"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse." ------- .˚₊✧₊˚. -------- **This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating** She broke him in the worst way possible, betrayed him when he least expected it. She shattered his heart and left him at his worst. What will happen when they cross their paths again, but this time when he is at the top and wants his revenge? Amaira Mehra, a sunshine girl who gives the world a middle finger. She is considered as the one with a sense of humour but is it actually her real personality or is she just playing the role of a carefree girl? Abhimaan Raghuvanshi, An asshole to say the best. The broken Billionaire whose heart and mind are fucked up. He left the country to be away from her, to wrench her away from his life but what if his heart is not understanding that? What will happen when He decides to take his revenge? - "I will break her before moulding her back into being my perfect girl." - "Get. The. Fuck. Out, Abhimaan. I don't want you here."

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. Love is blind, so does guilt. Devotion is a virtue, but in the wrong eyes, it turns into blindness. Love is not always gentle-it can be cruel, consuming, and relentless. When fate binds two souls in an unholy vow, the line between worship and possession fades. And in the end, devotion is either a blessing or a curse.

This isn't your typical revenge story. Here, Ekansh isn't interested in seeking his revenge from Faria. He's just a broken soul, the man belonging to middle class with a nine to five job who's well aware that even if it's about justice, he can't compete with the ones who belong to the top section of the society. While, Faria was born into that top section of the society with all the riches and comfort. She's kind and pretty, something that Ekansh never expected from her. Two different people under one roof. What exactly can go wrong? Everything. Because love knows no bound.

We've often read about men and their grovelling but now it's Maliah who's going to grovel till the very end to save the man she destroyed.

" Anshi...... " Rudra stepped close, as I took a step back. "I think..." I took a shaky breath, "I think it's time to make everything right... by ending it all." I stepped back, tightening my grip on the revolver. Rudra's eyes widened. "What are you doing, love? Put the gun down. Just let me talk-" "No!" I whispered. My lips trembled. "I hate you," I said, looking straight into Rudra's eyes. " You're also like others." "No... don't say that. Please... don't." He dropped to his knees in front of me. " I'm sorry for everything, please put the gun down." He begged. My finger tightened on the trigger. My lips curved into something between a smirk and a sob. It's too late rudra. " But this is what you want? Don't you? Yeh hi to chahta tha na tum, Rudraksh Agnihotri?" My voice cracked. "Main mar gye... toh tumhara badla pura ho jaayega?" ( this is what you wanted, right? That I die. And your revenge is fulfilled?) "No... No! I never wanted this!" his voice cracked. "I love you. I love you so much. I've never begged anyone in my life, but I'm begging you now... please, don't do this. Please." Seeing him, I remembered the time when I begged in front of him, to not push me away. And now he is standing at my place. "I'm ready to fall at your feet, rub my nose there if that's what it takes - but don't, don't pull the trigger." I stood frozen. "You know I love you. I love you so damn much that if you pull that trigger... I swear, I'll shoot myself the next second."

"Let me get this straight," Danish's voice is sharp, his disbelief barely masked. "You want me to pretend to be in love with you?" Kiara tilts her head, the ghost of a smirk playing on her lips. "No, Malhotra. I want you to pretend you never stopped." For as long as Kiara Oberoi could remember, life had been a race she was never allowed to lose. And standing in her way at every turn? Danish Malhotra. Her biggest rival. Her greatest weakness. The boy who knew exactly how to ruin her. They spent their years locked in battle-academic rankings, debate championships, internships, and scholarships-neither willing to give the other an inch. They fought in front of the whole world. They fought when no one was watching. And somewhere in between all those fights, between the sharp words and long stares- they fell. It started with a project that forced them together. Forced them to see past the rivalry, past the competition, past the carefully built walls. Forced them to face the fact that they understood each other in ways no one else ever had. They fought for years-until one night, she gave him everything. And the next day? She destroyed him. "I could never love someone who doesn't even know his own origins." And then, she left. No warnings. No explanations. Just silence. Now, she's back. Same fire. Same hunger. Same boy she left behind-only now, he's colder, crueler, untouchable. And this time, they aren't just academic rivals. They're business enemies. And she needs him to fake date her. She isn't leaving without him this time. She says it's to win a war. He knows it's to win him back. But some fires never die- And this time, they might burn for real.

𝐘𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐗 𝐃𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐢 She doesn't speak. Not because she can't, but because the world never deserved her voice. He's a storm in human skin - arrogant, loud, dangerously charming. A player in every sense. But when he meets her - the girl who looks like silence and feels like art - his games start to lose meaning. She's his calm. He's her chaos. And yet, they collide like they were written in the stars. But love isn't simple when secrets are louder than words... And silence? Sometimes it hides the darkest truth. In a world full of noise, their story begins with the quietest heartbeat.

Deception, betrayal and secrets but when the truth peels out of the compromise, will she still think of him as the tortured hero of her story? Or as the tortured villain who shattered her heart?