|Book 2 of Brutally Yours | Can be read as stand alone|

❝𝐁𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞... 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞. 𝐈 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐥𝐞.❞ 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 lives by medals, mission reports, and the silence of secrets while 𝐃𝐫. 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐯𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚 breathes through research papers, lab results, and the noise of questions. Their first meeting was a disaster. It was hate at first sight. She mocked his 𝑢𝑛𝑖𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑚 and he dismissed her 𝑎𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑔𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒. It was full of sharp words and stubborn pride, both swearing they could never stand each other. But fate worked in quiet ways as it bound them long before they realized it and met again. It was in the most desi way possible. 𝑨𝒏 𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆. Now that destiny tied them together, sparks don't fly because they clash like fire and ice as they turned it into a bet. She calls him emotionless. He calls her stubborn. She prays for his postings to keep him away while he silently yearns for a chance to pull her closer. A soldier who hides his heart and a researcher turned assistant professor who denies hers, tied in a marriage that turns into the most 𝒔𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒅 of all.

Radhya Chowdhary - a girl whose name could touch Everest, yet whose feet remain humbly grounded. Born into a middle-class family, she never dreamed of flying beyond the skies; instead, she dreamt of walking the earth with grace. She's not just her father's little princess, but her mother's fierce queen. To her brother, she's the prettiest annoyance wrapped in unconditional love. Her strength lies in her dance - a rhythm that echoes even in the darkest nights and fiercest storms, an art she inherited from her mother. Behind her bright smile are secrets the world will never see, yet she carries them with gratitude, embracing every blessing from her deity. Telugu, her mother tongue, becomes her fierce weapon - a language reserved for playful scoldings and the occasional sharp retort. Far away from Radhya's sunlit world lives a soul drowning in shadows. Krishansh Pratap Singh - heir of a royal bloodline, yet belonging nowhere. The son of Naina and Vipul Pratap Singh, his life turned cold the day his mother and step father died saving their master's family. The court handed him over to his biological father's house, but love never followed him there. To them, he was not a son - he was a stain, a reminder of shame they could never erase, sheltered under their roof only because of his mother's inheritance. Except for a few loyal cousins, love eluded him. Time sculpted him into stone, hardened him into ice. Alone, he carved his own kingdom - a mafia empire standing tall without anyone's help. His friends became his fortress, his family of choice amidst betrayal. Yet even in this empire, one name still sparked fire in his veins - Arvi Srivastav. The girl he once adored, once teased, once admired with every playful pinch of her angry, red nose. But in his eyes, she became the reason his world shattered; the reason his parents never returned. He loved her once. Now, he only burns with hate. Or so he believes.

A sequel to Dark Lies If you thought it was over, just you wait it's just the beginning of Dark Accusations.

Their hate has no origin. They hate each other just cause. They were born to two best friends who would even give their own lives for each other. But but, these two give tough competition to their fathers. They would take each other's lives if need be. They studied in the same school, even in the same class till the age of eighteen only for her to move away for a few years. In these ten years, their lives changed drastically. Where he is known for his merciless punches, she is recognized by her fashion label. Despite being few months younger than him, she knows how to prevail over him, and he knows this just as well because he lets her. Would the love of adulthood overpower the hate of childhood? Would this distance simmer their hate or ignite a passion?

𝑯𝒆𝒓 𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒆𝒄𝒌𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒆 From high school politics to running a nation, she's always been a master of manipulation, using her wit and tactics to navigate the dark world of power. Unbeknownst to her, someone has been watching-ruthless ruler who despises politicians. When their worlds finally collide, a dangerous game of manipulation and strategy begins. Will she outsmart him, or will he claim victory in their battle for control? Or will they let their guards down for the first time? 𝗔𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗕𝗮𝗶𝗴 𝘅 𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗟𝗼𝗴𝗮𝗻𝘀

"Who the hell did this to you?" Kabir demanded, holding Tara firmly as she bled from his hand. "Who the hell has the guts to touch my girl?" He growled, concern etched on his face as she fainted. Without a moment's hesitation, he scooped her up, rushing her to the infirmary in bridal style. _____________________________________ Kabir Mehta: the school topper, cold and arrogant, doesn't bother talking to anyone. He's the popular guy every girl wants as her boyfriend, but he couldn't care less. However, his life takes a turn when Tara transfers to his school and snatches his top rank. This sparks Kabir's intense hatred towards Tara. Tara Malhotra: cute, beautiful, introverted. She avoids talking to others, dedicating her days and nights to studying. Despite her love for dance, she's unable to pursue it due to family pressure to become a doctor. Tara doesn't want to study, but she's compelled to fulfill her parents' dream. What unfolds when school adversaries blossom into romance? #HighSchoolRivals #EnemiesToLovers #SchoolRomance #TeenageLove #AdversariesTurnedAmore #OpposingHearts #ColdHeartedTopper #ArrogantGenius #HighSchoolProdigy #DetachedScholar #DancePassion #ForcedToExcel #AcademicPressure #LoveForDance

....˖☆𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 + 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞☆˖.... "You can't marry him Vaani" I said staring deep in her eyes gritting my teeth my chest tighten with unfamiliar and unbearable pain , just the thought of her being with someone else kills me so much. "Why?" She asked adding salt on my wounds anger consumed me at this moment, while tightening my grip on her arms and pulling her closer I let out a painful chuckle and said " Because he don't deserve someone like you he deserves someone much better" I could feel the burn in my eyes, my tears are fighting to rolled down my eyes but I didn't let them , hurting her is hurting me more than she could imagine. She remained silent tears rolled down her eyes damage caused by my words were clearly visible in her eyes , I am dying to hug her comfort her but the betrayal the, damge ,the pain I am carrying all these years stopped me from doing so. "Do you hate me this much Nirvaan?" She asked in painful voice looking straight in my eyes , my heart clenched painfully on her condition , I wiped her tears and whispered so softly that she can't hear it. "𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝑰 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 " ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "Aap ke ye aanshu humare zakhmo pe namak ka kaam karte hai Vaani " ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ★𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐏𝐔𝐓★ " I was thrown in dark dead night enough times to realise I am not worthy to meet sunshine" ★𝐍𝐈𝐑𝐕𝐀𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃★ "I am dying to be her sunshine so bright to her dark dead night yet, so warm to melt away all her pain" ______________