I don't know yet," Veer admitted. "Now tell me, Dr. Shekhawat, what do you want?" ​She answered immediately, her voice taking on a deeper, more serious tone. "Someone who doesn't turn me into a Goddess. I want someone who looks at me like a flawed, breathing, normal human." ​Veer looked puzzled. "What? Isn't it the highest respect if a man treats you like a Goddess?" ​"No, Veer. It's a trap," Rashi said, looking him dead in the eye. "When you put a woman on a pedestal and call her a Goddess, you aren't honoring her-you're imprisoning her. You're telling her she's not allowed to fail, not allowed to be angry, and certainly not allowed to be herself. Men use that 'Goddess' title to control us. They tell us we are the 'izzat' of the house so they can dictate how we dress and how we speak. They turn our sacrifices into a 'divine duty' just so we never complain about the burden." ​She leaned back, her gaze cold. "Look at our stories. The 'good' woman is the one who bears abuse with a smile, wears the traditional clothes you approve of, and stays silent. The minute a woman has an opinion, the minute she puts herself first or stops taking someone's shit, you label her the villain. You don't see movies where a man in jeans is a villain just because he isn't in a dhoti, right? But for us, our clothes and our 'tone' decide our character." ​She sighed, her voice softening but remaining firm. "I don't want to be worshipped. I want a partner who knows I am going to make mistakes-and that those mistakes don't make me a 'bad woman.' I want someone who realizes that my life doesn't revolve around being his moral compass. I just want to be human, Veer. Not a symbol, not a goddess, and definitely not someone's property."

SANSKAR SAHANI has everything an ordinary person spends a lifetime working and struggling for. Yet, he is far from content. The heir to one of India's most prestigious corporate empires, the only son of a powerful family with an illustrious legacy. Sanskar is a billionaire by fate-a fate written with gold and adorned with diamonds. But he desires neither diamonds nor gold, nor even the grandeur of his name. What he yearns for is something forbidden, something so unattainable that even dreaming of it feels like a violation. Yet, it is the only thing that truly ignites his soul. PRATIGYA ANAND, a small-town girl who left behind her birthplace to carve out a life for herself. Her life may seem ordinary, but it is far from it. She bore the heaviest burdens with unmatched strength. Life tested her early, breaking her, then forcing her to rise and rebuild herself. She fears her truth, hides her past and fights her present. But lies are fragile-no matter how deeply buried, the truth eventually finds its way to the surface. When she believed she had no one left to call her own, her boss, a man willing to break every rule and boundary, claims her as his everything. What will happen when he finds out her secrets?

[ Slow Updates ] ❝𝑰𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏; 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆.❞ I can't stand her but at the same time I can't escape the magnetic pull of her presence. I'm drawn to her, yet every moment with her tests my patience. Loving her is both my solace and my torment. Despite her mess, I'm committed to finding solace in loving her completely. Only thing that pulls me back from being hers, is her denial of our destiny. How do I break through the barrier of her denial? ~Rahul Shekhawat He is charming, irresistible, hot as hell, alluring like a secret and everything I've been avoiding since my past horrible experience. His charm is a reminder of the past wounds I thought were healed, yet I find myself drawn to him like a moth to a flame. Love and lust is a complex dance of emotions, isn't it? But is it really love or just another trauma waiting for me? ~Vedika Thakur How will this push and pull game end? Will it end with a happy ending or will they end up breaking each other's hearts? In this tale where irritation meets attraction, denial dances with desire, dive into the unfolding pages to unravel the complexities of Rahul and Vedika's entangled hearts.

Radhya Chowdhary - a girl whose name could touch Everest, yet whose feet remain humbly grounded. Born into a middle-class family, she never dreamed of flying beyond the skies; instead, she dreamt of walking the earth with grace. She's not just her father's little princess, but her mother's fierce queen. To her brother, she's the prettiest annoyance wrapped in unconditional love. Her strength lies in her dance - a rhythm that echoes even in the darkest nights and fiercest storms, an art she inherited from her mother. Behind her bright smile are secrets the world will never see, yet she carries them with gratitude, embracing every blessing from her deity. Telugu, her mother tongue, becomes her fierce weapon - a language reserved for playful scoldings and the occasional sharp retort. Far away from Radhya's sunlit world lives a soul drowning in shadows. Krishansh Pratap Singh - heir of a royal bloodline, yet belonging nowhere. The son of Naina and Vipul Pratap Singh, his life turned cold the day his mother and step father died saving their master's family. The court handed him over to his biological father's house, but love never followed him there. To them, he was not a son - he was a stain, a reminder of shame they could never erase, sheltered under their roof only because of his mother's inheritance. Except for a few loyal cousins, love eluded him. Time sculpted him into stone, hardened him into ice. Alone, he carved his own kingdom - a mafia empire standing tall without anyone's help. His friends became his fortress, his family of choice amidst betrayal. Yet even in this empire, one name still sparked fire in his veins - Arvi Srivastav. The girl he once adored, once teased, once admired with every playful pinch of her angry, red nose. But in his eyes, she became the reason his world shattered; the reason his parents never returned. He loved her once. Now, he only burns with hate. Or so he believes.

𝐈𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘖𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘭𝘭𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘋𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘴 "You have no right over me" I throw the words laced with venom towards him. "I. own. you. blame me for all I care but you will be Mrs. Kabir Malhaan" the rage and ruthlessness emanating from the monster in front of me has made me weak on my legs. My breath hitched in answer "A gun on my waist. is that how you propose?" I don't back away. A shiver trailed the cold kiss of the barrel as he dragged it slowly from my waist to my navel, then up gliding over my skin with cruel leisure until it nestled between my breasts, aimed straight at my heart. "No. It's a promise of where you belong. You belong in my goddamn empire, not beside me, but 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘷𝘦 it. Because you're the reason I breathe. I breathed you, Roop." And just like that, with his words toying with my emotions. He bent lower and planted a kiss so gentle that it did not match his depravity. - 𝐊𝐚𝐛𝐢𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧. The sort of man who'd auction the last remnants of your soul to Satan himself just to watch it burn pretty. A man who smiles as the world collapses at his feet, who'd trace devotion in blood and call it love. Because monsters like him don't ask for worship they become the sin you wish to follow. 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐩 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩. born with the whitest morals stitched into her soul, like armor. A girl who takes nothing for granted, who counts blessings like stars and carries her kindness like a quiet rebellion. In her world she worships chaos. When her path crosses with an heir apparent of a mafia syndicate. She loses more than just her freedom of will. It's the question of who will win the silent war.

In a cruel twist of fate, two broken souls find themselves caught in an unlikely and complex situation. They are polar opposites in the most extreme way: one is anger and despair, the other sees themselves as guilt and emptiness. They can't stand each other, yet as they gradually peel back the layers of the others' existence, they realize they may be far more similar than they ever imagined. ~~~~ 'I thought I had my life in order, but the devil stepped into my life and stole all that I knew. He broke into my life with twisted grace and relentless determination. He had his eyes on me, and to him, I was just prey. He tracked me down like a hunter pursuing its prey and wasn't going to let me go without a struggle.' Will these two messed-up souls be able to find their way back??? Will they find their Calm within someone's Storm, or will they part ways??? Or will it remain an unsaid confession of forbidden love??? To know about it, Happy Reading ;)

She stepped into the marriage under a veil- knowing the man waiting for her was her family's sworn enemy. Two opposites, different dreams, where one is stuck on revenge while other desires freedom. Raised on hatred, bound by vows, and trapped between loyalty and desire, they were never meant to fall in love. But fate doesn't ask for permission. As truths surface and lines blur, hate turns into longing, and an unwanted marriage becomes the most dangerous thing of all-love. Because some unions are mistakes... until they aren't.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐈𝐈𝐈 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚, a medical student studying in the final year in Jaipur, stays with her grandparents because they are her life. She gets obsessed with whatever life throws at her. She doesn't sulk. She doesn't complain. She always loved what was given to her. But never him. Never Aditya Parihaar. The boy with a lopsided grin and chocolate brown eyes. 𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐲𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐫, the notorious young child of Parihaar, driven by addiction for alcohol and pure sarcasm but no one has ever seen what drove him to be this. -ꕤ- "Why do you trouble me, Adi?" "Because I have your attention then, trouble." Childhood hate to love.

When I say Samaksh Rathore and Dhvani Shukla hate each other, I don't mean a little eye-roll or silent treatment kind of hate. I mean absolute, hard-core, blood-boiling hate. She's from Uttar Pradesh, daughter of a powerful political family-full of drama, chaos, and zero fear. He's from Rajasthan, heir to a wealthy business empire-swagger, charm, and sharp one-liners. Their worlds collided like firecrackers on Diwali. Their first meet? Vani stormed right in front of Samaksh's brand-new car, screamed at him like he was the villain of her movie, and-just to seal her point-she threw a stone straight at his ride. Sam, of course, didn't stay quiet. He roasted her so bad that the air was filled with insults louder than traffic horns. Their second meet? Worse. Another argument, another war. This time Sam threw the word "Bhagodi" at her, mocking the fact that she had run away from home. And Vani? She didn't waste a second-her hand flew, and the slap echoed louder than their shouting. Now, just the sight of each other makes their blood boil. If looks could kill, Sam and Vani would have destroyed each other long ago. Enemies isn't even the word... these two are living, breathing disasters waiting to explode.

NILA JAVA radiated confidence and everything that came with it. Standing her ground throughout high school, she continues to do the same in college making sure everyone knew who she was. Nila was a man's wet dream and wouldn't even have to blink before getting noticed in a room. She knew what she wanted and wouldn't tolerate disrespect from anyone who dared. Nila prided herself in being an extrovert, always having an easygoing personality, able to make friends with whoever and become easily favoured with the click of her fingers. Except for one. Her best friend's older brother. MAIKEL MARQUEZ was known as the college's golden boy being loved by many and over the course of four years, gained himself a reputation along side his best friend. He was outgoing, charming and not to mention a total heartbreaker. Girls wanted to be with him and boys wanted to be him, but not everyone could be as loved as him. From childhood, Maikel has always had an unknown problem with Nila. Ever since five, they've become sworn enemies and stuck to that promise over the years into adolescence. Two people have never hated each other more than Maikel and Nila. However, when a mutually beneficial deal strikes between the two, they find themselves slowly overcoming their strong hatred for one another. It's no surprise they were both attracted to each other, but were those desires enough to diminish their problem of being unable to stand each other? 𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄. 𝐃𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤.