Vedha was holding her baby in her arms, her back resting against the inclined hospital bed adjusted for her comfort. The baby was nursing at her breast, tiny gulps filling the quiet room. Slowly, she leaned forward and kissed the baby's forehead. She touched her daughter's tiny hands and feet, still in disbelief that this life had been growing inside her just hours ago-and now, here she was, her newborn nestled in her arms, suckling gently, a moment of pure, painful beauty cradled in her arms. "You are filth... an unwanted filth in my life," Vedha whispered. With that, she jolted awake. She was alone in her hospital bed, the dream fading into the sterile scent of the hospital room. Her mother, Radha, who had been sitting in the chair beside her, panicked at the sudden movement. "Vedha, what happened?" she asked anxiously. Vedha, still dazed, shook her head slowly. She glanced down at her breast-it was leaking milk. Her breasts felt swollen and painful. Her body had begun to produce milk. Even though she had rejected motherhood, her body hadn't. "Amma, look at this. Do something," Vedha said, her voice edged with discomfort. The urgency in her daughter's voice snapped Radha out of her thoughts. She nodded and said, "Wait, I'll ask the doctor," before hurrying out of the room. Inside the doctor's cabin, Radha explained the situation. The doctor listened patiently and then said, "Since you're already a mother of two, I don't need to explain to you the importance of breastfeeding. Try to convince her husband to bring the baby, even if just for a few days. It will ease her pain and be good for the child. If feeding isn't an option, we'll have to start medication to stop the milk production. The choice is yours now." Radha nodded thoughtfully and left the room. She had made up her mind to speak to Arjun-one last time.

"No-please-don't do this!" Seraphina sobbed, her voice cracking as she clung to her eldest brother's wrist. "I-I'll be good. I'll do whatever you say, just don't-" A sharp crack echoed through the room as his palm struck her cheek, sending her crashing to the marble floor. Pain exploded across her skin, but it was nothing compared to the terror clawing at her chest. From above, his voice was cold. Unmoved. "You will marry him." She shook her head wildly, crawling backward until her spine hit the wall. "He's a monster," she whispered, her breath shuddering. "He's not human. Please, don't make me do this. I'll die." Her second brother crouched in front of her, grabbing her chin roughly, forcing her to look at him. His lips curled, eyes void of warmth. "Then die." Her breath hitched. "But you will die as his wife." The door behind them creaked open. Heavy footsteps. Her father stepped inside, his expression unreadable. "Lock her in this room," he ordered. "She will not step out until her wedding day." Sera thrashed as hands seized her, dragging her toward the massive iron doors. "No! Please-Father, please!" But he didn't even look at her. The last thing she saw before the door slammed shut was her brothers standing side by side, indifferent as she was thrown into a fate worse than death. Then darkness. And the only thing left was the suffocating truth. She was a sacrifice. A bride to the Sinister, a devil himself. #A STANDALONE BOOK

"He married her to break her. He broke instead." "She was innocent. His love wasn't." ------------------------------------------------------------- She thought it was just another arranged marriage. He knew it was the perfect revenge. AARYAN VERMA - cold, powerful, untouchable - returned not for love, but for vengeance. MEHER KAPOOR - soft-spoken, innocent, undeserving of hate - became his perfect target. He blames her for the downfall of his family. She doesn't even know what crime she's paying for. On the night of their wedding, his vows were made of venom. Every word he speaks is a blade, every touch a punishment. But beneath his fury is a man haunted by memories... and a woman who once adored him from afar. When truth shatters his hate, regret will destroy him more than revenge ever could. But will she still be there to forgive the man who ruined her?

Book 2 of hate series They say doctors save lives. But no one ever asks who saves them. Dr. Ahan Kapoor, the city's most elusive neurosurgeon. Flawless hands. Frozen heart. He moves through the corridors of Arcadia Health like a ghost in scrubs; brilliant, controlled, and frighteningly calm. Because control is the only thing he has left since the night that stole everything from him. And then there's her, Dr. Anvika Saxena. The neurologist who can map the brain down to its last synapse yet can't quite her own. She walks through life like someone who's survived a war that never really ended. There's grief in her eyes, a story no one dares to touch until Ahan becomes a part of it. They were never meant to meet. But one storm changed that. One blurred night, a collision of guilt, loneliness, and something that feels too much like fate. Now, she carries a heartbeat that doesn't belong only to her. And he carries a truth that could destroy them both. He wants redemption. She wants to forget. But some people are destined to haunt each other, again and again, in this life and the next. In a world where logic rules and emotions are forbidden, two doctors will learn the most brutal truth of all, you can heal every brain on earth, except your own.

He is the CM of the state while she is his Secretary. He does everything to keep his state on top while she does everything to keep the system right. He would do whatever it took to see his state rise to unparalleled heights, even if it meant making deals with the devil himself. Her loyalty to the state was unwavering, but her commitment was rooted in a deep-seated belief that right should always triumph over might. As these two influential figures found themselves under the same roof, their conflicting ideologies sparked a storm within the State Capital. Ajay, fueled by his burning desire to lead Veridian to greatness, did not hesitate to tread on the thin line between right and wrong. SHE, on the other hand, was a guardian of virtue, ready to defend the state's honour at any cost. Follow the story of the Chief Minister of the state and his Secretary to see where this relationship of politics in the state and house goes. Unleash the secrets of HER along with Ajay who bore the injustice yet stayed silent. THE C.M'S SECRETARY

" I won't marry you! ...Ge..t out of here!" I screamed in fear. my voice breaking. Ammi grabbed my hand, her grip tight with desperation. "Stop! Don't say anything! He will hurt you bacha!" But I wasn't listening with trembling hands, I picked up a small mirror from the table and throw it at him, everyone's eyes widened. "Leave you monster!!!" Shiva dodged it effortlessly, mirror shattered at his feet, his eyes narrowing. His jaw clenched, He exhaled sharply, his patience snapping, Everyone hold their breath thinking now he's going to hurt me as well. "Shoot her father's leg." "No!" I screamed, DIG IN TO FIND OUT MORE Do not click on this book if you can't handle senstive content.© Trigger warning ⚠️ rape, abuse, trauma, suicidal behaviour, anger , mention of blood , murder. I don't own any picture. All the photos belong to their rightful owners, only the storyline is mine so please don't copy my story, thank you.

Avyaan Vedang Vishwanathan "He never believed in love. Until she became his wife. Now he believes in nothing else but owning her." ............ Udita Avyaan Vishwanathan. "He felt like danger... but for once, I wasn't afraid. I wanted to fall-if it meant falling into him." ....................... Join the beautiful journey of Avyaan and Udita finding their peace in each other

𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚒𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗 ✰─── ✻✻─-─✰ Living with hidden scars is a silent symphony of pain, a dance in shadows. Then, suddenly someone appears and cages you, wrapping chains around your wounded soul, turning your desire for escape into a haunting reality of confinement. ❆ In his darkened soul, her presence is an unwelcome light, yet now a haunting solace. Obsession ignites within him, a consuming flame so fierce he'd set the world ablaze, all for the chance to possess her completely, nothing matters to him not even her consent. ✴✼✴ "I hate you." she whispered Her defiance, though faint, cut through the heavy air, a final stand against the man who had just bound her life to his with twisted vows. Ekaksh heard it, but his expression remained unmoved, his obsession too deep, too dark, to be shaken by her hatred. Without hesitation, he lifted her into his arms, cradling her lifeless form as he walked toward the car. To the world, she was now his wife To her, he was nothing less than her captor. _____________ 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚢? _________________________________________

Book 1 Lord Krishna says, there is nothing like coincidence, everything is already written in the books of fate. Perhaps, Atharva Roy is an intellectual, carefree and charismatic youngster who chases nothing but freedom. Evara Acharya is responsible, disciplined and the pride of her family who has never crossed the line of her sanity. Fate has a twisted way of making us land to where we truly belong. Perhaps it is a blessing or a curse in disguise. But when the circumstances tie a holy knot between them, Both of them only had one question... Is fate real? COMPLETED : 14th April 2024 Collab with @silverciaa Ranks 1 in India - 24/04/2024 1 in Doctor - 24/04/2024 1 in wedding - 27/05/2024 2 in Slowburn - 15/06/2024