A Indian short stories collection Here, every male leads has just one thing in common.... "he's a ROWDY" Not every rowdy comes from the streets and use guns... Some wear badges, Some carry scalpels, Some sign million dollar deals. You call it mafia... I call it Rowdyism....

"isn't it the same lips that kissed him?," he said staring at her sleeping figure. His eyes flickered toward the bedside drawer. He reached for it, his fingers wrapping around a small syringe. "Don't worry, my love," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "This won't hurt much." With practiced precision, he injected the numbing agent just near her lips. He watched the needle sink into her skin, pressing down slowly. Her body stirred slightly, but she remained unconscious. Perfect. His hands trembled with anticipation as he picked up a small scalpel. Carefully, gently, he tilted her chin up, his eyes narrowing at her lips. Sebastian touched these lips. He pressed the blade to the thin upper layer, where her skin was slightly dry. And then, with a slow, deliberate motion, he peeled it off. A new beginning. This book contains lots of distributing scenes ( no forced intimacy )

"You will marry me here, now," "and I'll stop this war."

Aarvik's mother entered his lab and found him talking to an empty chair. He was smiling, his eyes filled with a rare happiness. "You don't have to go yet," he was saying. "Just stay a little longer." "Aarvik," his mother called softly, her heart breaking at the sight. He turned to her, annoyed. "What do you want? Can't you see we're in the middle of a conversation?" His mother's tears fell freely. "Aarvik, she's not here. Please, come back to us." He shook his head violently. "No! She's here! She's always here!" He ran to the chair, gripping it tightly as if holding onto a lifeline. "Don't listen to her, Aadhya. You're with me. You'll always be with me."

Completed ✓ Demons were just a myth to the people who don't believe it's existence, until or unless they see it. And the same goes to this kingdom Silla, people of Silla believed that Demon's are real. Not because they saw the real Demon. They saw the Demon inside a little 8 years old boy. The prince of Silla.

a collection of short stories which you would love to read ✨

She wasn't an angelic nerd which made him fall in love with her, she was dangerous... So Dangerous... that he wanted the danger all for himself. Her eyes are full of secrets... An eyes which is waiting to get revenge... Lot of secrets to unfold...

Collection of Indian short stories.

For him she is the Eight wonder of the world. He is totally head over heels for her. She entered his life and grabbed his attention, Which she never wanted too. But for her, He was just an another Playboy Jerk who is trying to play with her. Never in his whole life someone rejected him and she did, She rejected him. But her rejection made him want her her more. CHASING YOU and making you as HIS is what he wants. And if he want something he will get it by hook or crook. "Listen miss malhotra, ran as much as you want but at the end, you will come to me only, and you don't know about love right? Then count your days because this Tanvir Raichand will make you feel what love is. Do you think I will stop if you reject me?" " Well, you are wrong Miss Malhotra or should I say soon-to-be Mrs Raichand? Count your days you will fall for me" Tanvir said and pecked yn's check. Both are new to feeling called love... Let's see how this playboy here is gonna teach Love to His Angel...

"You are Mine, just mine. I'm ready to kill everyone who comes between us, even if it's my brother,"