Secret: The most fatal weapon of the mankind. But careful, for it depends on whether you're capable of wielding it. Taranya Chauhan never was. She wasn't ready for the world awaiting her, neither for the secrets it held. But when she was shoved headfirst in it, she knew she had to swim up to not drown. Now it's a matter of time before she finds out who's pulling her underwater and who's helping her on the surface. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse and child molestation.

Taranya Singh Chauhan stands between two truths. Both wearing a mask. Which one will she believe? The one wearing the night, or the one doused in light? Will she make a right choice? Or will she make a choice at all? *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse, child molestation, and suicide. Cover Image SRC: Pinterest Cover Image Credit: © Mike Heath

Rudra Rana Singh Rawal was abandoned at the age of two. Stolen name. Stolen identity. Stolen crown. He has lived the life of a thief despite being a Prince. There's only one thing he is surviving for: Revenge. And there's only one person he's living for: His Esther. Who's more important? The reason that's keeping him alive, or the reason he hasn't given up for? He's afraid he'll have to steal one to win another. But revenge is a war. It cannot be stolen. It should be won. And this time, he's determined to rise as a winner. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse, child molestation, and suicide

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK In the wake of her return to her home country, Sara Rajawat wanted only two things: to help her brother achieve his revenge, and get started on her own. In the span of twenty years, she had very meticulously planned out the five cold blooded murders of the five monsters who had stolen the light of the day from her sister's eyes. It's time, for once, she sleeps peacefully now. But then enters Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, her ex husband, with a set of his own questions, still wearing their wedding ring. In the six months they were married, he had never glanced at her, let alone speak to her. Except for when they fought, with weightless things and hateful words hurled at each other so loud even the palace walls had shuddered. Their marriage was a disaster, and the only sane decision was to walk out of it. So what makes him think she owes him any explanation? But if she knows one thing about her ex-husband apart from being an uptight and the most unempathetic person to ever walk on the face of the earth, then that he's stubbornly in hate with her. She knows nothing about where his hatred stems from, neither does she care. She never did. He is an insignificant fragment of her past, and she wants him to stay as such. But maybe that's exactly what's keeping him hooked to her. Because Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, for anyone, is unforgettable.

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK Sara Rajawat has walked half her journey for vengeance alone. Things are getting tougher. More dangerous. More brutal. She might not be prepared to control the tsunami of consequences threatening to engulf her. So he steps in. With a wedding ring in his hand. Her ex-husband, the King of Jaigarh, a man feared by all, defied by none. And offers her his power, his throne, his sword, wanting nothing in return. Or so she is made to believe. Because once the Queen obliterates all the pieces on the board, the King is taking her for himself. *Content and Trigger warning: gore language, violence, graphic description of sex, mentions of suicide, past trauma.

What are the odds of a love happening between a man with failed parents and a woman who is a failed parent? In a normal setting, none. However, there's was no normal setting. When the second-in-line Prince of Jaigarh starts receiving death threats from a patient's husband he recently operated on, the royal palace goes into chaos. He's immediately appointed a bodyguard, who much to his chagrin, happens to be his brother's closest loyal. They don't see eye to eye. And they cannot stand each other. But bound to his brother's words, he accepts the woman, on a condition that she stays at least five feet behind him. And it was supposed to stay that way. Before he comes face to face with someone from the past, someone who had told him he'd die single. As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is how he ends up introducing his bodyguard as his new girlfriend who he's so besotted by. In a nutshell, it's a set-up. So what could go wrong? Turns out, when feelings get involved, everything. cover credit: @mystwhizzpuzz on IG

Highest ranking: #1 [Blurb] "I... I will kill you," She raised the gun at me. "Sanjana-" "I am Trishana," she whispered, "you know me." I took a step forward. "Did you want to kill me?" I asked. "Is that why you approached me? Is that why you acted as if you were in love with me? Is that why you got close to me?" I was near her now. "Did you plan to kill me all along?" "Don't... don't come near... I will... shoot," Her voice shook slightly. "Look me in the eyes and answer me first!" I didn't move back and took the last step. The gun pressed on my chest, Just above the heart and I looked at her steadily. "Shoot me then," I said. "If you want to kill me... If you never had any feelings for me and If you don't even want to give me a chance to explain anything, Shoot me." I said. Her hands were trembling and her eyes were still filling and flowing down. "SHOOT ME, SANJANA!" I shouted and she looked startled and took a step back. "Why?" I was not ready to back down. "Sanjana, Why hesitating? Don't you want to kill me?" ~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Trishana, A young reporter is dead set on Exposing the evils of one of the biggest corporations in the nation; the Surya group. After a lot of setbacks, she, Along with her perfectly selected partners (A gang of youngsters who were targeted and victimised by the Surya group), Devise a plan to get revenge on them and to Seduce the youngest heir of Surya group-Arjun Surya Narayan. Arjun, Who is the brain of Surya group with his own strange sense of ethics is met with a surprise when he meets the reporter who hates him to death but Acts lovingly. He knew it was a trap, He knew who she was and why she was around him and decided to play along... But what will happen to the love game when so many lives are on the line? And worse; When he starts to fall for the girl he is supposed to "silence" for the stability of his firm? [Contains mature scenes, violence and lots of swearing, You have been warned]

■WATTPAD INDIA AWARDS 2019 WINNER■ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀▪︎● ● ●▪︎ For the Delhi Tycoons' kids, life has always been too challenging, and it's no different for Arvika Deewan. It's not everyday that her divorced mother remarries another business man, and there definitely won't be a day that she would be ready to accept that. The only other option she has is to move in with her father who lives with her oh-so-perfect twin brother and somewhat understanding grandmother. But she knows that the heart needs to break to beat again, and so do Arnav Deewan's friends. But she never had it easy, and probably never will. With an emerging sibling rivalry, and somewhat deceiving friends and family, Arvika Deewan, the bad, bad girl, is going to be reformed. copyright © chaashnee 2018 ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀▪︎● ● ●▪︎ ▪︎Featured in 'Daily Dose of Chicklit' by Wattpad's official @Chicklit account ▪︎1 in #delhi (22 August 2019) ▪︎Popular Choice Awards Winner in the Hinglish category of Wattpad India Awards

Important Note: This book is a sequel to Phobia and cannot be read as a stand alone. "Look at my wife, pretending she is single." "I'm not your wife!" She snarled. Rehan chuckled darkly and stepped forward, caging her against the wall, blasé to the party happening out in the hall. "Step back." "Make me," he leaned in, his dark grey eyes hooded with unquenched lust. "I'll scream." She threatened. "Do it." He dared. "With my name." A chilling smirk appeared on his face. She scoffed. "You're impossible." Rehan's eyes softened. "Not for you, Mea. Not for you." ------ When Valerius Siciliano, the infamous Tempter of Mafia fell in love, not as Valerius, but as Rehan Malik, the past he had tried to hide, let go of and bury six feet under, crawled back from dead, and caught him in the labyrinth of his own lies. He has lost her. His salvation, the only good in his life, no matter how bad she was for him. She promised she will never let him go, she broke it. Probably, she forgot. How bad, he did not. And he'll make sure she remembers it too. He is not something you can forget, he is a breathing calamity, a destruction, an incurable addiction. He needs her back. His Mea. She belongs to him. And hell will freeze over before he gives up on her.

Siya Raichand was protected, cared and loved all her childhood. She had a perfect family, a perfect house, and a perfect life. Until one fateful night. Now she didn't feel safe out of her father's arms, touch wasn't appreciated if it wasn't her mother's and eyes seemed to be holding alternate motive if it wasn't her family looking at her. Siya had long back realized world only believes what's on surface, never does it try to go beyond it. And she, she had a depth of an ocean that no one was willing to explore. She wasn't just the epitome of cruel smirks and cold glares, no, there was gentleness hidden within but no one seemed to believe that. So she didn't bother either. Because it didn't deserve what she was within, it deserved her ruthlessness and that's what she gave, in abundance. If it feared her eyes, she didn't stop herself from throwing daggers through her empty glares. If it feared her mouth, she retaliated with filthy words and sarcasm. If it feared her memories, she gave them nightmares to dream about. The world perceives her as a cruel, sanctimonious, greedy, and a sadist woman? Fine, that's what it'll get. And she was determined to live by that, had it not been him barging into her life with his eyes darker than grey sky, his smile gentle than moonlight, his touch tender than a rose petal and his lips, those damn lips, so fucking kissable, that always spoke with undaunted courage and leveled sarcasm. He wasn't intimidated like the rest of the world. He didn't entertain her status like the money sucking leeches did. He was him, and that was her favourite fucking thing about him. The moment their bare fingers had brushed and she felt her heart skyrocketing, in a good way, she knew she couldn't let go of him. He was her salvation. He was her medicine. He was her change. And he belonged to her. And hell would freeze over before she gave up on him.