Zeeshan Malik, the star badminton player's career is on a decline, his stardom is receding and if nothing is done soon, it might just fade and become part of collection of stories of people who had potential to be great but never achieved greatness. He didn't want to be an easily forgettable short story but a grand tale that's spoken of for ages. If Akira Shah wasn't so focused on the singular goal of being a good, sufficient parent for her daughter, she would've definitely opened a club that discussed ways of extinction of the species named men. They were despicable. And when her little girl gets obsessed with a badminton player she saw on the television, Akira already found herself hating a person who she hadn't ever seen or encountered. But Akira had never been fate's favoured child and seemed like this time she was destined to be that tale of Zeeshan's life, one whose imprint no waves of ocean can wash away.

Ruhaan Rajvansh, 28 year old CEO of the "Rajvansh Industries and Cooperation", happens to possess 51% of "The Justice Junction", owned by Anya Thakur, his ex lover whom he despises from his inner core. For Anya to get back the control over her firm, she needs to marry Ruhaan, who vanished from her life nine years ago. What secrets lie beneath their complicated history? Why does he wish to marry her, claim her? Why did he vanish nine years ago? What exactly does he want? To get the answer to these questions, read Eternal Fallacy exclusively on Wattpad.

*COMPLETE* [𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓] A Dark Stalker Romance 🔪 ❤︎ 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈 (Masked Lovers Series #1) I leaned in closer, my masked face inches from hers. ❝You're mine now,❝ I whispered, my voice a sinister hiss. ❝There's no escaping me.❝ - Ghostface My tormentor. My stalker. The one who watches me, who knows my every move before I even make it. The truth? It's never what you think it is. But I didn't realize that not until he decided to show me just how twisted things could really get. I never asked for this, but somehow, I ended up here, bound by his dark, relentless torment. I can't escape it. I can't escape him. Ghostface isn't just a name. He's a presence, a shadow that consumes everything in its path especially me. He thrives on this torment, this twisted arrangement we have. He enjoys watching me fall apart, enjoys seeing me struggle with the fear and desire battling inside me. There's no escape. Not for me. Not for him. He's stolen me, and like any good thief, he won't give me back. He won't let me go. And maybe, just maybe, I don't want him to. Highest Rankings! #1 in serialkiller (3/12/2024) #1 in playlist (4/4/2024) #3 in eroticromance (4/7/2024) #1 in Tormentor (4/16/24) #3 in Psychopath (4/16/24) #2 in maskedman (4/22/24) #3 in explicitcontent (7/16/24)

#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ "And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards him. He's too skilled with words, and on top of that,he claims to be the supreme power, and he is. I lowered my gaze again, unable to bear looking at him. With his finger under my chin, he lifted my eyes to meet his, his hazel eyes engulfing me with realizations of the wrongs I'm getting involved in. He murmured, "Let me enjoy gazing at you." I couldn't help but reply, "I'm not a sight for you to gaze upon." My voice was low, lacking my usual confidence but still enough to assert that he couldn't dominate me. "You are not just a sight to behold but the most exquisite creation of the universe." ✧ Fixing an alliance seems simple, doesn't it? Two parties coming together, shaking hands, promising cooperation. But what if I told you it's not that straightforward? What if I told you it could all be the beginning of destruction, the inevitable ache? Welcome to a world where nothing is as it seems. Where trust is a luxury few can afford, and betrayal lurks in every shadow. To truly understand the game of 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬 being played, you need to delve into the depths of this book. A mere trailer, a prologue, a blurb-those won't suffice. You must immerse yourself in the twists and turns of the tale. It will ruin your mental health. So, are you ready to step into the web of alliances, where every step could lead to triumph or tragedy? The choice is yours. Enter if you dare. [Translations are available for Hindi dialogues.]

Disclaimer: it is not a Talwiinder Fanfic. He is just an inspiration of the character. When a 'psychopath' with a 'green flag' falls deeply in love, the consequences are unpredictable. ~Book 1 of "Rhythm" series Meet Darr, the enigmatic superstar singer who strikes fear into the hearts of many. Nevertheless his outrageous fame, nobody has ever seen his face as he hides it with an intimidating skeleton zombie face paint. Despite being the object of desire for thousands of fans, Darr's heart belongs to one person alone - Iffatpreet. His overwhelming fame and adoration from the public pale in comparison to his all-consuming desire for her. In a world where everyone wants a piece of him, he only yearns for her love and attention. This college student and die-hard fan is oblivious to Darr's affections, but her daily routine revolves around his music, blasting his songs on full volume through her airpods. Little does she know her favourite singer is her... (Shh..stalker) --------------- "She's my perfect rhythm." ~ Stalker Psycho Romance

"I'm a devil Ira think before you say anything", he replied staring into her soul "I don't care if I fall in love with a devil, as long as that devil will love me the way he loves hell", she said maintaining the eye contact "Your angel eyes see the good in a devil 𝘮𝘪 𝘢𝘮𝘰𝘳", he strolled towards her with long steps "And the sweet little angel couldn't keep her eyes off the devil", she titled her head sideways when he grabbed her neck harshly yet carefully not to hurt her but "You are fucking impetuous and daring, a little too bold and way too fucking fearless. You are my sickening Temptation, in my veins like a pretty poison", he didn't even waited for her to reply shutting her off by smashing his lips on hers devouring her like a secret or a sin. He had this look in his eyes how he owns her how she belongs to him. But for her he can he can kill and get killed would burn down the world for her but not let a single flame touch her. She hold the power to make the Lord of Darkness kneel before her. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲--- 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. || Mature and Triggering content || Read at your own discretion.

#𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ Have you ever wanted something so destructive that it feels like your insides are burning with hatred? Yet, ironically, you long to fall apart and be shattered by this destruction. But is it really destruction, or the beginning of something inevitable? Something specially designed to be a your ruin. He broke me, shattered my soul, and then just sat by, letting me ruin him. He was satisfied, and so was I. We healed, only to break again. We understood it, we are meant to be each other's, an obsession. I am his obsession and so is he mine. We are together until we will be buried dead inside the heaven of sins.

Ahana and Manvika met in New York and became soul sisters. Ahana, an orphan, never experienced a parent's love, while Manvika had a family that never cared for her. Despite their painful pasts, they became each other's strength. But a horrific accident changed their lives forever. The tragedy left Ahana needing facial reconstruction surgery-giving her an identical face to Manvika. Now, Ahana lives as Manvika, hiding her true identity. Meanwhile, the real Manvika was left paralyzed, losing half of herself, including her voice, as her vocal cords were damaged beyond repair. Ahana concealed the truth, while Manvika, drowning in self-hatred, wished for death. But can love find its way back to them? Will they ever get the justice they deserve?

~I am not done with you wifey. Not yet.~ Lies. Lies. Lies. And a little more lies. And what did I get in return? ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Her ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ The one and only girl I craved. Whose mere presence would drive me insane. But shhh!! She doesn't need to know any of my lies. She doesn't need to know who I actually am. Nothing. She is my wife now. Stuck. Forever. Concealed with my Obsession. (Short story)