𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞. (Standalone) 𝑷𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑿 𝑰𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ "She slipped again." Ikshit tossed the folder onto her table. His voice was low, tight. "Atasha Rabari. Left the safehouse minutes before we reached. Almost like... someone warned her." Piya didn't flinch. She poured him coffee with a calm he didn't question. "Maybe she's lucky," she said. He stepped closer. "No. It's not luck. She moves like someone's guiding her." A beat. "Or protecting her." Her phone buzzed in her pocket - one vibration. Atasha was safe. Piya looked up at him. His eyes were on her - sharp, searching. "Then maybe you need to stop thinking like a cop..." She smiled softly. "...and start thinking like a woman who has nothing left to lose." Their eyes locked. Long. Quiet. Dangerous. Ikshit stepped closer - invading her space. Testing something he couldn't name. "And what kind of woman are you, Piya?" His voice dropped to a murmur. She didn't back away. "The kind who hides the truth behind a kiss," she whispered, kissing him. And when he kissed her - hard, desperate, confused. She was kissing him back. Knowing full well... He was chasing her best friend. While falling in love with the enemy.

The fire moth revolves around the burning flame unaware that it is the same fire that will burn it down. Two people who are still finding out their ways in life, but what if love finds them before that? Despite the differences, they come together, sometimes fighting each other and sometimes fixing each other. Two people who come from different walks of life to walking one together along with the flow of life. He didn't know how to fight the everyday challenges of life because he never had to face any but learns it anyhow for her. She didn't know how to receive love but received it anyhow when it came from him. He's not the one to listen to anyone but sits there for hours to hear her talk. When life decides to make you mature in its own ways and love decides to write its own fate, they can't help but become a parvaana for each other, fighting passionately to win in this game of love whilst exploring who they are and who they have become. A story of two people who are classes apart but has the same heart, a story of sacrificing oneself in love, Parvaane Rang: The Passion of Love. Because when it is the matter of love, even the moth is willing to fight the flames.

Book 1 of professor series ( under editing) " what is he doing here ? " " Wait . WHAT my husband is my professor! "

When Shahyaan loses his wife while giving birth, his world shatters, leaving him to care for their newborn alone. Inayat, his best friend, offers an unexpected promise - she'll marry him, not for love, but to bring stability and warmth back into their lives. Amid grief, responsibilities, and uncertain hearts, their marriage begins as a pact... but could love quietly find its way in? Tropes: •Single Dad •Friends to Lovers •Marriage of Convenience •Slow Burn Romance •Soft Romance with a twist of dark romance •Secrets •Bold she shy he •Romcom

1 in #India 12 in #arrangedmarriage "You're mine, Jeea. Don't ever forget that." His voice is a siren, enchanting me, making me dizzy with the need to be close to him. "I know, Mr. Rathore. And you're mine." I peck his lips and he squeezes my neck in return. I can still feel the embers of his angry, lying just below the surface of his skin. "Always, jaan. It's a pleasure to be yours." His lips meet mine in a slow kiss which quickly turns into something passionate, neither of us willing to back down. I take his anger that he drowns into this kiss and show him my love in return. * Jeea Mehta has always lived in the shadow of her perfect older sister. But when a twist of fate forces her to marry Dhruv Singh Rathore-a wealthy, enigmatic man who was once promised to her sister-Jeea finds herself caught in a marriage she never wanted and a life she doesn't understand. But Dhruv is not an easy man to please. He's distant, ruthless, and heartbreakingly unattainable. And yet, beneath his icy exterior, Jeea glimpses something more-something that makes her heart betray her at every turn. As hidden truths unravel and undeniable chemistry ignites, Jeea finds herself caught in a dangerous game of love and resentment. Because while she was never meant to be his bride... she might just become something even more unexpected-his weakness. #1 in chicklit #1 in forcedrelationship

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿✿✿｡･:*:･ﾟ✿･:*:･ﾟ✿✿ To the women who were told to be silent, and chose to speak through their strength instead. To the men hardened by life, but brave enough to let love soften them. And to every soul caught between tradition and dreams- may you find the courage to live both. 💫 The Zamindar's Bride - Blurb She dreamed of white coats and stethoscopes. He ruled fields and farms with silence and steel. Varnika Kashyap, a bright 20-year-old aspiring doctor, had her whole life planned - until the sudden death of her parents shattered everything. Orphaned and vulnerable, she's coerced by her controlling aunt into a marriage she never wanted. Her groom? Vardhan Singh Rana - a 30-year-old village zamindar, feared by many, respected by all. Vardhan is everything Varnika is not - uneducated yet worldly, stoic yet intense, powerful yet rooted in tradition. He never asked for a bride, but his father's condition for inheritance forces him into the shackles of matrimony. Thrown together by circumstances neither of them chose, Varnika and Vardhan are strangers bound by a sacred vow. She is too naive for his world; he is too hardened for hers. And yet, amid the dusty courtyards, whispered secrets, and stifling expectations, a delicate tension brews. Will she find herself caged or cherished? Will he lose himself in love or keep building walls? A tale of forced beginnings, emotional awakening, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʜᴇ ʜɪᴅᴇꜱ ʜᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ɪᴛ... ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ꜱʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴏɴ ꜰɪʀᴇ- ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏᴏꜱᴇꜱ ᴛᴏ ʙᴜʀɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ. ʀɪᴠᴀᴀɴᴛʜ & ꜱʜʀᴀᴠᴀɴɪ - ᴀ ꜱᴏʟᴅɪᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ꜱɪʟᴇɴᴄᴇ. ᴀ ᴍᴀɴᴀɢᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʀᴀɴ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ɪᴛ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴇᴄᴏɴᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴏꜰᴛ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ꜱᴀᴄʀᴇᴅ. ꜱʜᴀᴜʀʏᴀ & ɪꜱʜɪʀᴀ - ᴀ ʟɪᴇᴜᴛᴇɴᴀɴᴛ ʙᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ ᴅᴜᴛʏ. ᴀ ʙɪᴋᴇʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴏᴡꜱ ᴛᴏ ɴᴏɴᴇ. ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀᴄᴄᴇᴘᴛᴇᴅ. ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀɢʀᴏᴜɴᴅ, ᴜɴᴛᴀᴍᴇᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ᴜᴛᴛᴇʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀꜱ. 𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓹𝓵𝓮𝓼. 𝓣𝔀𝓸 𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓼. 𝓞𝓷𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓽𝓽𝓵𝓮𝓯𝓲𝓮𝓵𝓭 𝓸𝓯 𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓮. 𝓣𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓭𝓲𝓭𝓷'𝓽 𝓯𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓲𝓷 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮... 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓽. Coming soon... 🎀

He was the professor no one could ignore. She was the girl everyone overlooked. Professor Abhimanyu, 32, wasn't just another name on the faculty list...he was a presence. Known for his sharp mind, unmatched work ethic, and an aura of quiet authority, he taught Architectural Design like it was more than a subject... like it was a language of the soul. But he wasn't easy to keep. In just two years, he had already left two prestigious universities...never for better offers, but for something far more rare: his self-respect. He refused to compromise his dignity, no matter the cost. Then came Amrita. A final-year student. Always present, yet invisible. Always silent, yet full of unspoken thoughts. She wasn't the girl people noticed..she was the one they laughed at. The one who tried to fit in but somehow became the punchline instead. Shy. Introverted. "Boring," they called her. But they never really saw her. Because beneath that quiet exterior lived a mind that felt deeply, imagined endlessly, and observed everything. And yes... She had a crush on him. Just like many others. But unlike them, hers wasn't shallow admiration. It was something softer. Something deeper. She didn't just notice his looks, she noticed the way he spoke about design, the way he stood by his principles, the way he never pretended to be someone he wasn't. And maybe... he noticed something too. Not the loudest voice in class. Not the brightest attention-seeker. But the girl who stayed back, whose designs carried emotions no one else could draw, whose silence spoke louder than words. What happens when a man who values dignity above everything meets a girl who has never been valued at all? When admiration turns into understanding... When silence turns into connection... When two completely different worlds begin to align.. A story begins. Not loud. Not rushed. Not perfect. But real. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025)