Avni Deshmukh is a cute and sweet drama queen who loves to light uo every place she walks into with her sparkling energy and endless drama. Rishi Malhotra is silent and cold, a man who opens up to only a few chosen people. They hate each other from bottom of their hearts, yet destiny plays its game and ties them together in an accidental marriage: not arranged, not forced, not a contract. How will these two opposites handles their marriage? Will they learn to stay together or walk separate paths? And most importantly...can Avni ever make her way into Rishi's small, guarded world? To find out, let's dive into their story filled with chaos, warmth, and unexpected love.

𝚁𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊 ~ 𝙿𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝙰𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 She was never a princess . She was born a Queen with warrior blood. But things started getting complicated when she started getting flashbacks of something she never saw or knew. What was that? What was indicating her to meet him? 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚜 ~ 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚏 𝚃𝚣𝚒𝚕𝚊 𝙺𝚒𝚗𝚐𝚍𝚘𝚖 His wounds transformed him into warrior. But one nightmare was eating him since childhood. A scream. But whose? Who was calling him? One was water and one was fire what will happen when they'll meet together? What was their connection? And what flashbacks were they getting from their past life? Hey guys. It's me your author. This is a story about recarnation with some spicy twists and love. This story is also inspired by so many recarnation movies. Hope you'll enjoy. Thank you❤️

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

ＢＥＡＵ ＨＡＭＰＴＯＮ A totally beautiful, yet completely tragic mess. She's the daughter of an entrepreneur - world famous and business owner Micheal Hampton. Growing up she had everything she could have ever wanted: From toys to technology, new homes and private jets, Beau really had it all. Until one day, her world came crashing down when her mother lost her battle to cancer. And she realised she never really had anything. As a result Beau fell into a deep dark place, picking up bad traits and addictive habits in an attempt to survive each day in her painful world. Aswell as her mental health, her behaviour also deteriorated; managing to get herself kicked out of the last six high schools, Beaus father gives her one last chance before she gets shipped off to London's most strict Boarding school. She's got one last chance to turn the life she doesn't enjoy anymore around, will she take it or will she break it? ＧＲＡＹＳＯＮ ＢＡＮＫＳ He's lost, scarred yet terrifyingly addicting. Not only just the son of Natalie Banks, but renowned father figure for his little sister after their real one walked out 11 years ago. He lives in the ring, boxing is not only his escape from the real world but the only outlet for his anger - stemmed from his fathers departure and harsh treatment. On the outside he's deemed as a cold and careless fighter, but Grayson knows there's more than what meets the eye with him He just needs someone to look deep enough. ........................................................................................... A high school story following a girl trying to find her way back in the world and a boy who's trying to run from it. What happens when they both cross paths? Will it be instant romance? Or will they only pull each other into deeper heartache? #1 IN 'HIGHSCHOOLLOVERS' #1 IN 'ALCOHOL' #1 IN 'REAL' #1 IN 'ADDICTION' #5 IN 'HEALTH' #5 IN 'ADDICT' #5 IN 'REALISTIC' #5 IN

❛ 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❜ 𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙥𝙞 𝙠𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙖𝙢! Book One Of 'Bound Wives Trilogy' 𝙈𝘼𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙑𝙄 "Dur rahiye mujhse nafrat karti hu mai aapse" , She screamed. "Thakurani sa koi apni saans se dur rah sakta hai bhala?" , He said and kissed her forehead. 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃 "Karib aaoge mere to tabahi ka alam dekhoge" , she said smilingly. "Jab tumhare ishq me hum tabah ho hi gaye hai to thoda aur sahi" , He said with smirk. Top #3 in India - 7 | 08 | 2025 Top #2 in India - 8 | 08 | 2025

Sinful Desires is a collection of mature short stories that delve into the complexities of human passion, temptation, and the silent struggles within. Each tale reveals a world where desire and sin intertwine-raw, intimate, and unflinchingly honest. This is a journey through the delicate, often hidden spaces of the heart, where beauty and darkness coexist. Kids under 18 kindly stay away for this book and don't report the book

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

"Siddharth..." He didn't say anything. Just walked towards me. His eyes were darker than night-intense, unreadable. Hungry. "I shouldn't have come," I whispered, my voice shaky. "This is not-" His hands circle my wrist pulling me behind the water tank, where the fading light wouldn't betray us. "You like the way they look at you, don't you?" Before I could answer, he shoved me against the wall, his body pinning mine. The rough concrete scraped my back, but the sting was nothing compared to the fire in his eyes. His eyes looked dark and dangerous. His mouth crashed into mine, claiming, punishing. I gasped, and he took it as invitation, his tongue sliding against mine with a possessiveness that left me dizzy. His hands were everywhere-tugging at my clothes, gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. I whimpered as his fingers slipped under my skirt, rough and impatient. .......... Pranati had always admired Shravan, her carefree cousin since she was in 7th grade. But everything changed the day Siddharth, his older brother, stepped into her life. During the Bathukamma festival, a stolen glance and an unexpected kiss from him shattered her innocent love on Shravan. Her heart now ached for the man who had awakened something deeper within her. But just as she began to navigate these new feelings, a dark presence emerged. A stalker, sending her unsettling notes, watching her from the shadows. Torn between her past with Shravan and her growing connection with Siddharth, Pranati found herself trapped. Who would claim her heart? And who was the one lurking, waiting to disrupt everything she thought she knew? -- Before adding this book plss read the Message I've posted in my profile. Thank you. This book is completed in my scrollstck the link is in my bio Copyright His Silence, Her Storm © 2025 Preeti Singari All rights reserved.

SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

They both are replaced groom and bride. She's the mafia heir, and he's a spy who has been searching for the mafia princess for nine years. Readers: "So... this is the plot?" Author: A big NO. In fact, this is just the beginning - the plot that will steal your sleep and keep you awake wondering what happens next. This book has everything - mystery, twists, humor, emotions, and much more. Trust the author - I'll make you blush, cry, laugh, and go absolutely crazy. So, are you ready for Divs' kind of story - the one filled with unexpected turns, deep trauma, dark humor, and a beautifully satisfying ending? ‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅⋆✴︎˚｡⋆ જ⁀➴ᡣ𐭩 Arnav x Aashvi ⋆｡‧˚ʚɞ˚‧｡⋆ 2nd book of destiny series