RATED M FOR LANGUAGE AND OTHER STUFF. Kuhu looked at the portrait hung on the wall, the smile on her face becoming increasingly strained with each passing moment. She shifted her attention to her brothers, hoping for some solace. They were all admiring the woman in the portrait who also happened to be THEIR mother. Only their mother. She turned to leave the living room, completely unnoticed. Her footsteps echoed in the empty alley, her heartbeat even louder. As she closed the door behind her, tears gushed to her eyes of their own accord. She didn't know why, she didn't know how...but her feet carried her to the most overlooked drawer of her closet. Inside a forgotten personal diary lay a crippled photograph. One that would never find it's way to the living room. One that was destined to always remain a photograph and never a portrait. Her mother. Only her mother. It was a gift from the most vile woman she had known in life. Her maasi. She had gifted her the picture nearly 5 years back. Not as her mother's remembrance but as a reminder of her legacy. She brought the photo close to her chest and whispered, "I love you, mumma." - "This is your legacy, Kian. Your destiny was carved long before your first breath. You were never meant to walk the same path as your brothers. Your purpose is far greater than theirs." the man said, his eyes gentle despite the sharpness in his words. Kian didn't flinch. "I will never become what my brothers chose not to be." he said stiffly, conviction brimming in his eyes. "Even at the cost of those same brothers' life?" the gentleness was gone. All he could see was a devilish, threatening glint. Kian's jaw clenched. "A pest like you can't even touch my brothers!" The man chuckled. "Pests are underrated, Kian. They move unseen, untamed, untraced and thus...they know much more than they must." "Whatever that means?" "That means..." the man stepped closer. "You know the Devil more than anyone else."

Rated M for language. Additional Trigger Warnings Inside. With all the misunderstandings out of picture, the two elder Jindals are determined to build a new life from scratch, one where not just the younger ones thrive but their old deep seethed wounds heal naturally. Join the Jindal siblings as they embark on a journey of renewal, forging a new beginning together and discovering the true meaning of family, hope, and second chances. Companion Piece to Ardaas-For a Family.

‶Get out of my sight before I do something I'll regret!″ the eldest shouted, his voice laced with fury. ‶I will. But I'm taking her with me,″ his younger brother replied, his expression unwavering. ‶Don't you dare come near her! She won't end up like you!″ the eldest retorted, his eyes ablaze with anger. Amidst their yelling match, a young girl sat under the table, her eyes overflowing with tears and head throbbing uncontrollably. Her family had always been an unconventional one, but that day marked its transition from unconventional to unhappy. ************************* Miles apart, a young boy looked at the star marred sky with twinkling eyes. As the shooting star made its appearance, he closed his eyes and prayed for the one thing he craved for the most. 'A happy family.' ‶What did you wish for?″ a manly voice interrupted him. ‶Death.″ .......................................................................................... #1 in India [09|06|25] #3 in India [25|03|25] #4 in India [26|03|25] #8 in India [10|06|25]

Arnav Singhania, a ruthless businessman for world and a complete family man. Besides all, he was a man of principles and didn't spare anyone who tried to lay a finger on his family. With three younger siblings and his beautiful wife, there was nothing more that Arnav wanted from life. But what happens when the past comes back with a vengeance and rattles the peaceful life of Singhanias? The integrity and humility gets questioned. The bonds are tried and tested. Will the family hold on to their unwavering trust on each other or ger crumbled by the thunderstorm named past? Join in the journey to know whether the family is flourished or perished!

Aarya Aatharva was an enigma. A lyricist by profession, recluse by choice. Betrayed in love and misunderstood by his own family, he wore his anger like armor and believed money could buy anything, except peace. Then came Aru. A boy who cracked open the walls Aarya had built and made him question his own choices. A promise made to him now forces Aarya to bring home the one woman he swore never to face again. Prerna Sharma. A storm best forgotten. She was Aarya's greatest mistake, and now, his reluctant ally. Together, they must navigate old wounds and new dangers to save Aru. But as secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, the question remains: Can Aarya find love again in the ruins of his past? Can Prerna earn redemption in the eyes of the man she once shattered? And will the family survive the reckoning that awaits? Dil Ka Rishta is a tale of wounded hearts, second chances, and the ties that bind us whether we choose them or not.

Bound by sacrifice, connected by fate. Rockstar Atharva carries the weight of an unpayable debt! A man sacrificed his life to save him, leaving behind an orphaned teenage boy who has disappeared without a trace. Driven by gratitude and guilt, Atharva vows to honor the man's memory by protecting and caring for the boy, no matter the cost. When a stranger arrives at Atharva's door seeking work, the rockstar offers him shelter as a simple act of kindness. Yet unbeknownst to him, the stranger is none other than the boy he's been tirelessly searching for. The stranger who gazes back at him with amber eyes, so strikingly similar to his own. Their paths intertwine, but hidden truths lurk beneath the surface. Will Atharva uncover the boy's true identity? Can he repay the debt that haunts him? And will the boy become more than just an obligation in Atharva's life?

This book is on hold Indefinitely The crown comes with a price. No one knew this better than Ishaan Rathore Shekhawat, the 15-year-old Prince of Rajkund. A boy whose destiny was inscribed long before his birth. Ishaan seemed to have everything-wealth, power, luxury, and, above all, the crown. Yet, there was one thing he lacked: 'LOVE'. To the world, he was the luckiest teenager alive. But Ishaan knew the truth was far from it. He had lost his parents before he even came into this world. Fate placed him in the care of a man who loved him like his own, but the same cruel fate tore them apart. The price of the crown was for Ishaan to become an orphan once again, a price he was unwilling to pay. He resolved to defy his destiny and reclaim his place, even if it meant opposing the very man he admired most. Rajveer Shekhawat, the guardian of the crown, was bound by an unbreakable oath given to his father. When he embraced the young Prince under his protection, he never imagined he would grow to love the boy as his own. Only when the time came to send Ishaan back did Veer truly realize the depth of his emotions. Torn between love and loyalty, he distanced himself, hoping to ease the inevitable separation. But fate is merciless. When an enemy threatens the Prince's life, Veer is forced back into Ishaan's world to fulfill his duty as protector. Yet, guarding the Prince is no longer his only battle. The emotions he locked away now surge to the surface, threatening to consume him. While Veer can shield Ishaan from the dangers around them, the question remains: can he guard his own heart against the child who means everything to him?

Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

Season 2 of FROM HERE TO ETERNITY - They've been enemies since childhood, with a rivalry so intense it could tear them apart. Raised as rivals, their families are best friends, but they are anything but. What began as harmless teasing quickly spiraled into a dangerous game, where the stakes are higher than either of them could have imagined. In a moment of rage, she did something that changed his life forever, something that still haunts him. Now, years later, he's enrolled in the same college, determined to make her regret it. His plan? To make her feel the same fury he's carried all these years. He is the sky, distant and untouchable. She is the earth, grounded and relentless. Together, they are the axis of conflict, but beyond the bitterness, something deeper stirs ,a desire neither can deny. As they collide in the most unexpected ways, will they find themselves drawn together, or will their war continue to tear them apart? In the battle between earth and sky, the horizon of desire awaits.

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