Meher Patel, was just a normal 16 year old. Just like any other person she was preparing for her boards, enjoying the last year of school with her friends and dreaming about Farewell. Meher, had a thing for books. She loved them. So when she wrote one , her friends encouraged her to post it. She did. Though, she didn't have much response, she was still satisfied with what she had because she wrote that book just for fun. But then, she receives a text. A text from a guy, A guy she doesn't recognize but that didn't matter to her, what did was the appreciation he wrote for her in that text. ו••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••× Meher didn't pay attention to her surroundings as she was lost in her thoughts as a result she bumped into someone while playing garba. "Sorry!! I'm really sorry", Meher apologized to the someone, who was apparently a guy. Meher finally looked up observing the guys appearance. The guy was quite taller than her, he looked handsome and the royal blue kurta actually really suited his a little tanned skintone. Then his eyes met hers. They shared an eye contact and the world just stopped. She felt butterflies in her stomach and blood rushed to her cheeks causing her to blush slightly just from one shared eye contact. "It's ok, Meher?? ", He said sounding a little hesitant. " How did you know my Name?! ", Meher questioned, then she realized she was actually wearing a daily pass with her name written on it, " Accha, pass se?!" "Ji nai, Author ji. Aapne hume pehchana nai ", the guy said as he raised his eyebrows. Meher's heartbeat quickened as the weight of his words settled in. It was HIM. It was actually HIM!! The guys standing in front of her was Aarnik!! ו•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••× Read the story to find out more. This story is dedicated to friendship, to those three idiot

--- He touched her like a sin, spoke her name like a prayer - broken, forbidden, and desperate. Her eyes - wide with fire, her soul - wrapped in storm. > "You'll ruin me..." she whispered, lips trembling like unsaid poetry. "I already have," he breathed, "and I'll keep ruining you... until even your shadow forgets it's yours." And just like that - between silk and scars, between breathless nights and bleeding hearts - she became his, not by love... but by obsession. --- She was Reet Mehra - a girl who stitched dreams into fabrics. He was Ruhaan Oberoi - a man who broke people like he broke rules. And love was never their story. It was possession, a love that screams, bleeds, and drowns before it ever whispers. But when Ria returns - his past dressed in promises, the battle begins. Only one woman will survive his obsession. And not all hearts make it out whole. --- 💔 A poetic storm of love, lust, and lies. Dare to read... before it consumes you too.

𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐛𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐮𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐓𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞. __________________________________ "Aaliya" I whispered. She smiled at me and asked, "What?" "I'm sorry" I said before pulling out the handkerchief from my pocket and forcefully pressing it on Aaliya's face. She tried to fight for some seconds but then, she fainted. __________________________________ Akshara Mehrotra, A kind,savage and sunshine girl who can't keep silent for more than 10 seconds. She completed her MBBS and was going to NYC for her MS ( master of surgery) course. In easy words, her life was a happy and simple rich life, until he entered. Arhaan Singhaniya, A grumpy,cold man with a dark past. He is a businessman who's company comes is in the top lists of the world and indeed a billionaire. His life was colourless,dark and plain, until she entered. On the wedding day of Arhaan and Akshara's bestfriend, Aaliya, something happened that the person who ended up marrying Arhaan was Akshara, not Aaliya. What happened? Why she did it? Will Arhaan accept her? What made Arhaan like this? And the most important, will they be able to solve the tangled threads of Hearts and Truths ? ✨READ THE BOOK TO FIND ANSWERS✨ __________________________________ "I-i re-reall-yy like y-you" I lied looking down at my hands, not daring to look in his burning eyes. My breath hitched when he held me by my hair and forced me to look up at him. "Say that again?" I opened my mouth to say but nothing came out, except the burning tears from my eyes. "Fine,Then Show me" he hissed before pinning me to the wall.

Page 1- How do most of the romance movies start? Probably with the 'SWEET' girl giggling and smiling showing off her soft personality. That doesn't mean I'm sour or some hard girl just because my story literally starts with the bride jumping off the window. Or worse? That too with the groom! Oh well, Why the hell am I even comparing my trailer sized life with a movie? Moreover, Romance in my life? NAHHH! ~ "You want me to kiss you here, infront of everyone, sweetheart? Is that how much I've spoiled you?"

He has a plan. A plan built to tear a man's life apart - vein by vein, breath by breath. From that cursed day, all he's ever wanted was to ruin him beyond recognition. But death? Death is silence. Death is peace. And peace is mercy. He's not here to be merciful. To reach him, he will use his sister - make her the path, the bait, the weapon with no way back. He will step into her life out of nowhere, on a night so black the stars choke on their own light, and twist it until it screams. She will let him - at first. She will let him ruin her. Until she belongs to no one. Until she can't even belong to him. And that's where everything starts to burn. Because somewhere between the threats and the ruin, between the lies and the blood - something far more dangerous takes root. A love that tastes like vengeance. A love that kills as much as it keeps alive. A love that is both a weapon and a wound. Because yes, it's a tale of revenge. Revenge that will scar souls, ruin innocence, destroy lives, and expose secrets that will shatter their existence. She's not weak. She's not fragile. But she will scream. She will cry. She will bleed. He is strong. He is unbreakable. But he will shatter. He will fall. He will break. Because again, it's a tale of revenge. And of a love that will burn them to ash. But one question cuts deeper than all the rest - Revenge, but whose?

*Swastik Malhotra* Son in a daughter, Can be identified as A GENTLEMAN, who knows when not to be gentle. Only Son of Malhotra Family, School Athletic and A topper in MMS *Varya Malhotra* Elder Sister of Swastik, good in acting and the top student in drama club of the school, protective and loyal to close ones. *Aratrika Mehra* Youngest daughter in a son, is immature and clumsy, has the perfect body with the perfect smile, School topper and transfer student in Moonlight Memorial School (MMS). Swastik's New classmate/competent *Ridhika Mehra* Aratrika's mother, class teacher of their class. *Abhishek Mehra* Aratrika's elder brother, protective and a Nerd guy in high-school, in the same school, part of the drama club of the school. It's a High-school Romance Book Enjoy Reading!

What happens when a ruthless CEO falls for the one woman who disrupts his perfect world - with laughter, chaos, and a little too much cold coffee? Kabir Khan - the name alone sends shivers through boardrooms. A man of control, precision, and zero tolerance for distractions. Alia Siddiqui - a whirlwind of sarcasm, emotion, and heart. The only woman who dares to challenge him... and wear his hoodie while stealing his herbal tea. When fate brings them together on a business trip to Paris, neither expects late-night confessions, rooftop cuddles, and stalking-through-malls-in-Armani kind of feelings. But love? It's never just about fairytales. As meetings turn into memories and bangles become promises, Kabir and Alia find themselves tangled in something much deeper - a connection that threatens their perfectly guarded lives. Add in a gang of chaotic siblings, Nutella therapy, jealousy arcs, and stolen moments under the Paris stars... and you've got a love story that's sweet, savage, and unforgettable.

*Swastik Malhotra* Son in a daughter, Can be identified as A GENTLEMAN, who knows when not to be gentle. Only Son of Malhotra Family, School Athletic and A topper in MMS *Varya Malhotra* Elder Sister of Swastik, good in acting and the top student in drama club of the school, protective and loyal to close ones. *Aratrika Mehra* Youngest daughter in a son, is immature and clumsy, has the perfect body with the perfect smile, School topper and transfer student in Moonlight Memorial School (MMS). Swastik's New classmate/competent *Riddhika Mehra* Aanika's mother, class teacher of their class. *Abhishek Mehra* Aratrika's elder brother, protective and a Nerd guy in high-school, in the same school, part of the drama club of the school. It's a High-school Romance Book Enjoy Reading!

[ 𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇 𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋 & 𝐔𝐍𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐑𝐎𝐌-𝐂𝐎𝐌 ] ↪𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚 𝐀𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐰𝐚𝐥 ♡ ↪𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 Aadya was sprawled on her dorm bed, her limbs splayed in every direction resembling a starfish. The door to the dorm flung open and a beautiful girl entered followed by a handsome boy. The boy was tall, about 5'11 with athletic body. His rich dark brown hair cascading on his forehead. Brown eyes sparkling and dressed in a jeans and T-shirt accessorising it with a watch. Simple yet elegant. Aadya made an attempt to get up from the bed but in haste, her legs tangled in the sheets and lost her balance, falling from the bed with a thud. The girls started laughing, as Aadya's face turned beetroot from embarrassment. The boy managed to crack a smile bit composed himself and asked, "𝘼𝙧𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙠𝙖𝙮? " Aadya managed to stutter out "𝙔𝙚-𝙔𝙚𝙖𝙝" The girl composed herself from laughing and said, " Hi,I am Riya. I'll be your roommate for the next 4 years and this is my annoying brother 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚" 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒: Brother's best friend. Best friend's brother Senior X Junior Clumsy X Mature 3 side couples. Comedy Friendship Old School Romance ●○●○●○●○ #3 in India: 27/09/2024 #2 in India: 29/09/2024 #1 in India: 29/09/2024 #4 in India: 25/10/2024 #4 in India: 27/10/2024 #4 in India: 25/11/2024 #1 in India: 27/11/2024 #3 in India: 14/01/2025 #2 in India: 14/01/2025 #1 in India: 04/02/2025 #4 in India: 23/02/2025 #2 in India: 04/05/2025

"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her. "Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this beard and height, are you thinking that you are training commander? Listen Mr. Whatever, I don't give a damn about your identity. So just leave my way." Vanika said putting his finger down by her index finger. He gave her a death glare and left from there while she smirked . ******************************************************** She was standing in line with other IPS candidates but suddenly gets 440 volt shock when the same man she fought with came to stage throwing sharp glares at Vanika and said - "Good morning Candidates. I am Nirmay Oberoi your training commander. And from now you all will be trained under my guidance in these 11 months." ******************************************************** But both of them did not know that the tale which has started will go "𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈".