𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼: 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 #2 '•°•𝐆𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐫 × 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲•°•' "No... I don't... I can't be a part of this!" she cried hysterically, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face. He stepped closer, his face calm, almost gentle but the danger in his eyes made her heart stop. Slowly, he cupped her trembling face. "You were always a part of this, Cherry," he murmured softly, pulling her into his arms while she continued to cry. "You can run from the world if you want," he whispered near her ear. "But you will never escape me." .... 𝐕𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐥𝐥 Age 30. Tall, dangerously handsome, with a presence that makes people fall silent the moment he walks into a room. A self-made billionaire and the sole heir of Shergill Industries. Powerful, ruthless, and feared in the business world. For Veer, emotions are nothing but weaknesses. His life has only one purpose-revenge. Revenge against the people who once destroyed everything he had. And he is willing to destroy anyone who stands in his way... But what happens when the path of his revenge leads him to a girl who was never meant to be part of his war? 𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐢 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 A gentle, innocent soul who still believes there is good even in the worst situations. Her small world revolves around her masi, her cousin brother, and her friends. Her only goal in life is to become a successful fashion designer and build a life filled with happiness and peace. What if the world she trusts so blindly turns out to be nothing more than a fragile illusion? What if one man's entry into her life shatters everything she believed in? And what if the man who destroys her peace... refuses to let her go? ... In a world filled with power, secrets, revenge, and dangerous love, several lives are about to collide

𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - his massive admiration ╰┈➤ EKANSH SINGH RANAWAT [27] king of udaipur and ruthless underworld mafia boss. I have seen admiration all my life. Women don't look at me - they look at the crown. At the Ranawat name. At the legacy I carry on my shoulders. They fall for the title. For the power. For the Raj gaddi. But the day I saw her... everything changed. Ananya Aradhya Singhania. She didn't look at me like I was a throne to sit on. She looked at me like I was just a man. No greed in her eyes. No calculation. No hunger for status. Just calm. Just grace. Just something untouched by this fake world. She doesn't try to impress me. Maybe that's why I lost. This isn't attraction. This isn't ego. This is love. For the first time in my life, I don't want to conquer. I want to protect. And I swear on my life - my only aim now is to stand between her and every storm. If loving her means becoming softer, then I'll become softer. ╰┈➤ ANANYA ARADHYA SINGHANIA [22] University student ,princess of jaipur I hate royal blood. People think royalty means grace and power. I think-it means [secrets and betrayal]. I was just 10 when my mother died. after 1 year , my father married to my mother 's assistant. Everyone called it fate. I call it murder. At twelve, I left for boarding school - away from Jaipur, away from marble walls that felt like cages. In this world, I only care about two people: my brother, the present King of Jaipur - the only exception - and my best friend, Meera Mehra The rest of the royal world? Keep it away from me. Especially him. Ekansh Singh Ranawat. He roams around me like some bhatakti aatma. What does he think - that he's some king or something? Well... technically he is. But that doesn't impress me. Royal blood is dangerous. And I promised myself I'd never let it rule my heart. No crown is worth my peace. No king is worth my trust.

She was a 22-year-old girl with fire in her soul and chaos in her heart. To the world, she was fearless, loud, untamed. But only she knew how heavy her past really was. He was 28. Cold, calculated, and always in control. He didn't believe in love-only in logic, power, and silence. But even the most frozen hearts can melt when the right storm walks in. This is their story. Of broken beginnings... and a love they never saw coming.

𝐒𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 Forbidden fruit-that's what he was. The one person I should have avoided, yet life kept pulling me closer to him, as if the universe had already written our story. Disaster-that's what he became. One night changed everything, shattering my world and leaving no way back. I'm Sitara Oberoi-a girl with dreams like everyone else. Life hasn't been kind, but I've never stopped trying to create my own fairytale. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐢 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 "I should stay away from her." It was a mantra I repeated every day, but fate had other plans, pushing her into my life no matter how hard I tried to resist. She's my forbidden fruit-the one temptation I can't avoid, even though I know she could destroy me. Love? It's not in my vocabulary, and I never planned on letting it in. But Sitara? She's rewriting everything, flipping my world upside down, and I can't stop her. I'm Shaan Rai Singhaniyaa-life's no fairytale, and I've survived its thorns, walking over them like a king. ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── "𝐴𝑎𝑠𝑚𝑎𝑛 𝑚𝑒 𝑘𝑦𝑎 𝑑𝑒𝑘ℎ 𝑟ℎ𝑒 𝐶ℎ𝑎𝑎𝑛𝑑, 𝑆𝑖𝑡𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑜 𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑛ℎ𝑖 𝑨𝒂𝒑𝒌𝒐 ?" Sitara teased, her voice playful as she sat beside him, her eyes sparkling like the stars. Shaan's face was unreadable, his voice calm but weighted. "Pehli baar dar mehsoos ho raha hai," he admitted. "Dar? Woh kyun?" she asked, her curiosity evident. "𝑬𝒌 𝑺𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂," he murmured, locking eyes with her, "𝒋𝒐 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊." As if on cue, fireworks lit up the sky, their glow reflecting in their eyes, marking a moment neither could forget. ⋅⋆Get ready for A tale of passion and chaos where two fierce souls collide, proving that the greatest risk isn't falling-it's daring to love.

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 - 𝔄 𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔫-𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Krish Rathore, the college golden boy, always got what he wanted. Fame, a glittering cricket career... and Riya Mehra. But Riya was different. Fierce, guarded, and terrified of love. She hated him when they first met. Yet despite herself, she came to see him as the light at the end of her tunnel. They once had everything: love, passion, and a future that burned bright. Until fate tore them apart and left nothing but ashes behind. Seven years later, Krish is a national cricket superstar, adored by fans and haunted by scandals but missing the one thing he truly desires. Then Riya walks back into his life with a tiny little surprise. But this isn't a sweet reunion. This time, they hate each other. This time, the wounds run deeper... and the fire burns hotter. And yet, beneath the anger and the bitterness, the spark refuses to die. One look. One touch. One scandal. And everything they buried threatens to explode. Bound by a marriage of convenience, can two people who burn each other alive find a way to love again? Or will the past consume them before their love can ignite once more? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

Any fantasy? Dark-" The words caught in my throat the moment I realized what I had almost asked. A man I had nearly killed minutes ago. The knife resting between us spun lazily over the hard surface of the car hood, metallic sound slicing through the silence after every turn. Seven rounds of truth. Seven times it had stopped at him. Not me.Him. Rain-heavy clouds crowded the sky above us while distant thunder rolled across the empty highway. He leaned back against the car as if none of this bothered him. As if the blade wound on his thigh wasn't still bleeding beneath his dark clothes. "Darkest?" he repeated slowly, a smirk tugging at one corner of his lips. My fingers tightened unconsciously around the handle of my knife.He noticed. Of course he did. "Going rough under a storm like this," he said without hesitation, his gaze lifting toward the dark sky around us. "Where she sounds wilder than the rain falling on us and-" . . "And-?" I asked before I could stop myself. His eyes returned to mine this time. Completely. "And... seven rounds." The way he said it-calm, shameless, certain-made heat crawl beneath my skin despite the cold wind brushing against us. "Why specific to seven?" The question slipped out instantly. . . His gaze darkened with amusement. "Mm..." A sharp hiss left his lips as he pressed his palm harder against the blade wound on his left thigh-the same wound I had carved there moments ago. . . His brows lifted teasingly before he winked. "Why?" His voice dropped lower. "You want more? Ten?" . . "Go to hell." . . The next second, my back pressed against the hard surface of the car hood while he stood over me, trapping me beneath him. . . "Why seven?" he whispered against my ear, his voice almost drowned beneath the storm. "From 06:55 PM till 11:56 PM..." His grip tightened slightly against my nape. "You said 'I hate you' seven times, Petal." . . "That's why." . . "And this time-the rain approved me" [ STUDENT PROFESSOR DARK ROMANCE]

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"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?

It was Gulaal's first day after marriage. After completing her Teej fast and rituals, she entered her husband's room-only to see her husband with another woman. CM Rana Sarvagya Singh Shekhawat was on the bed, holding his girlfriend in his arms. The sight shocked Gulaal so much that the puja thali slipped from her hands. Hearing the noise, Sarvagya and his girlfriend turned to look at her. "You-you are the same girl whom Sarvagya bought for himself?" His Girlfriend Damisha, staring at Gulaal's frightened face, continued mockingly, "Why, does it hurt to see another woman in your husband's arms? Actually, this Rana-sa isn't really a husband at all..." Hearing her, Gulaal's anger flared. Looking straight at her husband, she said bitterly: "I don't even consider a man who goes around sleeping here and there as a man. Such a person is called a dog." Saying this, she walked away to her own room where the servants also lived. She went to remove her jewelry at the table-when suddenly, she realized someone had closed the door behind her. Before she could even turn around, someone grabbed her by the waist and pressed their lips hard against hers.

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────