OFFICIAL WATTPAD ENGLISH TRANSLATION Sucker for adventures, Zein and her friends try to find Hell University to satisfy their curiosity... Little did they know that once they enter that place, there is no turning back. *** Tight-bonded and adventurous, Zein Shion and her friends embark on a journey to find the elusive Hell University. Despite the doubts forming in her mind, she joins the search and enters what seems to be an abandoned school. However, things take a turn when they discover that there's no way out of that place. Forced to survive in an environment where anyone can be killed at any point, Zein is pushed to make a choice. Will she choose to uncover the mysteries of Hell University and put the monstrosities to a stop? Or will she play it safe and try to keep her and her friends alive? *** Weekly updates on Fridays.

Nuisance is her middle name Perfection is his When I first saw him I was blown away with his baby blue eyes. The second time I wanted to know more about him. But the third time, I knew he was a trouble in my paradise. I never felt attracted towards someone in this short span of time and that too without knowing a single thing about them. But this Man, right here is making my irrational side active. The problem is I can't have any sort of equation with him even if I want to. He is a forbidden fruit which I want to taste. The urge is so bad I can't tell you. But is it worth it? Is he worth it? Dive into my story to know what will happen. Cause honestly even I don't know what's there for me on the plate.

(formerly known as seraphic) 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘐𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘪𝘵? To get his family off his back, Zayn Arzhel, born with a silver spoon cloaked with diamonds, dominance, danger and a hint of violence all wrapped up beautifully in a ribbon of magnetism, agrees to marry the girl his grandfather handpicked. Where Azara Sheikh, a walking seduction and every man's living dream with long dark hair and devilish brown eyes, a girl who's had the world dancing on her little finger tips ever since she was born, agrees to marry for the sake of her only parent's happiness. It's an arrange marriage between two of the most powerful and wealthiest families in both India and England. But is that all? Just an arrange marriage? When secrets bleed into silk sheets, and past scars resurface behind perfect smiles in their world of red carpets and gold trophies, Is it still just a marriage? Or is it the beginning of war? Book #1 in the "Thorns of Patrimony" series - a Desi dark romance full of power, pain, and love that hurts too good to leave. ---

✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯ She walks like royalty. He moves like a storm. She commands courtrooms with fire. He rules boardrooms in silence. She hides pain behind sharp words. He buries his behind calm eyes. She trusts no one. He lets no one close. She is rage wrapped in grace. He is restraint edged with danger. She used to laugh. He used to be the reason. . . . . RITIKA SINGH RATHORE Born into Rajasthan's most powerful royal family, Ritika is the pampered princess. But she is a Queen of her own world by strength and sheer will. A fierce lawyer feared in courtrooms, her silence is sharper than most screams. But behind that cold brilliance is a past steeped in blood and betrayal. She used to be the third-in-command of the Indian underworld, but now she doesn't even look at that direction. ADWAIT SINGHANIA A self-made billionaire forged by pain, Adwait rose from the ashes of a brutal past. He thinks like a strategist, moves like a soldier and trusts no one with his heart. He is only cheerful around his family and for others, he is nothing more than a silent storm. Once the second-in-command of India's deadliest crime syndicate, he has now cut ties with the crime world. Reason? No one knows. They were once each other's biggest supporter and secret keeper. Until one night shattered it all. Yet, years later, fate throws them together again. Not as friends. Not as enemies. But as two people bound by a past that refuses to die. Because the past isn't done with them yet. Enemies are watching. Alliances are shifting. And every heartbeat draws them deeper into a war they thought they had left behind. This isn't just a second chance. It's a collision course. This is not a love story, not yet. This is a battlefield and their hearts are the most dangerous weapons of all. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫

" karthik please meri bat suno yar.... " chup ho jao Ridhima....I beg you please be silent " my eyes turned disbelief and it hurts the man who used to listen to me with his whole heart now begging me to not utter a word. I didn't say anything, because I knew nothing would change. Before I realized, we were already at my parents' house. Stopping the car, he got out, came to my side, and opened the door. "Karthik, please... ek baar. Just once, hear me out," I pleaded, but his expression didn't change. Suddenly, he lifted me out of the car. "Andar jao, Ridhima. Aur us ghar mein kabhi pair mat rakhna." He put me down making me shake my head as my voice stopped for the word I was going to speak. Saying this, he left. "Is this the end?" I asked myself in disbelief as my vision blurred from the unstoppable tears. RIDHIMA ARORA Ridhima Arora, 23, was a bubbly and outspoken girl who still lived with her parents like a little kid, always brightening everyone's mood with her cheesy talk. After completing her MSc, her parents convinced her to marry. At first, she refused-but the moment she saw him, she blurted out, "Hayee, shaadi toh main isi se hi karungi... pura Theo James ki copy hai!" Her excitement, however, shattered the moment she stepped into his house, where she discovered everyone was secretly plotting against him. KARTHIK OBEROI A 28 year old a successful CA, was born into luxury and endless love-until the day tragedy struck and he lost both his parents. Forced to live with his uncle and aunt, he grew up surrounded by masked affection, never realizing they were plotting to strip him of his inheritance under the lie of debts. Yet, in the midst of betrayal and loss, he found Ridhima. As his wife, she became not just his partner but his true home-loving him with warmth and fighting for him with the fierce devotion of the family he had lost. Limit khatam hogai discription ki ~ Thank you 💋

Maybe sometimes love needs a second chance because it was not ready for the first time 🥀... Ekansh Malohtra a youngest buisness tycoon (28).. A man who is as strong as iron but her weakness is her daughter... Ruhi malohtra a 2 year girl wrap her around her fingers .In malohtra family there is something missing that is A female ... ekansh mother left her father... ekansh wife died while giving birth to Ruhi .. making his heart block for all emotions.... he has his father,his younger brother and her daughter. but his family wanted him to get married ... for the sake of her daughter he decided to marry her friend but what will happen when she will leave the mandap before marriage?? Ruhanika Sharma belongs to elite family... A strong, rebellious girl , sharp tongue... studying law (23years ) ... though she has a joint family but only person who cares for her is grandfather.... and she loves him a lot... Won't tell you much about story you have to read it and find yourself Tropes * grumpy ×sunshine * Single father *Second chance * Rom com ... Well if you have read my prior novels you must know my fictions are roller coaster so you will find every feelings. I hope you will have a good time reading this and you better vote and comment 🔪🙂

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.

It all started with a tea post. Fun, quirky, and a little too clever for its own good. The anonymous page, simply titled "Spill the manuscript ," had a habit of dishing out scandalous truths about popular authors. At first, it was petty gossip-about a ghostwriter, who was faking book signings, who plagiarized fanfiction. The book community laughed, gossiped, and watched the follower count climb for the tea page. Until the first body was found. Three days after the page posted a scathing exposé on bestselling romance author , her body turned up in the nearby forest with her latest book on her chest . At first, it seemed like a sick coincidence. Then came another thriller writer accused by the page of manipulating his way onto the bestseller list. Three days later, he was found dead in his library with his latest book on his chest. By the time the third author died, the pattern was undeniable. A new post. Three days. A body. The book community panicked. Interviews were canceled. Signings were suspended. And still, "Spill the manuscript" kept posting. Fun. Quirky. Deadly. Each murder mirrored something mentioned in the post. Each post hinted at secrets no one should've known. And each victim was killed in a way that symbolized their work. The killer wasn't just spilling tea. They were scripting death. And with every sip, the countdown began again...

Ayah X Aaron "𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐝𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞, 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐡," I pleaded, my voice hoarse from lack of sleep. My eyes burned, the result of two days without rest. "𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞." She stared at the floor blankly, avoiding my gaze. The room swirled around us, a dizzying mix of emotions too thick to breathe through. I rubbed my temples, trying to ease the pounding headache that had taken up residence in my skull. "Please, Mr. Russo, sign the divorce," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the thudding of my heart. "Again, Mr. Russo?" I echoed, incredulous. What had happened to her? Why was she behaving like this? I rose from the couch, my legs shaky, and knelt in front of her. My knees hit the cold marble floor with a resounding thud. "Stop doing this to me. I can't live without you, please." I pleaded, not the ruthless mafia boss my enemies feared, but a man desperate to save his marriage. If my enemies saw me now, they would think the mighty Russell was dead, replaced by this broken shell of a man. Ayah shook her head, a lone tear escaping her eye and tracing a path down her cheek. It felt like a knife digging into my heart, each drop of her sorrow piercing me deeper. "Can't you understand? I don't want to live like this anymore," she yelled, her voice cracking under the weight of her anguish. I nodded, defeated. "Okay, I'm letting you go." With trembling hands, I signed the papers, each stroke of the pen feeling like a betrayal. Ayah took them, her fingers brushing mine for the last time, and walked out of the mansion. She left me alone in the vast hall, her figure fading into the distance as she climbed into the car and drove away. Gone. Everything was gone. My childhood sweetheart had left me. But she would be back. Soon. I would make it happen. © all rights reserved by Ayelet