"I wish I had never met you!" Deepika's voice echoed across the classroom, each word a dagger to my heart. "Excellent! At least we finally agree on something!" I fired back, even as a tear betrayed the storm of emotions within me. With those final, stinging words, Deepika stormed out, leaving a heavy silence in her wake. The classroom felt like a graveyard, and I stood there, rooted to the spot, desperately wishing I could chase after her and demand the truth. Maybe letting her go was the right choice. Perhaps this is meant to be my unfinished love story, a tale of what-ifs and almosts. ✨ No Deepika. This can't be his bike. Not Arjun's. But I couldn't deny what I saw-the familiar brown Royal Enfield, now twisted and crushed. My heart hammered as I circled around, hoping, praying it wasn't true, until my gaze landed on the number plate: TN56 0809. Arjun's bike. Deepika! Stop imagining things! Arjun would be fine! I felt the world shift, the noise around me blurring into a single, deafening hum. Ambulance and police sirens echoed, and a stranger's voice broke through: "Two boys. Spot dead. College students." I clutched my chest, gasping for air as reality slammed into me. "Arjun..." I whispered, barely holding myself together. Tears stung my face as I sank beside the wreck. "No, Please, No!" My voice cracked as the weight of regret settled in, suffocating me. ✨ Ex-Crush: More than just a crush, but a little less than love. ✨ Arjun and Deepika were hopelessly in love-only they never realized it. Will they find their way to each other, or will their love story remain forever unfinished? ✨ Join Arjun and Deepika on a journey back to those dreamy college days-days where every moment felt eternal, love was unspoken yet ever present, where friendship bloomed like wildflowers, offering a sanctuary from the harsh winds of reality. Come, wander with them through the corridors of college days, where the echoes of laughter still linger. (Comp

Rudra was my love and so was I for him until I came to know that everything was just a game. Emotions and blood have that sacred bond that the thickness of blood matters on the emotions running through the nerves. Mine was the love, eternal love, and his was the revenge, deadly revenge. That two months were the most blissful of mine when I felt his love pouring over every bit of me. I was wet in the ocean of his love to the core that it did not take me to think twice to submit all of myself to him. To the extent that the title of the Princess, daughter of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhishree, and pride of Mahabalesgarh did not matter to me. I gave all of me to him on that particular night. His love made me submit to the extent that I forgot that doing this before marriage would be considered a sin. The night was long, happening, and tiring, and I realized that by my state in the morning. The naked self, broken bangles, and a messed up bed. And, I was not alone to witness it. The whole Empire knew what happened between me and Rudra. My family shook to the core and I was broken to know that he left me just with a letter. "A scar your family gave to me and a scar I gave to your family" And, I was shattered to know that everything was just a plot for revenge. My tears did not stop for weeks. I could not believe how could I do that. How could I go deeper into him that I did not think about my family, their reputation, and pride? He ruined me, my life, and my family. The woman was considered to be the delicate flower of the family's pride and he burnt it by just plucking it. But, this was not to be done. Not with me, not with anyone and I made up my mind to extend the invitation of my ceremony to choose a suitor for marriage to his King, his Uncle, a eighty years old man searching for a young bride to produce heirs. And, to him to taste his food. The Revenge. Which burns Rudra for her now. Copyright@2023 Mature Theme!

The One she loved left her a day before her marriage The ones she cared humiliated her,despised her and blamed her for everything but what will happen when she will be forced to marry a mere stranger Aditi Sharma a 24 year old aspiring CA an ambivert who loves her family Daksh Agnihotri a 30 year old businessman, introvert doesn't like to express his emotions, lives with his only grandma [Dakhs: you wanted to see me married right? Grandma: yes beta I'm dying to see ur bride who will bring joy to our empty lives Who will fill this quite mension with the sounds of her anklets (Tears gathered in her eyes) Daksh:Then I'm getting married Her eyes widened Grandma: what when did you meet he-, What's her name , what's her age, how does she looks Daksh: I Don't know Grandma: WHAT THE- U're getting married to her and you don't even know her name??????]

"If I find out that you've been daydreaming about another man, I'll take you right then and there in front of him" Two women chasing peace. Two men willing to burn the world for them. Between justice and obsession, love finds its way. Each heart in this story breaks the rules. Each one... an Illegal Heart.

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?

She fell first. He fell harder. Aradhana Verma takes one look at Harshad Oberoi and decides-he's hers. But the ruthless business tycoon doesn't make it easy. Cold, arrogant, and utterly irresistible, Harshad sees her as nothing more than a spoiled wanna be socialite chasing after him. What he doesn't realize? Aradhana isn't just another woman vying for his attention-she's the hidden heiress of a multibillion-dollar empire. Aradhana throws caution to the wind, wearing her heart on her sleeve as she shamelessly woos him. From grand gestures to playful antics, she gives it her all. But Harshad? He remains unmoved-or so he thinks. Because when Aradhana finally walks away, tired of being dismissed, Harshad finds himself haunted by everything he once found irritating. Her laughter, her stubbornness, the way she lit up his world-he craves it now. And this time, it's his turn to chase. Can Harshad break down the walls he built and win back the woman who once loved him crazily? Or has he lost his chance at love forever? ⚠️SAMPLE ONLY⚠️

" She? She is going to die in my hands " The King's voice reverberated through the chamber. His sword hovered perilously close to Payal's delicate neck. A gasp escaped from Payal's trembling lips. Veer's heart raced, witnessing the harrowing scene before him. He cursed the cruel world that could not understand their boundless love. He stood frozen between love and duty. With trembling hands, Veer held his sword and raised the blade, facing not just his father but the king, his entire linage. " If she gets even a small scratch " His voice echoed in the hushed chamber, " No one will remain standing with their heads attached " He warned. He was ready to stand against of his own blood, just for his love. He was the prince who always wore a payal on his wrist, keeping a part of his beloved one close to him at all times. And she was the maid who never tasted love but witnessed unconditional love secured for her, in the eyes of a prince. What happens when a prince falls in love with a maid? What happens when their tale becomes a rumor of the palace? Is this love a sin? Read the book to witness the journey of Veer and Payal, fulfilled with love and pain. Starts on: 13 April, 2024 Ends on: 28 September, 2024

"He was cold. She was kind. Their marriage was a transaction. But love? That was never part of the deal." DIVYA, an innocent and kind-hearted girl, has known nothing but hardship her entire life. Orphaned at birth and raised by a neglectful aunt, she's learned to survive by keeping her head down and her heart closed. But when an unexpected arranged marriage thrusts her into the lavish yet icy world of RUDRAKSHVIKRAMSINGHANIA, a ruthless billionaire with a dark past, Divya's life takes a turn she never saw coming. RUDRAKSH is everything Divya isn't-cold, arrogant, and emotionally closed off. Forced into the marriage by his grandfather's will, he sees Divya as nothing more than a burden. But beneath his icy exterior lies a man haunted by secrets, and Divya's unwavering kindness begins to chip away at the walls he's built around his heart. From awkward misunderstandings to laugh-out-loud moments, their journey is anything but smooth. Divya's innocence leads to hilariously awkward questions about marriage, while Rudraksh's frustration slowly turns into reluctant admiration. But as their bond deepens, dark secrets from the past threaten to tear them apart. Can love bloom in a marriage built on duty? Can a girl who's never been loved teach a man who's never loved how to feel? "DIVYARUDRA: Where Darkness Meets Divinity"is a story of love, redemption, and the power of kindness to heal even the deepest wounds. Perfect for fans of emotional, slow-burn romances with a touch of humor and a lot of heart.

"I can be the dark, just for you to love your brightness." Reyansh Rathore. *⁠.⁠✧ ___________✧⁠*⁠。 Guilt and remorse can become your constant companions, clinging to your soul until you decide to release them. Yet, will your conscience ever grant you that release? Just as Kiraz's never did. A man who inadvertently plucked her from the abyss, their lives colliding at the uncharted fringes of their hearts. Heart. A wild part. However, in midst of love, their comes a villian but what happens if the hero is the villian. Or the hero was never the hero. He can burn the world just for her, but what if, his secrets burns her. [The book is under heavy editing. Ignore the cringe mistakes for the time being.] *⁠.⁠✧ ___________✧⁠*⁠。 A story of mafia and his obsession. [ ROMCOM+SLOW-BURN+ANGST]

[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.] In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths, shrouded in intrigue, have the power to reshape their destinies and ignite the flames of curiosity, making their journey all the more compelling. What is the secret or rather those? *Content and Trigger Warning: Mention of suicide, death, killing*