing the perfect wife while vowing to destroy the man whose empire was stained with her sister's blood. What she didn't know was that Ardan had recognized her from the start. That his obsession with her was not born at the altar but long before, deep and dangerous, a hunger that would not let her go. Their marriage was supposed to be convenience. It became a battlefield-between his obsession and her revenge, between a cage made of love and a blade sharpened by hate. ｡･::･ﾟ★,｡･::･ﾟ☆ "Do you believe in fate?" -Ardan Kavanagh. ''I believe everything ends how it's meant to be''-Ishika Kashyap.

✦ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑺𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒏 𝑭𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒕 Book Three of The Cost of Outrunning Fate ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Allure in her eyes, poison in her soul- and still, he chased her with open veins. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Saad Rochefort, the most feared mafia king of France, had come to India with one mission - To find the mother he thought was dead. Disguised as just Saad, COO of Thaakur Dynamics, he kept a low profile. Until the day of Holi. That's when he saw her - Ruhi Singh. The most dangerously beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. And just like his father had once fallen for a dancing woman in a foreign land, Saad's obsession began. But Ruhi wasn't ordinary. She was Hex - the most wanted international hacker. A ghost in the system. A phantom in the real world. He didn't know her name. Couldn't trace her face. But he knew one thing- ordinary people don't vanish like that. Only predators. Only people too dangerous to exist on paper. And yet, he chased her. Because despite the alarms blaring in his mind, he was already addicted. To the mystery. To the danger. To her. She was chaos in heels. A myth in silk. And she'd become his obsession. His Siren. Unreachable. Untraceable. Unforgettable. And he'd do anything- burn borders, bend laws, betray blood- just to make her his. 𖤐༒⛧𓂃𓏲𓂃⛧༒𖤐 "Why do you look at me like we've met before?"-Ruhi Singh. "Because I've seen you... again and again-writhing under me in dreams I never wanted to wake up from."-Saad Rochefort.

✦ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝑮𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝑹𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒔 𝑫𝒊𝒓𝒕𝒚 Book One of The Cost of Outrunning Fate ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Some destinies chase. Others haunt. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Aarvika Arora. Polished. Poised. Perfect. The golden heiress of Arora Vision - born into legacy, raised to rule. By day, she's the epitome of elegance - all sharp heels and sharper words. Admired, envied, untouchable. But when the clock strikes 12:30 a.m. she isn't Aarvika anymore. She's Ash - the anonymous fourth rider in an underground biking crew. No name. No face. Just speed, asphalt, and adrenaline. None of the boys know who she is. And that's exactly how she wants it. Until one night - she crashes. And Aaryan Thaakur pulls off her helmet. Her family's biggest rival. The man who sneers at her in meetings and mocks her in magazines. The one person who should never have known. But now that he does? He won't expose her. He'll taunt her with it. Play with it. Corner her with ruthless obsession until she either breaks - or burns. But what she doesn't know? He's not the first to find out. Adin Zayeer - the silent heir to India's most powerful empire - figured it out long before. And while Aaryan prowls around her like fire, Adin watches like a shadow, quietly claiming pieces of her with every stolen glance. Now, caught between two obsessions - one dark and silent, the other blazing and loud - Aarvika is left spinning in a game that no one warned her about. Because once Ash's helmet comes off, Aarvika Arora stops being a girl on a bike... and becomes the woman they can't let go. ლ⁠(⁠'⁠ ⁠❥⁠ ⁠'⁠ლ⁠) "One word from me, and your perfect little world goes up in flames. But don't worry, Miss Grace- I'm not done playing yet."-- Aaryan Thaakur. "I won't burn your world, Aarvika. I'll invade it-inch by inch, breath by breath-until it forgets it ever belonged to you." -- Adin Zayee

✦ 𝑯𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 Book Two of The Cost of Outrunning Fate ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Not all thrones are made of gold. Some are built from grit and ghosts. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Vivaan Thaakur was never the one they looked at. He learned early how to stay quiet, how to earn worth through discipline and marks, how to survive without being asked what he needed. Beside him stood Aaryan-admired, assured, already belonging. Not cruel. Just chosen first. Vivaan learned how to exist in that shadow without resentment. And every time Vivaan reached the top, Niya Sharma was already there. She didn't compete. She didn't try. She simply was-brilliant, composed, carrying duty like destiny. To the world, she was perfection. To Vivaan, she was the wall he could never cross. Until one day, she saw him. Rivalry softened into reverence. Ambition into surrender. Vivaan didn't love Niya loudly. He loved her the way prayer loves silence-without demand, without claim. She became his goddess. He became devotion itself, content with distance, surviving on moments, choosing her peace over his presence. But faith can fracture. And one mistake-the only thing he was never meant to do-destroyed the temple he built for her. Now she hates him. And he still kneels. A story of rivals turned worship, of quiet love, and of devotion that asks only one question: When faith is broken, does devotion still deserve mercy? ～⁠(⁠つ⁠ˆ⁠Д⁠ˆ⁠)⁠つ⁠｡⁠☆ "If you didn't exist, I'd have everything I ever wanted."- Vivaan. "Your brother was given a throne," I said softly. "But you? You have the power to build an empire. That's the difference. One that screams not 'Thaakur Dynamics'-but Vivaan Thaakur." -Niya 🏅ranked 9 in worship out of. 1.56k stories 30 in academic rivals our of 2.2k stories