Secret: The most fatal weapon of the mankind. But careful, for it depends on whether you're capable of wielding it. Taranya Chauhan never was. She wasn't ready for the world awaiting her, neither for the secrets it held. But when she was shoved headfirst in it, she knew she had to swim up to not drown. Now it's a matter of time before she finds out who's pulling her underwater and who's helping her on the surface. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse and child molestation.

A story of pain, purpose, and finding your person - even when you're lost. "How does it feel to be ignored by your own parents?" To stand alone on stage, receiving an award - while your parents don't even glance your way? Meet Ishika Rathore. A girl who craved nothing but love. Who did everything to earn her parents' attention - only to be met with silence. Until one day, a tragedy broke her completely. And the soft-spoken girl turned into someone cold, distant... and unrecognizable. Years later - on the prestigious training ground of LBSNAA - she sat on a bench under a dim light, her eyes swollen, her cheeks streaked with tears, her body trembling. She thought she was invisible again. Then, a boy knelt beside her. Calm. Warm. He gently placed a water bottle in her hand and whispered with a smile - "Take it. Cry your heart out. Then drink it. Because if you get dehydrated, how will we win that gold medal here?" And they both burst into laughter. That moment didn't erase her pain - But it reminded her she wasn't alone. Because this story isn't just about becoming an IAS officer. It's about broken hearts, silent battles, second chances - And two souls learning to heal... together.

𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 (𝐀 𝐁𝐄𝐓) ★ 𝙃𝙖𝙮𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙠𝙞 𝙨𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣 𝙋𝙖𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙡𝙞𝙮𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙯𝙖𝙖𝙧𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞𝙣... Her abusive husband lost his wife in a bet, betrayed her. ______ Adrik x Aushka ♡ There is something in her ankles, thin sliver chains which makes a very melodious sound whenever she walks, whenever she moves her legs, That sound is music to my ears, I forgot every weight of my shoulder whenever I hear that ♡ [He doesn't know it's paayal (anklets)] Tropes: 1. Only daughter x Eldest son 2. On his knees for her. 3. Slowburn.. Wait! Please note: MMC IS FEMINIST!!! This book contains misogynist, sexist and feminist men.

Serene Chords of Harmonies isn't just a book. It's a collection of one-shots that hit your heart like your favorite melody, soft yet unforgettable, serene yet intoxicating. Every story is a secret, every page a whisper, and every word a chord that will linger in your soul long after you've read it. Love, longing, heartbreak, and hope-each day brings a new note, a new story, a new moment you won't want to miss. So press play, turn the page, and let yourself get lost in the music of words. Because some stories... aren't meant to be just read. They're meant to be felt. 🌷🫠

Feel. Think. Write. Aur phir... repeat🙌🏻💗

"𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬." Aakshat and Mira Her pagal admi, his rani sahiba "Kismat walon ko bhi kismat se milti hain aap, aur hum aapko bhool jayenge?" तुम्हारे थे, तुम्हारे है, तुम्हारे ही रहेंगे हम। Raghav and Saumya Her monster, his butterfly "Woh mera woh nasha hai jo kabhi nahi utar sakta." के होना जाए प्यार तुमसे मुझे, कर देगा बर्बाद इश्क मुझे। Ivor and Shritika Her oldie, his printessa "Love. That word felt meaningless until I fell for her." कैसे बताऊँ जज़्बात ये मेरे? मैंने खुद से भी ज्यादा तुझे चाहा है।

"Woh saamne chalti rahi, aur woh door se hi uski hifazat karta raha. Ishq tha ya junoon- yeh faisla waqt karega." Her healer...... Shaurya Sharma storm masquerading as a man. At 25, he is her brother's best friend, a rising mafia heir, and the silent shadow who has been obsessively watching Aza Maheswari since she was sixteen. His love is not gentle; it's a possession carved from years of stolen glances and brutal self-control. He knows every detail of her life, and now, he's done just watching. His Buttercup Aza Maheswari the innocent soul raised in her brother's protective shadow. She yearns for a love that sees her simplicity, not just her guarded life. Unaware that the man she's known for years has been cataloguing her every smile, she is about to become the center of a dangerous obsession she never saw coming. He fell first. She was taught to hate him. But in a world of violence and forbidden desire, they are both about to fall harder than either of them ever imagined. This is not a love story. It's a possession.

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 "𝐑𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐭𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢 𝐋𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧" 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 "𝑯𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒏 𝒌𝒂 𝒕𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒏𝒂, 𝑰𝒔𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆-𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒉𝒊 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂." Fate played its card when two strangers crossed paths in a ceremony unknowingly, getting pulled towards each other... only to drift apart. Just when they thought it was a cruel end to their story even before its beginning... fate played its cards again. The scene repeated, but this time, the characters had changed, so had the emotions and their bonds. 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐆𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐤𝐚, who once played the role of a bridge in his brother and best friend's story, now stands at a divergent crossroad of decisions. A man who held two broken hearts together until they found love in each other is now left conflicted, with his own heart in pieces. Kuch rishte sambhal kar bhi nahi sambhal paate... Aur kuch apne aap waqt ke saath mazboot ho jaate hain. Aisa hi hai humara rishta, jo waqt ke saath mazboot hota gaya, Aur hum iss rishte ke rang mein ghulte gaye. 𝑷𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒖𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒍 𝒑𝒂𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒏𝒈𝒊? Will the two strangers fall apart, or will fate keep them together forever? ~ Fake Dating ~ Forbidden Love ~ Ghar ka chota beta x Ghar ki eklauti beti ~ Family drama ~ Slow burn ~ Rom-Com

''BOOK 2 OF SHADOWS OF MARRIAGE" After enduring two years of an abusive marriage, Tanvi Singhania finds the strength to break free from the toxic cycle. Her ex-husband's betrayal, having cheated on her multiple times, leaves her shattered and wary of love's promises. Despite a year of therapy, Tanvi struggles to trust again, her heart scarred by past trauma. However, fate intervenes when her family arranges her marriage to Arav Jai Raghuvanshi, a man who has secretly been love with Tanvi for the past five years. Initially hesitant and guarded, Tanvi enters this new union with skepticism, convinced that love is nothing but a fleeting illusion. But as Tanvi navigates her new life with Arav, she discovers that his love is genuine and unwavering. Slowly, Arav's patience, understanding, and unconditional affection begin to chip away at the walls surrounding Tanvi's heart. Through his steadfast devotion, Tanvi learns to heal, to trust, and to embrace the possibility of love once again. "You've had too much to drink, Tanvi. You'll regret this tomorrow," I shouted, hoping to reason with her, but she silenced me with a kiss. "Damn it," I groaned, pulling her closer by the neck. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Tanvi," I said firmly, pushing her gently onto the bed and hovering above her. "I have scars on my body, Arav," she confessed, a tear slipping from her eye. "Show me," I urged, my voice husky with emotion. Reluctantly, she frowned. "Show me the scars and let me make it up to you. How many times you needed me, and I wasn't there?"