"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."

"Siddharth..." He didn't say anything. Just walked towards me. His eyes were darker than night-intense, unreadable. Hungry. "I shouldn't have come," I whispered, my voice shaky. "This is not-" His hands circle my wrist pulling me behind the water tank, where the fading light wouldn't betray us. "You like the way they look at you, don't you?" Before I could answer, he shoved me against the wall, his body pinning mine. The rough concrete scraped my back, but the sting was nothing compared to the fire in his eyes. His eyes looked dark and dangerous. His mouth crashed into mine, claiming, punishing. I gasped, and he took it as invitation, his tongue sliding against mine with a possessiveness that left me dizzy. His hands were everywhere-tugging at my clothes, gripping my waist hard enough to bruise. I whimpered as his fingers slipped under my skirt, rough and impatient. .......... Pranati had always admired Shravan, her carefree cousin since she was in 7th grade. But everything changed the day Siddharth, his older brother, stepped into her life. During the Bathukamma festival, a stolen glance and an unexpected kiss from him shattered her innocent love on Shravan. Her heart now ached for the man who had awakened something deeper within her. But just as she began to navigate these new feelings, a dark presence emerged. A stalker, sending her unsettling notes, watching her from the shadows. Torn between her past with Shravan and her growing connection with Siddharth, Pranati found herself trapped. Who would claim her heart? And who was the one lurking, waiting to disrupt everything she thought she knew? -- Removing this book on 1st March so do ready it asap. This book is completed in my scrollstck the link is in my bio Copyright His Silence, Her Storm © 2025 Preeti Singari All rights reserved.

He was the country's rising cricket star-loved, celebrated, untouchable. I was just another face in the crowd, one fan among thousands who screamed his name. But in a single glance, under the blinding stadium lights, something shifted. He caught my eyes-and I caught his heart. Between roaring crowds and silent nights, between fame and fear, he chose me. But what happens when the world discovers that the nation's golden boy has fallen for an ordinary girl? Because in cricket, every catch counts. And this time... I might just be his 𝙋𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩 𝘾𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝. --- They call me the nation's golden boy. Every run I score, every match I win, is celebrated like a festival. Millions cheer for me- but at the end of the day, I'm just another boy standing alone in the middle of a crowded stadium. And then I saw her. One face, hidden in thousands. One pair of eyes that didn't look at me like I was a hero, but like I was simply... me. She was never supposed to matter. She was just a fan. But the truth? The moment our eyes met, I knew the game had already changed. Because this time, I wasn't playing for the crowd. 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙮𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙚𝙧.

*Slow Updates* Bridgette Daphne Lustrous--the Queen Bitch. Well, she was sure to show some attitude, because she was THE girl, who had the whole University revolving around her waist. Saint Dupont. As if being beautiful was not enough, she aced all the exams in her University, Saint Dupont. Being an ace student in Saint Dupont is enough to get an infinite aura around you. Life was good. She had best friends, she could get any boy she wanted, and boys hated her--she loved that. Until he arrived. He seized her first position, he seized her favourite teachers, and as if it was not enough, he seized away all her charm. Evander Agostini was the transfer student who replaced Bridgette with all his might he had. Bridgette hated him. So, so much. Evander hated girls like Bridgette either. Then why are they kissing in the car?

Chou Tzuyu, born into one of the prominent crime families in Taiwan, is known as the princess of the mafia due to her striking physical attractiveness. However, what many see as a blessing soon becomes her downfall when she is forced to marry Jeon Jungkook in order to establish peace between two rival mafia dynasties. Jungkook, the prospective head of the Jeon Cartel within the South Korean Familia, is notorious for his brutal nature, including the infamous act of strangling his cousin with his bare hands. Tzuyu is filled with terror at the thought of marrying such a monster. Although he is one of the most desirable bachelors in South Korea, thanks to his good looks, wealth, and charming yet predatory demeanor, Tzuyu recognizes that Jungkook's bad-boy persona is not just an act. Behind Jungkook's captivating dark brown eyes and arrogant smile lies a history of bloodshed and death. In her world, a beautiful exterior often hides a dangerous monster-one capable of both killing and kissing with equal ease. However, escaping from an arranged marriage, especially to a man like Jungkook, feels impossible. He would chase her to the ends of the earth. Tzuyu's only hope to survive her marriage with Jungkook is to win his affection and gradually find her way into his heart, despite rumors suggesting that Jungkook has no heart at all. A beautiful mafia princess is given to a monstrous man. Even monsters have hearts. She fully intends to find her place within it.