౨ৎ #Book 1 in the "Beyond" series → Love Beyond Hate ────୨ৎ──── TROPES ✰ Enimies to Lovers ✰ Brother's Bestfriend ✰ Professor × Student ✰ Age Gap ( 5 years) ✰ He Fell First And Harder ✰ Emotional × Angst ✰ Soft Romance ✰ Introvert × Introvert ✰ Calm × Chaos ────୨ৎ──── DEDICATION "For the ones who clash with fire, yet find love in the ashes" And "For hearts at war learning that hate can hide the softest love" ────୨ৎ────

Evanya Neil was killed. By whom? She doesn't know. Death should have been the end, yet when she opened her eyes, she found herself in the body of Evanya Roselle-a noble lady destined to become nothing more than a stepping stone in a romance novel. Or so she thought. A mysterious letter soon arrived, revealing a shocking truth. This wasn't Evanya Roselle's body. It wasn't anyone's body. The body had been created specifically for her soul. The letter urged her to forget the past and enjoy her new life. At first, Evanya believed she had transmigrated into the novel she once read. The problem? Nothing matches the story. The kingdom is different. The people are different. The architecture is different. Even the fate of the supposed side villainess has already changed. As Evanya searches for answers, strange pieces begin falling into place-a mysterious old man who claims she owes him her life, a letter that seems to know everything about her, unexplained deaths that mirror the way her own parents died, and secrets buried deep within the world. One says she owes him. The other tells her to live freely. Both seem connected to her existence. And somewhere among all those secrets lies the truth behind her death, her new life, and the reason she was brought into this world. Now Evanya has only one question: Did she really transmigrate into a novel... or into something far more dangerous?

She was a girl who believed in happy endings. He was the man who wrote his stories in blood. Aarohi Sharma's world was small-college events, late-night laughter, and dreams of a love story straight out of a fairytale. But one wrong turn down a silent road at 1 a.m. tore her innocence apart. She saw something she shouldn't have-a man executing betrayal under the moonlight. A man with eyes cold enough to stop her heartbeat. A man whose name the underworld whispered with fear-Aaryan Vardhan. The city called him The Devil in a Suit. Powerful. Merciless. Untouchable. And now, he wanted her. Aarohi's earring became his obsession, her trembling voice his new addiction. In his world of guns and lies, she was chaos disguised as purity. In her world of dreams, he was the monster that haunted the dark. But when fate binds a sinner and an innocent, love doesn't bloom-it burns. Between bullets and broken promises, Aarohi will learn that sometimes the devil doesn't come to destroy you... He comes to claim you. --- "She saw death in his eyes, but he saw life in hers."

"Move on. It's been years, son. Get married again." "She is my lost amore, and she is irreplaceable." Once inseparable childhood friends, Roohi Sharma and Rajveer Singhania were torn apart by fate. He grew up forgetting her face. She grew up remembering everything. Roohi doesn't speak, not because she can't, but because her voice was stolen in a childhood accident. Yet her words live on through poetry, poured into anonymous verses that unknowingly capture the heart of the very man she once loved. Rajveer, heir to a powerful legacy and now entangled in the dangerous world of the mafia, carries a fractured past and memories he cannot reclaim. Haunted by dreams of a girl he cannot remember, he has locked his heart away...until her words find him. When destiny binds them together through marriage, truths buried in silence begin to surface. But theirs is not the only story fate is rewriting. Alongside them, three other couples walk their own paths of love - broken, forbidden, unspoken, and tested by time - their journeys quietly intertwining with Roohi and Rajveer's, leading them all toward the same inevitable end. Will love recognize what memory has forgotten? Or will some stories remain lost forever? A tale of forgotten love, silent pain, second chances, and destinies that refuse to stay apart, where every heart finds its way back home. Tropes: Amnesia Marriage • Mafia Romance • Childhood Love • Silent FL Read and FOLLOW to find out!! 🫧𓇼𓏲*ੈ✩‧₊˚🎐

So. I'm Ishika Anand. I married an old furniture. Ghost in a three-piece suit. Cold. Lifeless. Wooden. He left me on our wedding night with a promise: "When I'm back, you're free." So I waited. Night after night. Counting stars, counting sins, counting days until that golden divorce paper would set me on fire-or set me free. One day, I'll find my love-life. Full hardcore way. Like in books. With passion. With obsession. With a man who looks at me like I'm the only woman in the world. And if not? Plan B? A hot man with a warm heart-and hands that'll make me forget Plan A ever existed. Even better. God ji, please send that old furniture with golden papers. I'll even put the end card ♦️ myself. But naa. He came back. No papers. No divorce. Just stood there-all 6 feet of dark, dangerous, too-hot-for-my-sanity energy-and said: "Love, I didn't come back to free you. I came back to claim you. Say that fucking divorce word again and I'll make sure you forget your own name before you remember mine." His hands? Cold. His words? Burning. And me? Your funny, chaotic, Thailand-hot-chicks-dreaming queen? I'm stuck between running away from him... and begging him to stay. My story is filled with darkness I never dared to imagine. Now he's trying to claim me-and I'm trying hard not to fall. If you dare, read. If not... Doraemon is always there for you. 🌀

"So... I failed," I whispered. He laughed softly. "Princess, you scored 88%. That's huge." "I worked so hard," my voice broke. "For Baba... and for you." He cupped my face gently. "And we are PROUD of you," he said firmly. "Percentages don't define you. Your effort does." Tears spilled. "But... your kiss," I sobbed. "I wanted it so badly." He sighed, amused and soft at the same time, then sat on the bed and curly his finger to call me towards him, "Come here." Make me stand in front of him. "You studied for a kiss?" he teased. I nodded miserably. He laughed. "You're unbelievable." I sniffed. "You're mean." He wiped my tears with his thumb. "My bad luck! Hump ! Let go," I wip my nose with my hoodie sleeve "my ice cream must be waiting," I say while pouting makes him chuckled. I was just about to pull away when I felt something warm and soft press against my lips, making me freeze. My breath hitched as I realized-Amar had just kissed me. "𝐀𝐛 𝐬𝐚𝐛 𝐲𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐞, 𝐲𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐣𝐚𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐝𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐬𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐝𝐡𝐨𝐠𝐞?"😉 "𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝'𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐧, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝟏𝟏 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐮𝐭𝐨𝐫-𝐨𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞-𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦."

Book 2 of "𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑" series She was never meant to fall for him. Too young. Too close. Too forbidden. But Pia Roy has always been a little reckless with her heart... and Karthik Arora? He's the kind of man who doesn't just break rules- he owns them. "𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭," 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐬. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫. "𝐋𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐦𝐞..." "𝐌𝐚𝐲𝐛𝐞 𝐈 𝐝𝐨." One look. One touch. One moment too close... And suddenly, everything becomes dangerous. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥. 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮?" "𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥..." 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐧𝐬. "𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥, 𝐏𝐢𝐚... 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭." His silence hides obsession. Her innocence hides fire. He tries to stay away- She doesn't know how to let go. "𝐈 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮..." "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫." And when desire starts whispering louder than logic... It's no longer just love. It's possession. It's chaos. It's a dirty little secret they can't escape. 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐞... ...but impossible to resist. 𝑷𝒊𝒂 𝑿 𝑲𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒌

"You will take me completely, won't you, love ?"

A book where love feels like a curse to one soul, and a divine blessing to the other. A book where she built walls around her heart, while he loved her so deeply that even her hatred couldn't stop him. A book where silence became her comfort, and his endless teasing became the only noise she could tolerate. She hates talking. He never stops annoying her with his words. Yet somehow, in the middle of all the chaos, they all became each other's home

"You're not here to fall in love." "Trust me, sir... I don't even know what that means." She was sold like a possession-traded away by the very people who were supposed to protect her. At just seventeen, she finds herself in a cold, unfamiliar mansion owned by a powerful man known for his silence, strict rules, and a heartbreak he never talks about. His only condition? Take care of his one-year-old daughter. Don't speak unless spoken to. Don't enter his study. Never touch him. For her, following orders is nothing new. Obedience has kept her alive this long. But the baby's soft cries break something inside her, and her tender touch begins to warm a house that forgot what love felt like. He tells himself she's just a caretaker. Just a temporary solution. But night after night, she shatters rule after rule... And soon, his heart becomes the final one to break. 🎯 𝐆𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 Genre: Romance / Drama / Slow Burn / Hurt-Comfort Age rating: 16+ (emotional abuse themes, mature emotional content)