"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

BOOK ONE OF THE SWEET AND SOUR SERIES Vanya Sharma hated marriages. Growing up seeing troubled and failed marriages carved a bitter spot in her heart, especially when one of them belonged to her parents. While escaping the shadows of her past, she found solace in her studies and books. Now at 25, Vanya stands at a crossroads when her mother asks her to settle down. For someone who has lost faith in love over the past few decades, marriage for Vanya was a needle lost in a stack of hay and so was allowing her mother to choose her a life partner. Taking matters into her own hands, Vanya decided a contract marriage would be the best thing to escape from the inevitable chaos. Enters Mahir Oberoi, 30 the CEO of an advertising agency. With beliefs as strong as a mountain and desires as dark as night, Mahir was always ready for whatever life meant to throw at him. But not this time. He wasn't ready for the sudden threat to his position, the prospect of marriage or the five-foot-two brunette that came slamming into him along with it. With the only thing common between the two being their passion for work, Vanya and Mahir found themselves at odds. But, as the saying goes, reality is fleeting. Amidst the sudden wedding and passionate bickering, Vanya and Mahir soon realised, that the beliefs they had all this time were wrong and the reality of it all was all too sweet since the beginning. Tied together into a marriage of convenience, read as how they turn their bitter everything into sweet nothings. ◦°•✩•°◦

{Previously known as Kainaat} | Completed on Scrollstack | In a web of lies, even the truth can strangle you. Trinity Academy is more than just a school-it's a kingdom, ruled by the rich, the powerful, and the ruthless. Beneath its golden halls, secrets fester, scandals thrive, and betrayals are just another form of currency. The students? Beautiful, untouchable, and drowning in their own sins. Trinity isn't just their playground-it's their sanctuary, a place where even the darkest truths are carefully concealed under layers of gold and glitter. Kainaat Sharma, a scholarship student, walks in, with no intention of playing their games. But the elites don't take kindly to outsiders, especially ones who refuse to bow. She's caught in their world, tangled in their scandals, and dragged into a storm she never saw coming. And in Trinity, you either learn to play the game or get buried beneath it.

☆ 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 ☆ When a person loses to themselves, they leave everything to fate. And when fate begins to play its game, it doesn't allow anyone to stand against it. Become a part of such an exciting story of fate, featuring two strangers whose story has been written by fate itself. Aƙʂԋʋι Sιɳԋα ♡, dreams of becoming India's most famous writer. However due to her family's poor condition and a promise she made to her father, she has to leave everything behind and come to Mumbai for a job. On her very first day at the office, she unknowingly gets into big trouble. And who does she clash with? VĔĎĂŃĞ ŚĔĤĞĂĹ★, the owner of one of India's leading companies, for whom money and power are everything. They say Mumbai is the city of Dreams. So will Akshvi's small dreams come true in this city of Dreams? How will Vedang and Akshvi's first meeting be? Will Vedang let Akshvi to take steps towards her dreams so easily? To find out, keep reading '𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂'.

𝙏𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣; 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙘𝙮-𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. And as soon as we entered in the hospital, my friend Raina-who had just begun her night shift-spotted us. She rushed over, her face clouded with concern. "Who... who is he? And where did you find him? In this condition?" "Let's focus on treating him first," I replied, helping the stranger towards the public ward. A while later, after Raina and I had cleaned his wound and dressed it, he seemed a little better. His breathing had steadied, but he still winced when he moved. "How do you feel now?" I asked. "I... I'm fine. Thank you for helping me," he said, his hand instinctively grazing his injured shoulder as if trying to mask his pain. "Who are you? And how did you get hurt?" I questioned, my voice laced with curiosity. For a moment, he said nothing. His gaze lingered on me, unreadable. And then, with a faint smirk, he finally spoke. "𝘈𝘥𝘪𝘵. 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘥𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴?" "𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘪," I answered, hesitating for a fraction of a second. Just then, from the small television mounted on the ward's wall, a breaking news headline caught my attention: "A major update from Delhi! The opposition party, Supreme Vision Alliance, has announced the sudden disappearance of Anugrah Mehra's eldest son. Reports suggest that ever since Anugrah Mehra appointed him as the heir to his political party, he has been missing from home. But the bigger question remains-why did Anugrah Mehra entrust his empire to someone who has never been involved in politics, someone the people have never even seen? But rn, the most imp ques, 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘩

What had I done? Rajveer Pratap Ranawat was a crime lord, king of the fucking underworld and I was here, in his den with nothing but a notepad and a pen. His presence was suffocating, bone chilling. "You think you can uncover my secrets, Miss Sharma?" His voice was a low, dangerous rumble, sending a shiver down my spine. "You're playing a dangerous game." I squared my shoulders, trying to muster the same bravado that had carried me into this lion's den. "I'm not playing," I retorted, my voice betraying a hint of defiance laced with unease. "I'm here for the truth, no matter how deep it runs." A predatory smile tugged at the corners of his lips, his dark eyes gleaming with something that sent a chill through me. "Oh, I know your kind," he murmured, taking a slow step closer until his presence enveloped me. "Bold on the surface, trembling underneath." "I'm not afraid of you," I insisted, though the way his fingers brushed against my arm sent a jolt of electricity through me. His expression hardened, his grip tightening just enough to convey his power. "You should be," he whispered, his breath hot against my cheek. "In my world, fear is survival." His eyes bore into mine with a primal intensity, a challenge and a warning wrapped into one. "You are already in deeper than you realize," he murmured, his voice softening imperceptibly. "And now that you are in, there is no turning back." The room seemed to close in around us and then is when I realised that I had stepped into a dangerous game-one where the lines between adversary and attraction blurred dangerously, threatening to consume me in ways I never imagined possible. "And you, my Dove," Rajveer's voice cut through the thick silence like a blade, chilling me to the core. His tone held a possessive edge, cold and commanding. "look like you are meant to be mine. And what is mine," he paused, his dark eyes boring into mine with an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine, "stays with me."

Book 2: of the Brown series This book is the sequel of Never Say Never and it starts where Never Say Never ended.

Mr. Raichand, you are my boss, not my therapist. I don't find it professional." I told the man sitting opposite to me in his black suit and thumb pressing his lip as he continued to look at me. " Shivanya, things have never been professional between you and me ever since you walked in for that interview. Since then, I have thought about you in seven hundred ways, none of which closely resonates with me being your boss or you being my employee." The thing is, he doesn't mince words outside the Courtroom. I am sorry, what?" I asked, shocked. " You heard me right for the first time." He did not repeat him words but continued to look at me, standing a few feet away from and looking intimidating just as ever. The thing was, I hated being looked at for too much. Much of this insecurity came from being curvy and not being comfortable under my own skin. But his gaze was something else. It did not make me uncomfortable in the way people usually do, it was almost as if he was looking at me. Not my looks or my work, but at me. " You fail to understand, sir. When I tell you that I don't want your help in something which is not related to work, I mean it. Apart from that, if I find myself in a difficult position in a case, I know where to find you." I took a step back and turned around to collect my laptop and bag to leave but his voice stopped me again. " I have been waiting for you longer than you know of it Miss Chopra. You will find out soon enough." His words sounded dangerously close to a promise, sending a shiver down my spine as he once again sat down in the chair next to where I was standing. " Have a good day sir." I hurried out of the Conference room once I had everything. Ignorance is bliss, until it is not. She knows of it. He knows of it. He accepts it, she does not. They are not opposites but they are in no way similar either. But the real question is, will she acknowledge it?