Jheel Verma is a CBI officer. She believes that justice is above all. Even her own family. She's confident, has an angry streak. Ruthless when required but has a soft spot only reserved for her parents. The perpetrators and criminals call her a mean bitch, but her parents and best friends know her as the kindest, most selfless person ever, only to them, that is. Abhimaan Singh Rathore is a Real Estate mogul. Wealthy, arrogant but has a sane head on his shoulders which Jheel fails to recognise. The eldest son, who shoulders the responsibility of the entire empire over the remains of his own past demons. There's just something about him that demands attention and respect. Two things his future wife would rather jump off a cliff over rather than give him. One hot afternoon, Jheel pins this wealthy man to his car for ruining her planned mission. Abhimaan Singh Rathore will forever tell his kids, that's how he met their mother. Red faced, bright eyed and an arrogant little thing, to which Jheel would always reply with: You were the arrogant one, you idiot. Don't twist facts. In a series of meets and threats, Jheel and Abhimaan find themselves more and more entangled with each other. Why? Because the Universe lacks entertainment, hence makes it a mission to get these two hard heads together. To witness the drama, the rage, the secrets and beyond it all, the delicious catastrophe which occurred every time they were face to face. And entertainment it was, for a good while before..... feelings came in. Before destruction turned to destiny. Before they learned to find a rhythm in each other's chaos. ~~ They didn't just fall in love. They waged war with it. They collided, they claimed, they consumed and they burned. And when the smoke cleared, love was all that remained, scorched into their destined souls. ~~ Tropes- 🌊God tier Slow burn ⛈️Enemies to Lovers 👑Eldest son x Eldest daughter 😠Grumpy x Grumpy 🪢♾️Forced marriage

If you're reading this, it probably means I've died, or gone completely mental and unceremoniously waged war against the shadows that created me. Whatever the reason, I hope you keep reading. I hope my words resonate as truth, that my story, no matter how insane it sounds, exposes the darkest corners of our world. I did all of these things, I killed all of those people, partly because I wanted to, and partly because I felt as if I had no choice. I am no saint. I know what my file says about me, that I'm a narcissistic, highly manipulative sociopath, a genius, incapable of love or empathy, incapable of following the rules, a villain, menace, a monster. While I wish I could say this was all false, it isn't. My name was Danielle Renee Watson. I was born on July 14th 1993 in the small southern town of Kinston, NC. I was raised by my parents Richard and Angela Watson. On May 23rd, 2015, I died in a fatal car crash, my body burned beyond recognition. On that same day, I became Rose Forrester, a genetically modified, highly elusive assassin, created by The Shadow operation. This is my story.

| 'Time' Series | | Time#1 : Book One of The 'Secrets Duology' | *** The workings of her brain were a mystery to her own pneuma. That's what Hinduja Rao always thought. But, quite similar to her thoughts about her own self, was someone else around her. Her newly wedded husband, the sovereign of the Dogra Empire, Mahadevan Dogra. A man who possessed the might to guard even shadows. To the people who knew, theirs was a simple marriage. But was it really? Together, they stand in the murky twilight, enshrouded by a dense layer of fog, with their toddler securely tucked within their protective hold. But, once the fog sheds, they must hunt for a coin, a coin of two sides, embossing realities that are enough to destroy everything they have steadily built around themselves. The twist? Mahadevan knows what his side of the coin has to say, Hinduja doesn't. Moreover, is everything exactly as it appears to be? Or, all along, what awaits at the end is, in fact, an illusion indeed. *** Note - With all intents and purposes, Secrets Hidden In Time is a slow-burn e-novel in terms of romance, mystery, and the psychological thriller quotient of it. Kindly be patient.

» a falling in love after marriage story « •𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆𝒔, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒎𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒂𝒄𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓!• ••• Tara Singhania and Veer Raichand didn't fall in love. They fell into a deal-a marriage arranged not for affection, but for freedom, freedom from the weight of family expectations. To them, love was an afterthought, if it existed at all. Their marriage was a transaction: calculated, clean, and no emotions involved. One wedding, two signatures, and a lifetime of separate paths. But life, as always, had a different plan. After an unexpected tragedy shatters their world, Veer is forced to confront the pain of loss and the weight of promises left behind. As his carefully curated world collides with his wife, a firebrand with a soul too big for her own good, everything changes. Living under the same roof, join these two unlikely partners as they discover that some battles aren't won in offices but in the quiet corners of life where love, loss, and hope intersect. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘣𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴, 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦? ••• [Not your usual Marriage of Convenience story. Give it sometime, and let it grow on you]

| Featured @AmbassdorsIN Romance list | Popcorn is prepared in the same heat, same oil and same pot and yet the kernels do not pop at the same time. The cheesy Harshan Arya's smile lies behind the secret. 'I am not perfect and I am proud of it.' The spicy Rakshan Arya has only one principle in life. 'Be the change you want to see in this world.' The salty Rachna Verma's life is programmed with the routine. 'All day work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.' The sweet Aditi Verma has the perfect solution for all problems. 'Eat ice cream! Drink hot tea and be happy!" The four flavoured popcorn when scooped in the same cup, their lives are roasted and shaken with fear and regrets. And sprinkled with self-discovery and courage as they savour happiness, love and dreams. Get a cup of popcorn and enjoy the ride!

| An Indian Teenfic | Manasvi Mehta knew she was a pathetic mess. With her friends count being zero, her communication skills in negative, her anxiety and impulsiveness reaching its peak, and her sensitive heart leaking tears at the slightest harm to humanity. . .she knew she was not the kind to survive. She though it was a miracle when Bhavuk Thakur developed a liking to her. He seemed to appreciate every inch and depth of her. His compliments made her heart flutter; levitate her off the ground. For the tiniest time period, she thought she wasn't such a burden on Earth after all. She realised he was too good for her. He was better without her; confident and carefree. And for that, she leaves him. But he. . .well, let's just say that he had forgotten how to live without her. ************************** Featured on @AmbassadorsIN Teen-fiction 2024 | Featured on @RomanceINDIA 's 'Ishq Vishq Pyar Vyar' 2024 | [Trending #1 in India as of November 2024]

What would you do if a five-year-old who is deaf and mute walks in your house one day? Prank Cameras? Check Sobriety? Check Sleepwalking? Check Reality? Check Scream? Check Beer? Most Definitely - Purvi hates surprises. She was never fond of surprises after the fifth grade when one surprise crushed her heart and her hopes. Constancy is the key to a stable lifestyle, that's what she believed in. However the only thing constant in life was change and this brand new surprise was for sure to change Purvi's life drastically. And not just her, three others were soon to be entangled in a mess which they had never thought they'd encounter. Because a five-year-old kid, with a disability to speak or hear was not a common change. _ Envelope in the journey of forced parenthood, growing insanities and miserable adult life with Four beers and a coke. started: 18th April, 2021 completed: 28th September, 2021 Word count: 75,000+

His jaw was clenched as he raked his eyes at the woman standing before him. The woman started walking towards him, while he controlled himself from something that he would regret later. Her lips tilted upwards when looked into his eyes. Her eyes raked him as she licked her lips, holding her lower lip between her teeth. "You have no idea of what I could be?" She stopped her gaze at his crotch. "Or what I could be doing." A sly smile started playing on her face knowing the power she has over him. "That alone excites me." She turned around and left the room and the man who turned her world upside down.

Adele knows she witnessed a murder - what she doesn't know is just how personal it is. ***** A girl was brutally murdered in the basement of a sorority house in spring 2011. Adele Theroux thinks she saw the killer - and the killer definitely saw her. What she doesn't know is why this all happened and who this guy is. As she tries to solve the mystery from a distance while in witness protection, the connections keep getting weirder and more personal. Might she be able to relate to the killer in a way that no one else can? And what does that mean about her own psyche? *2019 Watty Award for Mystery/Thriller* [[word count: 50,000-60,000 words]] Cover designed by April Alforque

They will claim to be her salvation as they take her through hell. Left in the care of her brothers, Isabella starts to realize this as the truth begins to crack the surface of all that she has left and she realizes there is no escape. • • • A thriller/mystery based book about family. Contains sensitive material (no cliches). Copyright © 2020 by luxedreams. All rights reserved.