"Some loves ruin you beautifully." She hired him for perfection. He didn't even look at her. Raahi Malhotra doesn't do second-best. When twelve photographers fail to meet her standards, she storms into Rai's Studio demanding excellence. She gets Kabir Rai Singhania. Brooding. Cold. Precise. He delivers every shot flawlessly... without sparing her a single glance. Raahi is used to worship. Kabir gives her silence. It irritates her. Then it infuriates her. Then it becomes a challenge. So she decides to seduce the one man immune to her. Make him look. Make him want. Make him break. But Kabir Rai Singhania wasn't built to fall. He was built to focus. And Raahi Malhotra is about to become the biggest distraction of his life. This is not a love story. It's a war. And she fired the first shot. BEPARWAH PYAAR He was indifferent. Until she became irresistible. ⚠️ Mature Content Warning: This book contains mature themes, strong language, and intense emotional situations. 18+ recommended. Read at your own discretion.

𝗘𝗹𝗶𝗿𝗮 𝗦𝗲𝗵𝗴𝗮𝗹 has never believed in the saying "karma is a bitch"... until a man from her past stood at the door of her room, a gun in his hand and rage in his eyes. "Your time's up, Jaan. Mine starts now." It's her wedding day, and she's about to find out what being a bad girl really costs. He is here to end the love story she started... because he hasn't moved on. And he sure as hell won't let her marry someone else. She can't manipulate him anymore. He knows every game she plays. But she doesn't know the man he's become. Because this isn't love anymore. This is sickness. And he won't stop until her heart bleeds his name. She calls herself 𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍. But she doesn't know that 𝙝𝙚 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚. .................................................. 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐅𝐦𝐜 x 𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 18+ | 𝗠𝗮𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁

This story is a fan fiction inspired by the 2025 film Saiyaara. 𝐕𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐚 (𝟐𝟐) The girl who speaks through poetry and silence. She's losing pieces of herself every day... but he still sees the whole of her. 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐊𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐨𝐫 (𝟐𝟓) The boy who turns pain into music. Cold to the world, until her words lit a fire he never wanted to put out. 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲-𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬... 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲. ❖ 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬 ❖ ➤ Second chance romance ➤ Tragic pasts ➤ Broken hero ➤ Healing through love

𝘏𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬. 𝘒𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘪𝘯 𝘢 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴. 𝘈 𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘷𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘴, 𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴. 𝘌𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬, 𝘒𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩 𝘴𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘥, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦. 𝘝𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘪 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘦. 𝘏𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬, 𝘪𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘥. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘦, 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯𝘷𝘪𝘴𝘪𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘰 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵, 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘪

(SLOW UPDATES) *𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙣𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙥𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚❟ 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙚.* Run. The carnival is dead. No lights. No laughter. Just rusted rides and torn tents whispering in the wind. A place forgotten by time. A place that should've stayed that way. I weave through broken stalls, my anklets betraying me with every step. Chhan... Chhan... "𝘉𝘦𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘳 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘶𝘯 𝘯𝘢 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His voice drifts through the air. Calm. Lazy. Too relaxed. I duck behind an abandoned game stall, pressing a hand over my mouth. The scent of rust and damp wood burns my nose. Click. His lighter flicks open. Shut. Open. Shut. I peek through a gap in the stall-he's nowhere. But I know better. He's here. Somewhere. Watching. The lights flicker. The Ferris wheel groans to life, metal screeching as it turns. My stomach drops. No. I spin, ready to run, but my feet freeze as I see it-cables. Thick, rusted carnival wires looping around the ground like vines. And one of them... Tightly wrapped around my ankle. A sharp tug-my body jerks backwards, my scream lost in the wind. I thrash, clawing at the ground as he pulls me in. Slow. Effortless. Like I was never running at all. "𝘈𝘢𝘱𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮, 𝘭𝘢𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘢𝘪𝘺𝘦..." His shadow looms over me, the glow of his lighter flickering against his smirk. "Enough, Butterfly," he murmured. "Time to come home."

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

"Either you become a cheater and fuck me, or you break up with her and still fuck me. I'll win either way." . . "I usually get everything I want. But it wasn't the same case with him. I could show off my sweet smile and flutter my lashes, but that still wouldn't make him mine." At the ripe age of nineteen, it's an understatement to say that Aurora Amoretto's love life is a bit... bland. But what she has yet to discover, is that there will be a certain man who will change that.

Taken down at 10M+ views, 410k votes. "I am not a killer but touch another guy, he dies fucking even look at another guy he fucking dies-and you know I don't make false promises." "But wh-y the fuck would you do that?" I tried not to stutter but my voice broke a little. "Because you're off fucking limits." He hissed against my mouth. "You're mine, My girl." he said looking at my eyes, "As soon as you accept it, it will be better for you." ༺❀༻ paperback soon

Some people only want love in life, but love itself comes at a heavy price I give my chapters misleading names :)