In a world where justice and darkness walk the same streets, Atharva Yadhuvanshi is the man people trust to hunt monsters. A fearless CBI officer, known for his ruthless investigations and unbreakable moral code, he has spent years chasing criminals who believe they can escape the law. But the most dangerous criminal he will ever hunt... is the woman he cannot stop being drawn to. Akanksha Roy Singhania looks like perfection - graceful, intelligent, and untouchably elegant. To the world, she is calm and composed. But inside her mind lives another shadow. A darker persona. A silent predator. Haunted by Dissociative Identity Disorder, Akanksha lives with a fractured identity - one that hides a ruthless killer who leaves behind bodies and unanswered questions. When Atharva begins investigating a string of brutal murders, every clue leads him closer to a truth he isn't ready to face. Because the woman he is falling for... might also be the monster he is hunting. In a story filled with psychological twists, dark secrets, obsession, and forbidden love, the line between hunter and prey begins to blur. And when love collides with madness... Who will survive the truth?

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬.

THE PSYCHOLOGY OF HATE Ishvika Roy has two problems. The first is that she has a habit of turning every peaceful situation into complete chaos. The second? Samay Rawat. He is quiet, strict, annoyingly handsome, and absolutely impossible to read. Unfortunately for Ishvika, he isn't just the man she keeps accidentally bumping into, arguing with, and embarrassing herself in front of. He's her professor. And as if that wasn't bad enough, fate has decided to make things even worse- They become accidental flatmates. Now, the man who barely tolerates her existence has to see her every single day, outside the classroom, without the safety of professional boundaries to hide behind. She talks too much. He hates unnecessary conversations. She thrives on chaos. He worships silence. She loves getting on his nerves. He has the patience of a saint-until she pushes the wrong button. They call it hate. But when living under the same roof starts blurring the lines between irritation and attraction, one question remains- How long can they keep pretending it's nothing but hate? Because sometimes, the strongest emotions don't begin with love. Sometimes, they begin with the person you can't stand.

"𝐓𝐨𝐡 𝐣𝐚𝐛 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐨𝐠𝐞 𝐧𝐚 𝐭𝐨𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐢 𝐳𝐞𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐤𝐢 𝐪𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐚." . "𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐞𝐡𝐥𝐢 𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐚𝐩 𝐪𝐚𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐡𝐨𝐝𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧." 𓆩♡𓆪 She has spent years carrying a hatred that was never entirely hers. Her family taught her who to blame, and she never questioned it-until the man at the centre of it all became the one person she couldn't stop thinking about. He was everything she had been warned against. A criminal. A dangerous man. Her brother's sworn enemy. And, unfortunately, her first crush. She enters his life with secrets of her own, determined to uncover the truth and settle an old score. But he has never been easy to deceive. He knows she's hiding something. He simply chooses to let her continue. What begins with a grudge slowly becomes something neither of them can control, while the truth about their families threatens to destroy whatever they have left. Because sometimes revenge doesn't end with destroying your enemy. 𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙨, 𝙞𝙩 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙖𝙣𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢. 𓆩♡𓆪

જ⁀➴ 𝓔 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ~ "I asked you something, Why did you do that for me?" she said, fastening her seatbelt. He stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. "Because I hate you," He said finally. Her head snapped toward him. "And damn it... you hate me too. Maybe the most." He let out a short breath. "And I want that hate all for myself." ~ "But you hated me." She said, while shivering in his arms. "I'm re-considering my life decisions at this point." He whispered before pulling her into a kiss.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏'𝒕 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒆-𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓'𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. "Vaani, we're getting married next week and that's not a proposal. It's a statement and you better accept it." Anger rushed to me. How dare he? He really thinks that he can walk into my life and ask for marriage? Oh no he is not even asking. "And you just decided that, Kabir? You didn't even ask me once before deciding." I said and pushed him away, he smiled sarcastically. "Look who is talking. Did you? Vaani kapoor? Did you ask me for once? Before abandoning the guy who trusted you with everything because something happened between us that wasn't supposed to happen? Did you ask before ghosting me for weeks? Did you ask before deciding that you will raise our child alone?" he said and the words caught on my throat. I know I am wrong. But getting married to him would make it more complicated for all of us. "Yes, I accept I did all that but who are you to decide that I will marry you?" I asked and he just inhaled then walked to the bench and picked up my bag. "I am..." he looked at me again. "The father of your child."

Can You Hear My Heart? Drishtika Raghuvanshi was the true heiress of India's most influential family. But she never lived like one. Swapped at birth by a greedy maid, she spent sixteen years in an orphanage while the maid's daughter, Aradhya, stole her identity and lived as the beloved Raghuvanshi princess. When the truth was finally revealed, Drishtika believed she had finally found her family. Instead... She found betrayal. Manipulated by Aradhya, her own parents and brothers misunderstood her, distrusted her, and blamed her for everything. Broken and alone, Drishtika died with only one regret-she had spent her entire life longing for a family that never truly accepted her. But fate had other plans. She opens her eyes once again... On the very day her biological parents arrive at the orphanage to take her home. This time, she vows to expect nothing from them. No love. No trust. No affection. She'll simply live for herself. However, something impossible happens. Can love rewrite destiny? Can trust be rebuilt before history repeats itself? Or will the shadows of the past destroy her second chance? A heartwarming rebirth story filled with family love, emotional healing, laughter, hidden identities, and sweet sibling chaos.

[COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTCK] 𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐡... 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little storm- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 18+ content. Mature language!

𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆, 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑨 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒔, 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒎𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕- 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓. 𝑰𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... 𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒖𝒍 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏? Dark thriller romance || mature themes

𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐀 𝐱 𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐓 ~•~★~•~ "I.. can't live without you... that's why I ended myself." He whispered "We'll meet again, in a new life." She said wipping his tears from his cheeks with her palm. "In a new life, with a another face, another name, another...sunset." She added, her voice calm yet trembling. "I love you, Aditi." He confessed, a lone tear escaped from his eyes. "I do love you too, Rihaan. But it's..... fading." She confessed and it broke him. He leaned to kiss her one last time. The window doors banged against the frame. The loud sound broke the dream and Praya woke up with a jolt. This isn't the first time she had this dream. She sit up addruptly, the midnight air is cool, chilling. Yet her forehead, neck, chest is sweated. The winter season didn't effect. Her eyes wide, looking straight but at what? Nothing. She panted. This feels dream while watching but turns into a nightmare when she wakes up. What it is? ~•~★~•~