" 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑." ───※ ·❆· ※─── Aisha , her name alone melts the coldest hearts, and her bright smile brightens their days. The cheery, bright, and sometimes sarcastic tech geek came to Mumbai not by plan but to carve her own story, seeking peace and leaving chaos behind. "Mumbai, the new city to me, has given me a fresh start, a chance to be who I want to be. I just hope it doesn't end up being something I regret," she says with a hopeful smile. Is it really a new start, or merely the continuation of a story left behind? ☆★☆★☆★☆ Fate reunites the oldest bonds. She encounters elites who are unfamiliar yet forms genuine connections with them. She never thought she could be loved or love in return, but unbeknownst to her, someone has been in love with her since childhood. His love, once found, turns into an obsession. Yet Beneath their shimmering façades, everyone hides their pain, anger, and true selves. Even Aisha, with her sparkly exterior, conceals dark secrets. But for how long? ☆★☆★☆★☆ Why does she suffer in the end? Why does she face betrayal, hurt, and hate when she's nothing but an innocent victim from the day she was born? Does she regret coming to Mumbai? "No, I don't regret it. I found love and care, even if only for a fleeting moment amidst all the betrayals and pain," she whispers with a faint smile. "Do it, Ma. Kill me. Shoot it." Is it really her end? The biggest question arises: why did she ask her mother to kill her? Uncover the truth in " 𝐆𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬: 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝐺𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑂𝑓 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑆𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 ".

Prashant Pandey is everything the world admires. Confident, charming, and impossible to ignore. But the version he gives them isn't real. Not like the one he shows me. With me, he's chaos wrapped in silence. With me, he's the broken parts he hides. And I hate him for what he's done. I hate that I still want him. His touch. His pain. His truth. Him. Ira Solanki used to be the girl I would've burned the world for. But that girl is gone. And the woman who took her place? I can't love her without destroying her. I'm colder now. Harsher. I don't let her in, not like before. I hurt her because it's easier than holding her. Because it's the only way I know how to let her go. We don't fit. We break. Over and over again. But no matter how far we fall, we keep reaching for each other through every fight, every scar, every memory that won't let go. This isn't a love story. It's a war. And somehow, we're both losing.