One wrong door. One stolen kiss. One night that rewrote her fate.

THIS NOT A SIMPLE LOVE STORY. THIS SOMETHING BEYOND LOVE STORY. She is running. Her breath is sharp and uneven, her chest burning as if it might collapse any second, but she does not stop. The ground beneath her feet is rough, her steps unstable, yet she keeps moving, faster, harder, as if stopping even for a moment would cost her everything. The night around her is unnaturally silent, thick and suffocating, but somewhere within that silence, a faint fufkaar (hissing sound) lingers, low and dangerous, trailing behind her like a shadow that refuses to leave. She does not turn back. She does not slow down. She runs until her body begins to give in, until her legs tremble and her breath turns shallow, until the fear inside her starts clawing its way out. And then, all at once, she stops. The sudden stillness feels louder than the chase. For a moment, she stands frozen, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her heartbeat echoing violently in her ears. Slowly, as if afraid of what she might see, she turns back. There is nothing. No movement. No sound. No sign that anyone or anything had been there. Only darkness. A long breath leaves her lips as her body weakens with relief. She lifts her hand to her chest, steadying herself, trying to convince her racing mind that it was nothing, that whatever she felt was not real. Her eyes slowly close, as if she is forcing herself to believe in that lie. But the moment she opens them, everything inside her stops. Right in front of her, so close that she cannot even step back, two glowing red eyes stare directly into hers, still, unblinking, and terrifyingly real.

LOVE word is about of 4 alphabetical letters but the meaning of this word is way more deep, passionate, complex and different for everyone......... What will happen when a handsome popular television actor plus businessman falls in love on the sets...... He was playing a role of a hero on onscreen but falls in love offscreen in real....... What will happen when a simple, average looking, hardworking girl grabs the attention of a popular guy. She was working on the sets as a Set Manager who manages the whole set up and everything related to the people who works there...... What will happen when she realises that a hero is giving attention to her without her knowledge....He is been watching her from the day one since the show has started and he was stunned by looking at her....... So, will she accept the feelings or reject them?..... Come and join me in the journey of a popular actor and a simple girl........ Destiny plays it parts in bits and pieces...............

AVAILABLE ON KINDLE The doors open on the top floor. He runs out. The hall is completely empty and silent. He stands still, scanning the long, endless corridor. It feels endless like a dark tunnel that stretches into nowhere. A chill runs down his spine. So many rooms... How many are occupied? Which one should he open? Will Bhumi be inside any of them? He turns to the other side and freezes. She is walking slowly, holding the wall for support. One hand is pressed to her head. The moment he sees her, relief flashes in his eyes. He wants to shout her name, run to her but she suddenly presses her other hand to her stomach, eyes squeezing shut. His voice dies in his throat. He steps toward her carefully. Her hair is messy, her bangles missing from her wrists. She lifts her face slowly, looking in his direction, but her eyes seem unfocused like she can't see anything clearly. And then Lakshay sees them. The marks on her neck. Clear... Dark... Loud... Hickeys. His entire body goes cold. For a second, he feels like he will collapse right there, but he forces himself forward and runs to her.

The Saga of Politics, Love, Betrayals, Duties, and Responsibilities •~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~• "Congratulations, Abhiraaj, you are going to become a father," Tejasvini said, hugging her son, but he was shocked. 'How could this happen?' he thought. He looked at her. Her cheeks are already stained with tears. When everyone left, he asked with an expressionless face, "The child is his?" Her world stopped, and she felt like someone stabbed her heart. Her heart shattered in a million pieces, and she felt broken for the first time. She never felt like this, even after so many betrayals. More tears welled up in her eyes. His back is facing her. His jaw is clenched, and his eyes are bloodshot red. He never imagined that, above all, she would ever betray him like this, that she would be unfaithful in this marriage. ||PART 1 OF THE BOOK||

|SAMPLE Chapters| Prequel of Mr. Chief Minister They say marriage is just a word, but only those who live it know the weight it carries. Naintara felt that weight the day her father whispered his quiet advice before her wedding, words that stayed with her like invisible chains. Now, wrapped in her bridal veil, she waited for the man whose name had become her destiny, Shekhar Raichand. She had only seen him once in a newspaper photograph: calm eyes, cold posture. Tonight she would meet him not as a stranger, but as a wife. Her friends' teasing still echoed in her ears; promises of a beautiful first night had made her blush. And after Sonarika and Vikram's wife whispered their own hints, her heart had raced even more. She had dreamed of slow, tender love, of a voice that would call her name softly. After years of loneliness following her mother's death, she finally hoped for a family, just as her Bauji had said. Shekhar's few words during their rare conversations had already carved a place for him in her heart. There was no fear left in her now; only anticipation to finally see him. Her pulse quickened as footsteps neared. She lifted her veil, then quickly lowered it again, cheeks burning. The door opened. For a single heartbeat, she imagined warmth, tenderness... everything she'd been told. What came instead was nothing like the stories. A sharp, furious voice sliced through the silence. "What are you doing in my room?" She flinched. Before she could speak, Shekhar seized her wrist, his grip cold and punishing. "Wh-what have I done, ji?" she trembled. Just minutes ago downstairs, everything seemed fine. What changed? He gave no answer. He pulled her off the bed, pushed her toward the door, his movements mechanical like she had committed a crime she didn't understand. And then, with a finality that shattered her heart, he said, "There's no place for you in my life or my room. You're only Jagdish Raichand's daughter-in-law... not my wife." The door slammed shut.

Sunaina Malhotra, the only child of her family. Daughter of an industrialist. Mature, blunt, sassy, cheeky, confident are the adjectives with the world knows her. But for her friends and family she's a soft sunshine naïve immature girl, an apple of everyone's eye. Carries different personalities around different people. If you are a bitch she's a bad bitch. Aardish Kapoor, the elder sibling, son of an industrialist. Inspite of being rich he is independent. He's a combination of maturity with coldness. World calls him cold, rude and arrogant but is he like that?. 'Gentleman' is the word for him. Respects everyone who deserves to be respected and knows how to show people their places but in a calm way. Basketball is his second love first is always his bikes. Can someone replace their places in his heart? We have always heard 'opposites attracts' but what with the similar ones? Do they attract? What happens when two similar personalities in different gender fell in love with other? Will it work? Join in the saga of love when two grumpy people with soft heart fell in love with each other.

Book one: of the Brown series Samriddhi is a hardworking girl whose only dream is to make her mother proud. In her life, her mother's failed married life created the biggest insecurities in her life. The only thing she is afraid of is getting committed to or falling for someone. She is afraid of getting attached because her insecurities and fears always make her think that she will end up like her mother. She has the same fate as her mother. But as we know, destiny always plays games, and this happened to her when Henry came into her life. Despite every denial, he is not ready to give up on her. "It's clear. You are always here, and you even missed your meeting when I was locked in the storage room." She replied confidently but took a step back. "Who told you that?" He asked, taking another step toward her. "I know that, and the proof is in today's paper and all over the media," she replied, taking another step back. "It has nothing to do with you, and don't you dare say that again that you are not worth it because nothing is more important than you." He replied, And now her back is hitting the wall, and he is just two steps away from her. "Why me?" she questioned him out of the blue. "Ask yourself," he replied. Is she going to fall for him? Or are the walls around her heart going to melt? Will Henry be able to make her believe in love? __________________ #1 on henrycavillfanfiction on 17/12/22 #1 on middleclassgirl on 26/8/22 #1 on brothersforlife on 30/8/22 #1 on desigirl on 18/9/22 #1 on newyorklovestory on 9/10/22 # 1 on Punjab on 9/10/22 #1 on Punjabn on 30/11/22 #1 on madeforeachother on 19/10/22 #2 on perfect on 21/7/23

"Just tell me that it was all a misunderstanding!" Unhone dard bhari awaz mein pucha, aur bebasi unki awaz mein saf sunai de rahi thi jisne mera dil kachod kar rakh diya. "Please, I am begging you." Yeh alfaaz jaise teeron ki tarah seedha dil ke paar ho gaye. Unki awaaz ki dard bhari kapkapahat, unki aankhon ki nami, aur woh bebasi jo unke har shabd ke saath aur gehri hoti ja rahi thi-sab kuch mujhe tod raha tha. Meri saanson ki raftaar tez ho gayi. Maine apni aankhein band kar li, jaise agar maine unki taraf dekha toh apne jazbaat par kabu na rakh paungi. Lekin meri chup, meri khamoshi, unke sawalon ka jawab de chuki thi. Aur shayad yehi jawab unke dil ko sabse zyada chot pahuncha gaya. Ek lamba sannata chha gaya. Main bas unki saans lene ki awaz sun sakti thi-tez, bechain, aur dukh se bhari hui. "Was that all a lie?" Unki awaaz ab ek kanpate hue ilzaam ki tarah lagi. "Did you never love me? Not even for a moment?" Meri ungliyan meri dupatte ko bechaini se muthhi mein jakkar rakhne lagi. Main unse aankhein nahi mila paayi. Phir unhone woh shabd kahe jo mujhe meri hi nazron mein gira gaye. "Was this marriage also a part of your plan?" Ab ki baar, unki awaaz mein sirf dukh nahi, ek toot chuki rooh ki goonj thi. Jaise har umeed, har yakeen, har pyaar ek pal mein bikhar gaya ho.