Nitya and Drishti weren't just best friends - they were each other's second homes. Where Nitya was calm, Drishti was fire. They weren't just friends. They were soul sisters - mirrors of each other's chaos and comfort. One started a sentence, the other finished it. They shared secrets in glances, dreams over cup of coffee, plans that stretched into the future. But now one.....was gone. She was gone. Gone, in the kind that doesn't leave a room for goodbyes. All that's left behind was - a twisted version of life. Laughter tastes like guilt. Joy feels like betrayal for her. And every time she passes the empty seat beside her, the silence screams. She doesn't know who she is without her. But she knows she'll never be whole again. Trapped in her own bubble of sorrow, regret, contrite - feeling numb, broken, paralyzed with that day's events she wished to forget but couldn't. But then he came - like a storm. Blamed her, Accused her, Resented her for his sister's state. "Her body's here...but it's like she's somewhere far away from me." Ayaan's voice cracked as he spoke. But then it changed into fury looking directly at her. "And it's all because of you." Both in their own miseries don't know what was ahead of them.

His voice was hoarse as he whispered against my ear, "Shh, love. Stop being so irresistible. I want to give you something." He pulled his fingers out of my pants, leaving me empty and frustrated. My eyes snapped to his instantly, a soft whimper escaping my lips. He took out a small, velvet box from his pocket, holding it out to me silently. Curiosity piqued, I opened it to reveal a pair of delicate gold anklets, tiny diamonds and rubies scattered along the chain. I looked up at him questioningly, but he just smiled softly, taking my left foot gently in his hand. He wrapped one anklet around my left ankle, securing it with a gentle click. Then he picked up my right foot, his touch reverent. "Fuck, love," he murmured, "You look even more beautiful with these." He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my left ankle, right above the anklet. I gasped, he smiled against my skin before kissing my right ankle as well. "Perfect." he whispered. ⚬──────────✧──────────⚬ Aarohi Arora, a soft-spoken, seemingly fragile girl with quiet strength buried deep within her. She carries the unhealed wounds of her mother's death and the weight of her own father's resentment, learning early that love often comes with conditions. Dhruv Malhotra, a man forged in power and darkness. Cold-hearted, arrogant, and ruthlessly feared, he rules both boardrooms and blood-soaked shadows without mercy. Haunted by the brutal loss of his sister, guilt has hardened him into someone who destroys before he can feel. A wedding with no answers. A bond neither of them chose. Thrown into a mansion ruled by control and shadows, she becomes the wife he refuses to accept and the truth he can't ignore. In his eyes, she's a lie. In hers, he's a storm she never learned how to survive. AAROHI x DHRUV Book one in the burnt crown series (CAN BE READ STANDALONE)

A risky game of chance throws a broke college student into the arms of his billionaire bad boy boss. But can a relationship built on secrets and lust ever become something more? ***** Nolan Kim and Jung Jae-In live completely different lives. While Nolan is a broke college student working multiple jobs to afford the Gucci he loves, Jae-In is the billionaire playboy CEO of the world's leading tech company. But when sparks fly after they unexpectedly meet, Nolan can't resist taking a job as one of Jae-In's personal assistants. And when their sexual tension in the office leads to heated kisses and secret penthouse trysts, Nolan realizes that being in lust with Jae-In is everything he's ever wanted. Until it isn't. But is falling in love worth the risk when there's no guarantee against heartbreak? "Love Maze" was previously titled "Russian Roulette | VKOOK" Note: This story was originally written as a BTS fanfic that has been restructured into an original work Previously a Wattpad Editors' Pick [[word count: 90,000-100,000]] Cover designed by Joe Resch

WATTPAD BOOKS EDITION. You have to step off the trail to find your path . . . When her mother unceremoniously dumps her at Camp Mapplewood for the summer, Emma Lane's hopes of repairing their fractured relationship are gone with the wind. Now she's stuck in the wilderness facing her worst fears. Trees? Terrifying. Spiders? Even worse. And don't even get Emma started on how she feels about camp activities. But Emma's got a plan, and she will do anything in her power to get kicked out of camp, from sleeping in to playing practical jokes on her fellow campers. Yet when Emma draws the attention of her illusive and attractive camp counselor Vivian Black, she has to come to terms with the fact that how her summer starts isn't necessarily how it might end. Will Vivian be the key to unlocking Emma's fears once and for all?