Twenty year old Azaan Khan hates the thought of family. Life has burnt him so many times- he doesn't believe in its tethers. Love was fake. Family was a lie. Life was just meant to walk towards certain death. The world had deemed him insane, then so be it. Insane he was. So when he is found and bound to the family that once lost him- rage fills him, hate pounding in his heart at this lie infront of him. He vows to make them send him back, break the chains they placed around him themselves. Ranveer Rathore goes to find the baby they once lost- he has everything in his palm. Perfect brothers, perfect lineage, perfect company. Just one thing had been missing all these years- his youngest brother lost in a tragedy no one ever recovered. What he finds instead is a boy with a shark like smile, maniacal smile, and a bloody cackle of a laugh Will he be able to love this boy wearing the blood of his brother or is Azaan's insanity, enough to drive them all away? Basically what if a perfectly normal family meets a boy who would leap off a building for fun.

Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

Aara, a girl as unique as her name, one day told by her grandfather to marry his friends grandson. a mach made out of old frienships and long forgotten bonds. Vivaan Malhotra, a ruthless, cloodblodded ceo in the office and a strict caring brother at home, he had to turn his heart into stone to protect himself and his family. He thought he was meant to live alone, meant to die alone until he met someone who changd his life. He wasn't supposed to fall for her, it was just an agreement. An arrangement that's all, but drspite all of that he couldn't keep his heart in his ice cage.

An 18 year old boy, raising his younger sibling while protecting them from their father's rage. A budding cricketer, a painter and a mischief master. They are his life, they are the reason he keeps living. Achyut, the boy who once dreamed of world now dreaming about his death. Join Achyut's journey in taking care of his siblings and protecting them from their abusive father and a mother who gave up on living.

She was shattered, her past erased by pain, her voice stolen by trauma. He was a ruler-not just of politics but of the shadows where justice was a debt paid in blood. Ruthless to those who took justice for granted, yet never cruel to the innocent. At an early age, he learned one truth-power commands justice. Without it, you're nothing. That night, their worlds collided. He found her-battered, nameless, drowning in silence. He should've walked away. But something about her... felt familiar. A forgotten memory. A name lost in time. A connection buried beneath scars. She had no past she was willing to share. He had a childhood he never let go of. But fate doesn't ask for permission-it rewrites the story in the most ruthless ways. Some scars don't just heal... they reveal. And when the truth surfaces, will it mend what was lost or destroy them both? A story of pain, justice and an unexpected love that blooms in the darkest places.

In the shadow of a devastating tragedy, whispers of life unfolds the hauntingly beautiful journey of Ram Malhotra-a grieving husband, a desperate father, and a man hunted by secrets buried in blood and silence. After the mysterious accident involving his wife Lily, Ram returns to the family home with his two children, Arya and Ansh, seeking safety. But safety is a fragile illusion. As whispers turn into threats and betrayal hides behind familiar faces, Ram must untangle the web of deceit that took Lily from him and threatens to destroy everything he has left. Told through piercing emotion and sharp tension, the story weaves between the past and present, from moments of tender fatherhood to chilling confrontations. It is as much about the quiet courage of love as it is about the roar of vengeance. Alongside allies like Kunal, ACP Veer Chauhan, and the ever-complicated Vikas, Ram walks the line between justice and forgiveness, fighting to give his children a future free of fear. This is a tale of loss and loyalty, of soft lullabies sung over bruises, and of a love so enduring it transcends life itself. A mystery. A love story. A redemption. A reckoning.

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK Sara Rajawat has walked half her journey for vengeance alone. Things are getting tougher. More dangerous. More brutal. She might not be prepared to control the tsunami of consequences threatening to engulf her. So he steps in. With a wedding ring in his hand. Her ex-husband, the King of Jaigarh, a man feared by all, defied by none. And offers her his power, his throne, his sword, wanting nothing in return. Or so she is made to believe. Because once the Queen obliterates all the pieces on the board, the King is taking her for himself. *Content and Trigger warning: gore language, violence, graphic description of sex, mentions of suicide, past trauma.

"Marry me," Shaurya Singh Shekhawat muttered with pure hatred in his eyes, holding her arms in his vile grip. "You hate me," Akansha Dixit said, fear and determination in her eyes. "I do, and retribution is my right," Shaurya said. "And I have the right to a chance to justify myself," she said, her voice breaking under the increasing hatred in his tone toward her. "Like hell, I will. You destroyed my sister and now it's your turn to get ruined," he spat. "You will marry me, or see your family die," he said. "I will," she said, losing the battle. "One last thing, Mr. Shekhawat, the day you will know the truth, the truth will kill you," she said. He just scoffed, walking away, leaving her shattered while also making her stronger. If he thought he could make her weak using her family, then he was in for a big surprise, thought Akansha with sheer determination. ************ 5 Years Later ************ "One chance is all I ask, Akansha," Shaurya begged, sitting on his knees, ignoring the fact that he was a Chief Minister, the most powerful man of the state. "You are 5 years too late, CM sir," Akansha said with a cold face before walking away. "You are right... My rue is killing me every second," he whispered to himself. Shaurya Singh Shekhawat, a man everyone in the state admired, people's favorite leader, a very well-educated Chief Minister, and the youngest person to take office in the country. Successful-that's what everyone thought of him, but only he knew how much of a failure he was as a husband. Akansha Dixit, an aspiring student pursuing her Ph.D. in child psychology. She fell in love very easily, but only when she realized his reality did she understand how much of a mess she was already in. Amid selfish families, dirty politics, several misunderstandings, betrayals, and power-hungry wolves, will the innocent love survive, or will it succumb?

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK In the wake of her return to her home country, Sara Rajawat wanted only two things: to help her brother achieve his revenge, and get started on her own. In the span of twenty years, she had very meticulously planned out the five cold blooded murders of the five monsters who had stolen the light of the day from her sister's eyes. It's time, for once, she sleeps peacefully now. But then enters Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, her ex husband, with a set of his own questions, still wearing their wedding ring. In the six months they were married, he had never glanced at her, let alone speak to her. Except for when they fought, with weightless things and hateful words hurled at each other so loud even the palace walls had shuddered. Their marriage was a disaster, and the only sane decision was to walk out of it. So what makes him think she owes him any explanation? But if she knows one thing about her ex-husband apart from being an uptight and the most unempathetic person to ever walk on the face of the earth, then that he's stubbornly in hate with her. She knows nothing about where his hatred stems from, neither does she care. She never did. He is an insignificant fragment of her past, and she wants him to stay as such. But maybe that's exactly what's keeping him hooked to her. Because Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, for anyone, is unforgettable.