Important:- You Need To Read The Heartbreaker to understand the plot. Away from everyone, Rivaah is content living a life of single mother and a successful Advertising Head. Her love story didn't had that sappy happy ending, but the little bundle of joy she received was all worth it. She has it all set. Spending her whole life making her son's life better is her ultimate goal. But it seems God doesn't love her enough. When two choices land her in a state of either everything or nothing, she definitely goes for the first one. After all, her son is all she has. But the price she has to pay to make her son's life better, is huge. Will she get her sappy happy ending this time? Or will she be left the same, alone and all on her own. ______ "Isn't he my daddy?" "He is." "I wanna meet him." "He don't want us." "Why? Was I a bad boy?" "No, darling. You're the best." "Mommy, please." "He doesn't remember us, son." He is definitely God's favourite. After ruining three lives, he forgot everything and is happy. He remembers nothing about the past, only the others affected are carrying the scars he inflicted.

Reyansh Raichand is not heartless. His heart is just frozen, craving to be moved. The world that is empty, the crowd that is shallow and the life that is absent of entity, he is willing to give up all and cease his existence. That is until, Jahanvi Mathur, along with her three year old, stumbles back into his life after six years. She has it all, happiness, smiles, and laughs, embracing her in it's pulchritude. Two emotions collide. His hate for her and love for the little one, drives him into an insane obsession to win them both. Inflicting pain on her and putting world to the feet of her daughter is his only aim. His heart has finally moved. And not for a great cause. He knew she was an art, and he wanted to ravage her. Because he was a Sinner and she was going to be his most beautiful Sin. Content and Trigger Warning: This story depicts mental health issues, trauma, violence and suicide.

Important Note : This book is a sequel to The Sinner and not a stand alone book. | • | Her love was like an unicorn. Something that he didn't believe in. Something that he didn't want to believe in. It was surreal, just like her. While he, he was someone who didn't even believe in the reality. But she managed to make him believe in her love. And she managed to make him believe in unicorns. He still remembers the depth of her brown eyes, it was a bottomless abyss. He remembers her gentle touch on his skin, it was a silken caress. And he remembers her smile, oh she held the entire universe in the uplift of her lips. Love for him before her was just a comfort zone. Now without her, without any promise or her bodily presence, it is still the reason that his heart races and emotions spiral in a whirlwind of ecstasy. Yes he has lost her, and he is hell bent on winning her back. But he has to Redeem himself before that, because he don't want to be The Sinner anymore. Content and Trigger Warning: This story depicts mental health issues, trauma, violence and self-harm.

Avyan Parker had nothing to lose when he met Naina Rao. He was ruling the Hollywood industry, had millions of fans across the globe, friends who loved him and family that stood by his side no matter what. His life was perfect, or so it seemed. Naina Rao had everything to lose when she met Avyan Parker. Her fame, her popularity and certainly her career. Because for a Bollywood actress who was just starting to gain her fan following, getting involved with a global star was bound to bring more cons than pros. Yet she took the risk. Why? Because Avyan Parker was simply mesmerizing, a blue eyed charmer who knew how to make hearts flutter. Little did she know, falling in love is simple, staying in love is just as hard. And that too with a man she hardly knows anything about, who carried way too many secrets she would like to be part of and being a part of his stardom, something was bound to happen. She wished it wouldn't be a heartbreak. Only if she knew, that's what Avyan Parker was famous for.

Important Note: This book is a sequel to Phobia and cannot be read as a stand alone. "Look at my wife, pretending she is single." "I'm not your wife!" She snarled. Rehan chuckled darkly and stepped forward, caging her against the wall, blasé to the party happening out in the hall. "Step back." "Make me," he leaned in, his dark grey eyes hooded with unquenched lust. "I'll scream." She threatened. "Do it." He dared. "With my name." A chilling smirk appeared on his face. She scoffed. "You're impossible." Rehan's eyes softened. "Not for you, Mea. Not for you." ------ When Valerius Siciliano, the infamous Tempter of Mafia fell in love, not as Valerius, but as Rehan Malik, the past he had tried to hide, let go of and bury six feet under, crawled back from dead, and caught him in the labyrinth of his own lies. He has lost her. His salvation, the only good in his life, no matter how bad she was for him. She promised she will never let him go, she broke it. Probably, she forgot. How bad, he did not. And he'll make sure she remembers it too. He is not something you can forget, he is a breathing calamity, a destruction, an incurable addiction. He needs her back. His Mea. She belongs to him. And hell will freeze over before he gives up on her.

Siya Raichand was protected, cared and loved all her childhood. She had a perfect family, a perfect house, and a perfect life. Until one fateful night. Now she didn't feel safe out of her father's arms, touch wasn't appreciated if it wasn't her mother's and eyes seemed to be holding alternate motive if it wasn't her family looking at her. Siya had long back realized world only believes what's on surface, never does it try to go beyond it. And she, she had a depth of an ocean that no one was willing to explore. She wasn't just the epitome of cruel smirks and cold glares, no, there was gentleness hidden within but no one seemed to believe that. So she didn't bother either. Because it didn't deserve what she was within, it deserved her ruthlessness and that's what she gave, in abundance. If it feared her eyes, she didn't stop herself from throwing daggers through her empty glares. If it feared her mouth, she retaliated with filthy words and sarcasm. If it feared her memories, she gave them nightmares to dream about. The world perceives her as a cruel, sanctimonious, greedy, and a sadist woman? Fine, that's what it'll get. And she was determined to live by that, had it not been him barging into her life with his eyes darker than grey sky, his smile gentle than moonlight, his touch tender than a rose petal and his lips, those damn lips, so fucking kissable, that always spoke with undaunted courage and leveled sarcasm. He wasn't intimidated like the rest of the world. He didn't entertain her status like the money sucking leeches did. He was him, and that was her favourite fucking thing about him. The moment their bare fingers had brushed and she felt her heart skyrocketing, in a good way, she knew she couldn't let go of him. He was her salvation. He was her medicine. He was her change. And he belonged to her. And hell would freeze over before she gave up on him.

We've often read about men and their grovelling but now it's Maliah who's going to grovel till the very end to save the man she destroyed.

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?

This isn't your typical revenge story. Here, Ekansh isn't interested in seeking his revenge from Faria. He's just a broken soul, the man belonging to middle class with a nine to five job who's well aware that even if it's about justice, he can't compete with the ones who belong to the top section of the society. While, Faria was born into that top section of the society with all the riches and comfort. She's kind and pretty, something that Ekansh never expected from her. Two different people under one roof. What exactly can go wrong? Everything. Because love knows no bound.