Surkh: crimson; the color of roses, of blood, and of wars fought long after their beginnings have been forgotten. For generations, the Sherazis and the Naqvis have stood on opposite sides of a feud so old that no one remembers where it began, only that it has survived long enough to become a legacy of its own. Inherited like a birthright and carried like a burden, the rivalry has shaped their very being. At the center of it stand Sikander Sherazi and Faris Naqvi. Bound by years of hostility, clashing ambitions, and a history neither man is willing to forgive, they are everything the other was raised to hate. As old tensions escalate and the fragile peace between their families begins to fracture, both men find themselves moving steadily toward a war that has been decades in the making. Because some rivalries are not measured in victories or defeats. They are measured in blood. And in the end, the only thing more dangerous than Sikander Sherazi's hatred for Faris Naqvi is... his inability to stay away from Faris Naqvi's wife.

This is the continuation of the story that began with Prithvi.. (volume 1) - http://www.wattpad.com/story/5433945-prithvi-vol-1 Note posted on 5 October 2022 'Prithvi' is an ongoing story. It was in 2008 that the story began to flow through me. I continue to be as passionate about it as I was back then. However, I do not know how long it would take to be completed. I do not know how many more volumes or chapters will be required. I update chapters only once a month, and even that doesn't happen at times. But if you would still like to experience this story, please go ahead and give it a try. I hope you enjoy it reading 'Prithvi' as much as I enjoy writing it.

This is the continuation of the story that began with Prithvi.. (volume 1) - http://www.wattpad.com/story/5433945-prithvi-vol-1 Note posted on 5 October 2022 'Prithvi' is an ongoing story. It was in 2008 that the story began to flow through me. I continue to be as passionate about it as I was back then. However, I do not know how long it would take to be completed. I do not know how many more volumes or chapters will be required. I update chapters only once a month, and even that doesn't happen at times. But if you would still like to experience this story, please go ahead and give it a try. I hope you enjoy reading 'Prithvi' as much as I enjoy writing it.

Seventh Volume! Finally! Yay! :D

| 'Time' Series | | Time#1 : Book One of The 'Secrets Duology' | *** The workings of her brain were a mystery to her own pneuma. That's what Hinduja Rao always thought. But, quite similar to her thoughts about her own self, was someone else around her. Her newly wedded husband, the sovereign of the Dogra Empire, Mahadevan Dogra. A man who possessed the might to guard even shadows. To the people who knew, theirs was a simple marriage. But was it really? Together, they stand in the murky twilight, enshrouded by a dense layer of fog, with their toddler securely tucked within their protective hold. But, once the fog sheds, they must hunt for a coin, a coin of two sides, embossing realities that are enough to destroy everything they have steadily built around themselves. The twist? Mahadevan knows what his side of the coin has to say, Hinduja doesn't. Moreover, is everything exactly as it appears to be? Or, all along, what awaits at the end is, in fact, an illusion indeed. *** Note - With all intents and purposes, Secrets Hidden In Time is a slow-burn e-novel in terms of romance, mystery, and the psychological thriller quotient of it. Kindly be patient.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

She is the country's most fearless CBI officer. She is cold, disciplined, brilliant... and proudly misandrist. She is absolutely convinced that trusting a man is the biggest mistake a woman can make. He's the nation's most adored and dangerous politician, wrapped in charm, buried in power, and hiding secrets deep enough to drown a country. She's been assigned one mission to bring him down, expose him and break him. She will cross lines, and set the whole world on fire if that is what it takes to prove what he truly is. But the deeper she walks into his world, the more twisted the truth becomes, and it will not be clear for a very long time who is actually controlling the game or who the real mastermind is. But every moment they stand against each other feels unbearably close to burning together. She is built to uphold the law and he was born to defy it. If either of them slips, it will not be love. It will be the most beautiful kind of destruction... and neither of them will escape untouched. |Book 2 of Brutally Yours | Can be read as stand alone|

A love story that neither of them planned... but one destiny had already written. He was a man who never bowed before anyone... ...until one day, he willingly laid his pride at her feet. She was a girl who had spent years fighting battles no one could see... ...until his quiet presence became the safest place she'd ever known. Two strangers. Two different worlds. Completely opposite paths. Yet somehow... Destined to become each other's greatest strength... ...and the hardest test of each other's lives. When love is forced to choose between dreams, duty, distance, and destiny... ...what survives? Love? Dreams? Or the people who dare to hold on to both? Because sometimes, destiny doesn't bring two people together to make life easier... It brings them together to change who they become. He belonged to the sky. She was still searching for where she belonged. Neither of them knew... that some journeys aren't walked alone, no matter how long they resist them. Now turn the page and witness the moment two completely different worlds collide.

He couldn't give her his time, his honesty, or his loyalty but he couldn't bear the thought of another man having her. ( It's a short story, so I'll post 1-2 chapters every day )

Somewhere between grief and hope, there was Rosè