"𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?" She screamed, shaking in her bridal attire, while aiming the gun at him. But he didn't answer, he just stepped closer until he was facing her. "𝐇𝐮𝐦𝐧𝐞 𝐩𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐮𝐦" she repeated, this time louder "And how dare you bring me here?" His gaze didn't waver, spitting out nothing more than a half-answer "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi" Her breath hitched. "Did you hear me?" his voice dropped, cold and precise. "Tumhare baap ki barbaadi hoon main" For a second, everything felt still but suddenly he reached for the gun and before she could react, he grabbed front of the gun...and pressed it against his own head. Her eyes widened. "What ar..are you doing-" "Go on" he cut her off, staring straight into her eyes. "Chalao goli" ------------------------------------------------------ "Why do you look at me like that?" she whispered, fingers trembling in her lap. He didn't blink. "Like what?" "Like I belong to you" He stepped closer, his voice low...steady..almost gentle. "You do" "I'm not something you can own." "I know." His thumb brushed her cheek, slow enough to make her shiver. "and that's what makes it interesting..is not it? because loving you normally was never an option for someone like me." [𝘾𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨, where this 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙩𝙨 𝙜𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙨, 𝒘𝒓𝒂𝒑𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝙧𝒚 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊𝙤𝒏𝒂𝙡 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝙣𝒔𝙞𝒕𝙮, leaving you shaken, breathless...and caught in a connection where one heart had already surrendered, while the other only knew how to fight it, until even denial started to feel dangerously fragile]

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Villainess's Vengeance ~ A Rebirth Story previously known as Left at the Altar ~ Rebirth of the Villainess. *** "Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

This is the story of Riyanshi, who finds herself reborn into her own body, waking up several years in the past. In her previous life, no one stood by her. Every member of her family chose to believe Meira-the daughter of her father Alok Rai Singhania's close friend. Meira, a wolf in sheep's clothing, manipulated everyone until Riyanshi was left with nothing but betrayal and despair. Now, with the shadows of her past life haunting her, will Riyanshi be able to shield herself from Meira's toxic schemes? Can she reclaim her place and make her family pay for every tear she shed? The game has changed, and this time, Riyanshi knows all the moves.

Vaishnavi didn't leave Dev to escape him. She left because staying was killing her slower. Separation was supposed to be peace. It became war. Quiet. Invisible. Inevitable. Inside the Rathore mansion, she isn't a princess anymore. Not a daughter. It's not a mistake that can be corrected. She's a trigger. A walking fault line. Every corridor whispers her past. Every shadow feels like it's watching her bleed in silence. She lives in a house that once worshipped her name and now pretends she never existed. And far away-yet dangerously close-Dev feels it. The distance doesn't soften him. It sharpens him. The man who once restrained himself for her is losing his patience with mercy. His aura coils are dark and controlled, burning beneath the surface like magma waiting for a fracture. Every lie the Rathores swallowed. Every truth, Vaishnavi stitched into her silence. Every wound she never named. He feels them all. Because she is no longer shielded by his shadow. And he is no longer protecting the world from himself. This isn't heartbreak. It's a fuse. Because Dev without Vaishnavi is not calmer. He is deadlier. And Vaishnavi without Dev is not safer. She is unguarded. Secrets don't stay buried when two empires breathe the same air. Blood remembers. Trauma leaks. Truth claws its way out. Every step Vaishnavi takes inside that house rewrites the past. Every breath Dev takes outside, it promises destruction. They are still bound. Not by proximity. Not by vows. Not by words. But by a bond, violent enough to burn kingdoms once it snaps back into place. And when they collide again- It won't be emotional. It won't be gentle. It won't be merciful. It will be a reckoning. Because what's coming next isn't love. It's inevitable. 🔥

𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 - 𝔄 𝔖𝔭𝔦𝔫-𝔬𝔣𝔣 𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒 ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ Krish Rathore, the college golden boy, always got what he wanted. Fame, a glittering cricket career... and Riya Mehra. But Riya was different. Fierce, guarded, and terrified of love. She hated him when they first met. Yet despite herself, she came to see him as the light at the end of her tunnel. They once had everything: love, passion, and a future that burned bright. Until fate tore them apart and left nothing but ashes behind. Seven years later, Krish is a national cricket superstar, adored by fans and haunted by scandals but missing the one thing he truly desires. Then Riya walks back into his life with a tiny little surprise. But this isn't a sweet reunion. This time, they hate each other. This time, the wounds run deeper... and the fire burns hotter. And yet, beneath the anger and the bitterness, the spark refuses to die. One look. One touch. One scandal. And everything they buried threatens to explode. Bound by a marriage of convenience, can two people who burn each other alive find a way to love again? Or will the past consume them before their love can ignite once more? ═════ ✥.❖.✥ ═════ 𝐶𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒𝑡𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑖𝑛 𝐸𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠ℎ 🎀 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜 🔞⚠️ This book contains mature content intended for readers aged 18 and above. Reader discretion is advised.

~ 𝑨 𝑪𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒄𝒐𝒎 ⋆. 𐙚 ˚⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ 𝐕𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐤𝐚 ♡ 𝐀𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 Vedika is a quiet, introverted girl who believes being alone is safe, not unloved-soft, unseen, and untouched by the world's noise. But brave enough to stand against wrong. Ahaan Singh Rathore is her opposite in every way-lively, extroverted, a football player, the most famous and handsome guy in college. He is the kind of man who loves and hates with his whole heart; there is no in-between. And when they meet they clash: He wanted her to surrender, yet she had never learned how. Their tangled family ties bind them together in ways neither can escape, even when they wish they could. And something happens that brutally changes their life no one expected. What happened that their lives are totally changed ? What are those family relations that they couldn't solve. Will their rivalry melt into something softer, sweeter, and full of surprising turns? Let's step into the story.❤️

In one brutal motion, he split her partition with vermilion. A chain followed. Binding her with him He leaned in and hissed. "Welcome to my hell, Mrs. Rawal." She smiled. Leaning closer, her voice dropped to the same edge. "Your hell just met its goddess." And in that moment It didn't feel like a marriage. It felt like two disasters... choosing each other. --- This book contain mature content and language Like assault , sexual proximity, violence etc.

☘︎ 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑪𝑶𝑴 "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒌 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊-𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔" 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑾𝑨𝑳 , all she ever wanted was a place to call her own. As the eldest daughter of a loud, loving joint family in Dehradun, she's spent her life putting others first-until one day, this girl who was sunrise in human form-glowing with old Bollywood songs, her jhumkas chiming like temple bells, and her chai always had that extra spoon of sugar to match the drama in her day, dares to put herself first and buys a cozy little house in Delhi. Her dream home. A space without constant knocks on the door, unsolicited advice, or shared cupboards. Except-plot twist-it's already been sold. To 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑽 𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑱𝑨 . The overly logical, emotionally constipated NRI from New York, the one who cursed mornings but still showed up-clutching a cup of black coffee with zero sugar as bitter as his overactive mind, noise-cancelling headphones on and wearing sarcasm like cologne, has returned not for a vacation-but for a memory, to buy back the house where he grew up, the house that once belonged to his parents, divorced parents. For him, it's not just property-it's a piece of his childhood. Now what ? Both have legal papers. Both want the house And neither is willing to leave. So what do they do? Exactly what any two stubborn people would do- They stay . Together . Become accidental housemates 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 the Mr.Fraud seller is found. And then? let's just say-𝑩𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊 , 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆- Because sometimes the wrong house can yo