"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

|| Multicouple book || Manvik Oberoi and Naira Ahuja first met each other in Mumbai, where they immediately recognized a profound connection between them. After a year of being in a relationship, Manvik was all ready to introduce her to his family. However, just after the night he proposed her and they became one, she unexpectedly left him without explanation. Years later, fate brought them together once more, but this time, their reunion included a small four-year-old girl Maira Ahuja. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ishank Oberoi and Sanaya Kapoor never liked each other since their high school days, where they were fierce academic rivals each striving to outdo the other. After high school they persued different career paths, with Sanaya achieving success as a top model and Ishank establishing himself as a surgeon. Despite their separate journeys their mutual hate remained same. Or perhaps it could be characterized as an enduring obsession. What will happen if their family will decide to tie them both in a sacred bond called marriage? ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Ahaan Oberoi and Pankti Sharma, knew each other since their diaper days, blooming a deep affection for each other called friendship. Both could never stay away from each other, and decided to always be together as friends. However, Pankti started catching feelings for Ahaan in their teens but never dared to confess because of Ahaan's playboy personality. After surpressing her feelings for many years, an incident occurred in her last year of post graduation. Being drunk and enjoying the last party of their department they made a mistake, they had a one night stand with each other, Resulting in a accidental pregnancy.

In a world where justice and darkness walk the same streets, Atharva Yadhuvanshi is the man people trust to hunt monsters. A fearless CBI officer, known for his ruthless investigations and unbreakable moral code, he has spent years chasing criminals who believe they can escape the law. But the most dangerous criminal he will ever hunt... is the woman he cannot stop being drawn to. Akanksha Roy Singhania looks like perfection - graceful, intelligent, and untouchably elegant. To the world, she is calm and composed. But inside her mind lives another shadow. A darker persona. A silent predator. Haunted by Dissociative Identity Disorder, Akanksha lives with a fractured identity - one that hides a ruthless killer who leaves behind bodies and unanswered questions. When Atharva begins investigating a string of brutal murders, every clue leads him closer to a truth he isn't ready to face. Because the woman he is falling for... might also be the monster he is hunting. In a story filled with psychological twists, dark secrets, obsession, and forbidden love, the line between hunter and prey begins to blur. And when love collides with madness... Who will survive the truth?

[THIS BOOK IS NOT FOR EVERYONE. READ THE INTRODUCTION CHAPTER BEFORE CONTINUING.] 𝐀 𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈-𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 WITH MULTIPLE POVs. This book is based on the minorities of Pakistan that don't get representation in books, like Hindus, Christians, Hazara Muslims. ──.☘︎ ݁˖ Pakistan's most lethal assassination group in the underworld-𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬-until someone's death tore them apart. They reunite again after seven years as empires are falling and they find female assassins that could help them understand the severity in mafia world. But there is a woman called 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐚 that is after 𝐑𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐫-The Shadow Sovereign and forgotten king of Raikar Empire-and she sacrifices people for him, sends him letters, pushes him to his psychotic boundaries while being anonymous? Or close? Maybe too close. Mystery unfolds when 𝐑𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡 meets 𝐙𝐨𝐡𝐫𝐚. And though world and 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐚 might disapprove of their love, 𝐑𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐡-A machine-like man who has the Alexithymia falls for a woman for the first time in his life, right? But then why does she feel familiar? To understand the mystery & history, you must dive in the story. 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑-𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒: Rianth Raikar (Mafia Sovereign) x Zohra Waris (Hacker) Varz Zarqawi (Blade) x Adhira (Poison girl) Zayd Rahzaar (Scythe) x Lina Sorrel (Sharpshooter) Veyan Vyas (Blaze) x Delara (Daggerina) Nox Caidros (Bodyguard) x Misha Jayendra (Mafia princess) Kenan Sarraaf (Devoted Sniper) x Yamita (Ex gf he hasn't moved on from) Lavi Ashryn (Hacker) x Neva Mahravi (Military girl in his locket) ──.☘︎ ݁˖ Note: The book has translations of Hindi/Urdu dialogues.

Life is not full of roses and there will be thorns which can hurt There will be instances where you would ask, "Why me" ? You will feel, "I dont deserve any of this." But still life throws you at paradox. Shayad Yahi Hai Pyar is born from the exact same feeling. When distinct ​hearts cross paths each carrying their own hidden vulnerabilities, silent battles and walls built high to protect themselves from being hurt. Can love blossom?

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. ABHIMANYU SINGH RATHORE The CEO of Rathore & Groups. Born into wealth and power, Abhimanyu Singh Rathore is the heir to one of India's most influential business empires. At a young age, he became one of the country's most influential businessmen, handling multi-million-dollar deals with ease. Tall, handsome, and effortlessly commanding, he is the kind of man whose mere presence silences an entire room. To the world, he is cold, ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to approach. Emotions are a weakness he buried long ago, and trust is something he rarely gives. Yet beneath his hard exterior exists a fiercely protective heart that emerges only for the people he truly cares about. "Just six months, Miss Rishikesh," His gaze passing over her as if she were a ghost. "Yeh contract khatam hone do... and then I'll throw you out of my company myself. I won't have to see your face, and you won't have to deal with a 'heartless' man ever again. Mark my words." AKSHITA MEHRA A simple girl from Rishikesh. Kind-hearted, cheerful, and full of dreams, Akshita Mehra moves to Udaipur to build a better future for herself and her family. After a painful chapter of her life that still haunts her, she is determined to start over and leave her fears behind. But fate has other plans when she becomes the personal assistant of Abhimanyu Singh Rathore-a man as cold and powerful as she is warm and compassionate. "Mujhe toh bas aisa koi chahiye jo mujhe waise pyaar kare jaise Shiv Ji Maa Parvati se karte hain. Someone who looks at me and sees his entire world, someone who can find the rhythm in my endless chatter and the silence in my soul." Two completely different worlds. One unexpected love story. But are they truly meant to be?

She was shattered, her past erased by pain, her voice stolen by trauma. He was a ruler-not just of politics but of the shadows where justice was a debt paid in blood. Ruthless to those who took justice for granted, yet never cruel to the innocent. At an early age, he learned one truth-power commands justice. Without it, you're nothing. That night, their worlds collided. He found her-battered, nameless, drowning in silence. He should've walked away. But something about her... felt familiar. A forgotten memory. A name lost in time. A connection buried beneath scars. She had no past she was willing to share. He had a childhood he never let go of. But fate doesn't ask for permission-it rewrites the story in the most ruthless ways. Some scars don't just heal... they reveal. And when the truth surfaces, will it mend what was lost or destroy them both? A story of pain, justice and an unexpected love that blooms in the darkest places.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....