"Let me get this straight," Danish's voice is sharp, his disbelief barely masked. "You want me to pretend to be in love with you?" Kiara tilts her head, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "No, Malhotra. I want you to pretend you never stopped." For as long as Kiara Oberoi could remember, life had been a race she was never allowed to lose. And standing in her way at every turn? Danish Malhotra. Her biggest rival. Her greatest weakness. The boy who knew exactly how to ruin her. They spent their years locked in battle-academic rankings, debate championships, internships, and scholarships-neither willing to give the other an inch. They fought in front of the whole world. They fought when no one was watching. And somewhere in between all those fights, between the sharp words and long stares- they fell. It started with a project that forced them together. Forced them to see past the rivalry, past the competition, past the carefully built walls. Forced them to face the fact that they understood each other in ways no one else ever had. They fought for years-until one night, she gave him everything. And the next day? She destroyed him. "I could never love someone who doesn't even know his own origins." And then, she left. No warnings. No explanations. Just silence. Now, she's back. Same fire. Same hunger. Same boy she left behind-only now, he's colder, crueler, untouchable. And this time, they aren't just academic rivals. They're business enemies. And she needs him to fake date her. She isn't leaving without him this time. She says it's to win a war. He knows it's to win him back. But some fires never die- And this time, they might burn for real.

What happens when sweet love of vihaan and Disha turns toxic? What happens when vihaan gets obsessed with Disha? Can Disha adjust with his obsessiveness? *Excerpt* "Strip." My eyes widens. "I said STRIP. DISHA." I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan. He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed. He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down ripping the cloth in two parts. "How many times have I said you that I don't like when you talk to other boys." "Why?" I ask. I want to know why does he always gets angry. "Because I don't like it. Damn it." He rips the plazo pant in a one stroke of the knife.

"Vihaan wait....." I shout. He flinches or was it my imagination. "How are you?" I ask in broken voice. He turns and this time I flinch. His eyes are bloodshot. The vein on his face are popping. I have never seen him this angry. "How am I? What a brilliant question you have asked Mrs Malhotra....ops sorry ex Mrs Malhotra. Well I am doing fine with my wifey." Tears starts welling up in my eyes. "Vihaan you don't get to hurt me." I mumble. "Oo..... I do. Just like you gave me pain 3 years ago....." the mocking voice was exchanged with a painful voice. "You...you didn't even thought of me. You just left me. YOU. FUCKING. LEFT. ME." "Then what should I have done. We were toxic for each other vihaan." I cry out. My heart was in pain and I didn't know how to stop it's pain.

Crowned Heart Series Book One ∙✧∙ "BUT I DON'T FUCK LIARS AMOUR." "I AM NOT A LIAR-R." Her deranged sob reverberates through the hall, making my heart ache with agony. I hate her, I hate her... I chanted the words as a reminder, till they reached the deep part of my heart. "STOP." Her faint voice full of desperation trailed after me until I ran away from her, just like she did, 4 years ago. But instead of satisfaction, all I am feeling is pain. Why the hell I can't leave her, just like she did? WHY? She loves to lurk behind shadows. He is the connoisseur of the heed. AADIT PRATAP SINGH I should fantasise about the black silky hair wrapped around my fist while my cock thrust inside the girl I am getting married to but all I can think about are the wild curls spread on my sheets as I praise the little hellion who stole my sanity four years back. My wife. Or I would say, my runaway bride. I never get to see how beautiful she is, all I remember is her wild curls running to her waist. Maybe she was not real. But if she is, she better stay hidden because once I find her, there is no going back. She will pay for her mistakes and beg me to take and leave her at the same time. Keep running Amour and wish I never catch you. ANAYA is a surprise. And AADIT PRATAP SINGH hates surprises. "Sparks will rekindle, Distance will dwindle. Will the deranged hearts reckon themselves?" *(BLURB IS CONTINUED INSIDE... PLEASE GO TO BLURB AND READ TO GET TO KNOW MORE ABOUT THE BOOK)

Lavender faced the ultimate betrayal after discovering that her fiancé, the man she loved most, had been using her all along. He had only dated her to seek revenge against her father and to claim everything her late mother had left her as a gift to his real fiancee. Devastated, Lavender lost everything she owned to him, and her family was plunged into dire poverty as a result. Heartbroken, she fled her past, running away from her disowned father and the agonizing pain. She dedicated her life to caring for the "blessings" her ex-fiancé had left behind. But just when Lavender thought she had found a measure of peace, everything starts falling apart again. Forced to reconcile with her ex, Lavender is torn-he is a changed man now, but to her, he remains an enemy. As her bottled-up emotions resurface, past cases reopening, and his persistent efforts to win back her affection intensify, how long can Lavender's hatred last? --- This story is significantly different from the original version. It maintains the key plot while changing the outline, fixing as much plot holes as possible, adding new characters, depths, and chapters. I wrote this to better suit the sequel, <It Started With A Kiss>

'I quit.' I feign calm, barely masking the shaking behind. 'I will do part time jobs for the rest of my life, if I have to.' I say defiantly. 'I'd like to see that brave man who'd take you for any job however small that is. You'll live on the streets.' He laughs. 'You see love, revenge is sweet.' ____ Caden Davis found his fiancée, Sierra Thompson in bed with his long time best buddy and bussiness partner, Black Anderson. He immediately called off his engagement causing a media riot. An elusive, sexy billionaire and an all encompassing love. That's all it has taken to completely ruin her life. Now, five years later, they meet again resurfacing all their pent up emotions. But the question is, Is it really loathing or something else all together?

"I'm marrying you solely because of my father's last wish, don't assume that I love you," Aanya said in a cold tone. * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * "You're my destiny, even death will never be able to separate us." * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Aanya Malhotra was in a relationship, but she broke up due to her career. Her ex promised he would wait for her, but she ended up hearing the news about his marriage with her friend. So, she decided to attend the wedding for her friend. Did she know that it would change her destiny? Aarav Singh Rajvansh is the king of Rajasthan, a cold and serious individual who deeply loves his family and his kingdom. He is willing to go to any length to protect his people and his land. However, his destiny takes a turn when he decides to host his girl's best friend's wedding at his palace, where he meets a girl who captures his attention and his heart. Will he be able to win her over, or will destiny play its game?

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."