"You always make the same mistake, Pearl... What should I do with you, hmm?" he muttered, closing the distance and brushing his lips against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "You're invading my personal space again, Saksham," she stated, her voice surprisingly steady, a desperate attempt to appear strong, a woman who'd outgrown the naive, innocent girl she once was. But deep down, the same vulnerability lingered, a fact they both knew too well. "Personal space... interesting," he chuckled darkly. "But you seem to forget, Pearl, there's no such thing as space between us. Because you were always mine to begin with." With that, he claimed her lips in a fervent, demanding kiss, a hunger that spoke of years of suppressed desire. "Mine to love, mine to possess, Pearl," he murmured against her, his words a toxic mix of affection and control. Shock and anger surged through her, and she pushed him away with surprising force, her hand striking his face in a resounding slap. The corridor, once silent, now echoed with the sharp sound, a testament to her defiance. "Never," she vowed, her voice trembling, and then she turned and fled, disappearing into the shadows. Saksham watched her retreating figure, a slow smirk spreading across his face, a cold glint in his eyes. He wasn't deterred by her resistance. In fact, it only fueled the flames of his obsession. 'Oh, Pearl, you just don't get it, do you' he thought, his mind racing with possibilities. Falak Kashyap, his "Pearl," was a fire herself, but her flame paled in comparison to the raging Ablaze that was Saksham Singhal. He was a force of nature, a royal who always obtained his heart's desire. And Falak was his ultimate dream, his only true obsession.

Book 2 where she fell harder. ~♥︎♥︎♥︎~ Every ending has a new beginning! Aryan Malhotra has now started a new life in Menlo Park, California. After getting his heart broken, he was no more a notorious, funny boy he used to be during his school days. Instead he is a 25 year old man now, who has become more responsible, mature and arrogant. His heart has been frozen and numb since five years. Unknown to the fact, that there is one more person living in India who is going through the same pain of heartbreak from past five years. What will happen when the two destined souls will meet again, bringing them back to where they left? Will the Broken Hearts heal? After all, it all started with a Confession! ~♥︎♥︎♥︎~

[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*

[Book 2 in Starry Romance Series] Abhimanyu X Kritika Enemies by circumstance, lovers by fate. They say that one can never let go of their past. True? In a world where power and betrayal are currency, can love ever be enough to mend hearts shattered by tragedy? Or will their secrets destroy them before they get the chance to find out?

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.

"Vihaan wait....." I shout. He flinches or was it my imagination. "How are you?" I ask in broken voice. He turns and this time I flinch. His eyes are bloodshot. The vein on his face are popping. I have never seen him this angry. "How am I? What a brilliant question you have asked Mrs Malhotra....ops sorry ex Mrs Malhotra. Well I am doing fine with my wifey." Tears starts welling up in my eyes. "Vihaan you don't get to hurt me." I mumble. "Oo..... I do. Just like you gave me pain 3 years ago....." the mocking voice was exchanged with a painful voice. "You...you didn't even thought of me. You just left me. YOU. FUCKING. LEFT. ME." "Then what should I have done. We were toxic for each other vihaan." I cry out. My heart was in pain and I didn't know how to stop it's pain.

What happens when sweet love of vihaan and Disha turns toxic? What happens when vihaan gets obsessed with Disha? Can Disha adjust with his obsessiveness? *Excerpt* "Strip." My eyes widens. "I said STRIP. DISHA." I shake my head. I would have done it if he was not angry. If he was my cute and sweet vihaan. He took the knife which was in the fruit basket. He pushed me on the bed so now I was laying on the bed. He puts the knife at the neck line of my top and sliding it down ripping the cloth in two parts. "How many times have I said you that I don't like when you talk to other boys." "Why?" I ask. I want to know why does he always gets angry. "Because I don't like it. Damn it." He rips the plazo pant in a one stroke of the knife.