What had I done? Rajveer Pratap Ranawat was a crime lord, king of the fucking underworld and I was here, in his den with nothing but a notepad and a pen. His presence was suffocating, bone chilling. "You think you can uncover my secrets, Miss Sharma?" His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're playing a dangerous game." I squared my shoulders, trying to muster the same bravado that had carried me into this lion's den. "I'm not playing," I retorted, my voice betraying a hint of defiance laced with unease. "I'm here for the truth, no matter how deep it runs." A predatory smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with something that sent a chill through me. "Oh, I know your kind," he murmured, taking a slow step closer until his presence enveloped me. "Bold on the surface, trembling underneath." "I'm not afraid of you," I insisted, though the way his fingers brushed against my arm sent a jolt of electricity through me. His expression hardened, his grip tightening just enough to convey his power. "You should be," he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. "In my world, fear is survival." His eyes bore into mine with a primal intensity, a challenge and a warning wrapped into one. "You are already in deeper than you realize," he murmured, his voice softening imperceptibly. "And now that you are in, there is no turning back." The room seemed to close in around us and then is when I realised that I had stepped into a dangerous game-one where the lines between adversary and attraction blurred dangerously, threatening to consume me in ways I never imagined possible. "And you, my Dove," Rajveer's voice cut through the thick silence like a blade, chilling me to the core. His tone held a possessive edge, cold and commanding. "look like you are meant to be mine. And what is mine," he paused, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, "stays with me."

Book 2 of wounded series. "When you don't heal what hurt you, you bleed on the people who didn't cut on you." Someone wrote the truth when they wrote this. Niyati, a single mother struggles to get away with the trauma her late husband gave her. But it isn't as easy as she thought and things takes a toll when she discovers that the CEO of the richest corporate group of India falls in love with love. Shivam Rajvanshi, the CEO of richest corporate group is a total sunshine of his family. He have never taken anything serious in his life except for the something he gave up a long ago. Now that he met Niyati Ahuja in his best friend's wedding, he couldn't get her out of his head. How things will turn between them when one who doesn't believe in relationship and love anymore meets someone who's going to tell them that loving them is as easy as breathing?

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?

'I hope for us.' 'This hope gives me strength to breath.' 'Strength to fight with our odds.' 'One day to win over our demons.' 'Hope for that one day is like wishing for rain as I stand in the desert.' I raised my hand to catch rain drops falling on the glass window. Two arms encircled around my waist from back flinching me at my spot. His touch. He nuzzled his face in my hairs. "Ohh thank god. You came back." His hot breath on my shoulder blade. "Do you know how much I missed you?" "You know I cannot live with out you. I need you. I need you." His lips on my neck, shudders passed down my spine. "I knew you will be back to me." "I love you." He made me turn and kissed my forehead closing his eyes. Tears were flowing from his eye but his lips were enriched with small smile. "I love you so much Meera" he mumbled against my skin. "Myra" I had to break his reverie. "Meera" He was still lost. "Neil, I am Myra." He studied my face. He took step back keeping his eyes on my face, trying to find someone. To be precise.... My sister.... My twin sister. His teary eyes turned in to charcoal red in a moment when reality hit him hard. "Get out" he looked everywhere but not at me. "Neil" "You don't have any right to enter in this room. GET OUT" He shouted on top of his voice. Warm tears started streaming on my cheeks. "Dare you step in this room again." I bowed my head and was stepping out. I was at door step when I heard his ear piercing scream. It pinched my heart. Neil ran towards crib to pick his son in his arms. 'I knew he needed me.' Neil cooed Neev, but he was also stubborn like his father. He was crying, he was asking me to take him in my embrace by raising his hands looking at me. 'My baby was telling me to stop. To hold him. To love him'

Rehan's mother is a typical Indian mother, who wants to get her son married before he turns 28. And also she doesn't want him to marry his cunning aunt's daughter and that made Rehan to go for an arranged marriage as he does not believe in love or hasn't anyone. Aadhya Mehra is a college going girl whose life turned upside down when her father misunderstood her with her cousin and thought that she's having a relationship. So to save the family name and honour her father decided to get her married. Check out the stand-alone sequel, STITCHES, if you have time. •editing. inline comments, you will be missed. • i have tried my best to avoid writing cringe so some scenes will be rewritten during editing. • also if you think the beginning chapters are too cringeworthy trust me, later it gets better as the beginning chapters were written two years ago.

Reyansh had everything he wanted in his life except a family who could care for him. His world revolved around Business, money and power. Falling for someone was not in his plan yet he fell hard and head over heels for " Vaishnavi" someone he appointed as his maid. He was not aware when his heart started beating her name " Vaishu" , may be the first time he held her in his arm on the fortunate night ? How did her twin babies become his world ? May be since he was the first to carry to them in his arms when they were born . Reyansh could bring the stars to her feet only if she could utter a word but he was rewarded only with only her silence. The man who knew only to force people would go on his knees in front of her to look at her eyes but all he could see were only her eyelashes those kissed her cheeks. Torn between his fame, power and the love for his Vaishu and her twin babies, What does fate has for Reyansh in his life ? A completely broken Vaishnavi, finds her safe place in Reyansh with her twin babies. She built a safe wall to not let anyone in her world but what happens when her babies play the cupid ? Love is about finding the one person who makes your heart complete and makes you a better person. Thrown between harsh realities, betrayals and dark past will Reyansh and Vaishnavi complete each other ? Join me in another journey of passion for love between Reyansh and Vaishnavi with her twin babies..

:-: Golden Borough Awards - fanfiction- First place :-: Mini Coral Awards - Second place in the 'best first chapter' category Omkara Singh Oberoi did the unforgivable sin of accusing his wife of infidelity Gauri Kumari Sharma has worshipped her husband who saved her from the demon in her life and loved him wholeheartedly. But her husband's words had broken her into pieces Six years later, they meet again Only this time ,it's not just the two of them Add into the mix a set of very naughty and very dangerous five year old triplets and two puppies and a kitten It ought to be chaos. Let's see how Omkara Singh Oberoi wins his family back PS : The book is written in M&B style. Keep that in mind when you read

Vindictive words of your beloved hurts the most. At first you are taken aback. You won't believe its from them. It cause unbearable pain at first but pain doesn't lessen in second, third and so on time. As the time passes intensity of the pain increased and at one point either you completely succumbed or became immune to every emotion. This is story of Vindictive Akshay and headstrong Smita. "I'll do as I please. Who are you to stop me? "Anger radiating from each cell of Smita. Her eyes were shooting daggers and pupils dilated.Nostrils were flared, muscles clenched and fist is ready to hit him. " Ah my feisty princess is back. "he remarks. " I am not yours infact I never was. "she snapped. He took calculative steps towards her and holds her waist tightly with one hand. " What are you doing?" Smita struggles in his arms. She moved her hands vigorously to free herself from his grip but no avail his grip tightened on her waist. He pulled her towards him. Her breast were touching his bare torso. Her each movement now igniting raw passion and desire. Her breath became uneven and her struggle subsides.Its good for her as her efforts is sterile in compare to his strength. His hand touched her neck and stopped at her chin. He lifts her chin and looked directly into her eyes. "kiss me. "he ordered her. His words felt like venom. It felt like someone pour molten lava in her ears. She tries to push him away but his grip strengthens. "You will kiss me today sweetheart. "his words ran shivers in her spine. " please "came a whisper from her. " You can leave AFTER KISSING ME" his emphasise words broke her hope. She stands on her tip toes, hold his face in her hands and placed her lips on his. His hand caressed her hairs and pulled her closer. He took all she have. When they were breathless he broke the kiss. "Forever mine, all mine, mine only . "he remarked. "Never yours." English is not my first language so you may witness grammatical errors.

" HOW DARE YOU TRY TO HURT MY SON??" he shouted at her, his eyes bloodshot. "DON'T SHOW ME THAT FAKE TEARS OF YOURS. I KNOW YOU ARE JUST MASKING YOUR REAL FACE WITH THIS INNOCENT FACE. " he harshly grabbed her arms in a tight grip making her yelp in pain, tears continuously streaming down her face. "I am warning you, if anything happened to my son or if you try to hurt him even a bit then I will do something to you that I won't regret." he said dangerously and pushed her, making her fall on the ground and left from there, closing the door hard with a thud. .............................. Abhinav Mehra, the CEO of Mehra Industries Pvt Ltd and a single parent to Ayansh Mehra. Handsome, hot, arrogant, rude, cold, grumpy person. He was not like that earlier but the situation changed him. Currently finding a girl who can marry him and take care of his son. More like we can say he is finding a nanny. Marriage is just for the sake of his parents. Aarushi Sharma, a cheerful, sweet, bubbly girl. Currently working as a Personal Assistant for Rajveer Kapoor, the CEO of RK Industries Pvt Ltd. Her marriage is fixed with the one and only THE Abhinav Mehra, without her knowledge. Abhinav is very protective for his one and only son, Ayansh. He doesn't want to give her late wife's place to anyone. How both of them who are totally opposite to each other will live under one roof?? Will Ayansh Accept Aarushi as his mother?? Will Abhinav accept Aarushi as his wife more than a nanny of his son?? ............................................................ Rankings✨ #11- arrogant (may 19) #11- imagination (may 24) #8- generalfiction (June 4) #10- crush (June 8) #1- fictionalcharacters (June 9) #1- wattpadindia (June 2) #5- wattpad (June 25) #1- wattpad (June 25) #1- imagination (July 8)

Singhanias, a name that was looked up to and worshipped like God. They had everything and anything they ever set their eyes on. Money, power, authority and respect were just other ways of describing the family of Singhanias. For the world, the Singhanias were perfect but no one knew about the dark side of them. They were mafias and blood, gun, murder- the horrible things that everyone detested was like a game to Singhanias. And being the daughters-in-law of this lavish, wealthy and powerful family was what many girls dreamed of in the country but for the wives of the heirs of the family was like a walking nightmare. They were ordinary girls until the name- Singhania was lined with them which meant to deal with high-class people, paparazzi and follow strict protocols of the family and do nothing that would harm the Singhania family image. And the worst part was to act as perfect brides of the heirs in front of the world but what if heirs of the Singhania family were adamant to destroy and shatter them to an extent knowingly or unknowingly. One bride was ignored by her husband, one despised and one breaking slowly by her husband. Will the daughters-in-law of the family be able to change the pride of the family or will the heirs of the family will be the reason for their death? (P.S. The description of the story will be like a death to me. I hope the story is better than the description)