"Sir, Ma'am, please calm down. We will reach our homes safely." The air hostess tried to calm down the panicked passengers after our plane got hijacked and the terrorists killed a man right in front of our eyes. There is chaos all around. These terrorists are negotiating with our government to release their leader and the deadline they gave is 5 hours. They killed a man when the government didn't give any reply even after an hour. One of the terrorists is arguing with an officer over the communication channel when the doors of the runway entrance opened and a man dressed in an army uniform came out holding another at gunpoint The thing that shocked me more is the girl who followed them. She is wearing a jean top and her hair is tied in a high pony. The man who was held hostage tried to punch the officer but she held his hand mid-air and pinned him to the ground within a second and kept the gun in his mouth. What is she doing here? Isn't she supposed to be in Delhi now? What is she doing in Mumbai? What is my fiancee doing here?

"Why are you having my painting in your room?" I asked shifting my gaze a little from the beautiful painting of me, towards him who was standing behind me with his hands in his pockets before looking back at the sketch. I could feel his breath on my neck as he was standing closer to me. "Because, I didn't want to feel alone and you, keep me sane." He husked in my ear making goosebumps erupt on my skin. I turned a little and looked up at him craning my neck, to look at him who was already looking at me with so much of love and adoration as if I was the only one in this world. "When did you draw this?" I asked in a low voice taking a step back while he stepped forward. My back hit the table and he placed his hands on both sides of the table caging me in between. His eyes bored into mine making my breath hitch. "Seven years back," He replied dropping his head on my shoulder and turning sideways snuggling into my neck. His one hand reached my nape pulling me closer to him. "That was the first time I saw you," He said huskily kissing my neck and my cheeks turned hot while knots formed in my stomach. This is another secret of Arnav, but the sweetest of all till now. ***************************************************************************************** His life was filled with darkness and hers was not better. His friends became his family as he never got the love of his family after his parents died, while her family became her friends as she never had friends. But still, they felt incomplete. He wanted someone to call his family, while she craved someone to share everything that she couldn't share with anyone, including her family. He was not any prince, but the mafia king, and the CEO of his empire, the Rajvanshi Group of companies while she was a mere middle-class girl with lots of dreams and a pure heart. His world changed when his eyes fell on her but she was unaware of his existence until he decided to show up and change her life once and forever.

𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐨 𝐊𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐏𝐞 𝐒𝐢𝐦𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐍𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐀𝐩𝐧𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐮 𝐀𝐮𝐫 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐦 ♡︎♡︎♡︎ 𝐃𝐄𝐄𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐈 [𝐏𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐞, 𝐏𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧]

A LOVE THAT HEALS [#Book1 in the series of *Many Faces Of Love* (CAN BE STANDALONE)] Healing wears many faces. Some heal through love. Some by giving it. And some-some heal by burning the world that hurts them to ashes. Bhumi Shrivastava is one of them. Born into darkness and raised by trauma, Bhumi has learned to survive without love. The only light in her ruthless world is her sister, Vritika. When that light is brutally shattered in a foreign land, Bhumi's heart hardens into something merciless. Blood replaces tears. Revenge replaces prayer. And the promise she makes is darker than death itself. Fate, however, is cruelly poetic. In the corridors of a hospital soaked in grief and silence, Bhumi's path collides with Kavish Volkov-the man she despises, the name she once fought in court, and the shadow that leads back to Athrav Virk. A man draped in luxury and secrets. A man forged from darkness, yet dressed in white. A man waiting-whether he knows it or not-for someone who can feel him, understand him, and heal the parts of him he never acknowledged existed. As buried truths surface and vengeance tightens its grip, Bhumi is forced to confront a question she never believed she'd face: Can love heal a soul that only knows how to destroy? A Love That Heals is a dark, intense tale of trauma, obsession, revenge, and redemption-where pain binds hearts, love bleeds through scars, and healing comes at the cost of everything they are willing to lose. Tropes- ★ Enemies To Lovers To Enemies ★ Mafia romance ★ He fell first ★ Mafia X Criminal lawyer ★ Dark romance ★ Egoistic Main leads ★ Forced Marriage ★ Marries for revenge

⟡ ִֶָ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊ Book : #1 [ Princess X Bodyguard ] 𐙚 ̊⋆ ִֶָ ⟡ ✦•┈๑ 𖤝 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 𖤝 ๑┈•✦ Sahiba, haunted by the ghosts of her past, fears the cruel hands of fate that have always snatched away the ones she loved. Aryaveer, a man consumed by an unquenchable fire, sees in her the only thing he can never truly have-peace. Every touch ignites a storm, every glance is a battle between longing and restraint. He wants to own her completely, yet refuses to seek redemption. She craves his presence, yet dreads the ruin it might bring. Love. Obsession. Guilt. Desire. A war between hearts where losing means falling too deep to ever return. 🌹✨️ * - - - - - - - - ━━━━⊱♡⊰━━━━ - - - - - - - - *

𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒗𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 - 𝑨 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝑭𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝑹𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕. At 31, he stands tall at 6'4", ruling both the business world and the underworld with an iron fist. As Asia's richest and most powerful businessman, he dominates every deal, every empire, and every heartbeat that dares to cross his path. But beneath the ruthless exterior lies a man shackled by secrets - forced into a deadly game of power and betrayal. When fate ties him to an innocent girl named Noor, his world turns into a battlefield where love and danger collide. 𝑵𝒐𝒐𝒓 - 𝑨 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝑺𝒐𝒇𝒕 𝑨𝒔 𝑴𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝑨𝒔 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆. At 21, Noor's blue eyes hold a quiet rebellion against the darkness that life has thrown her way. Orphaned young, she carved her own path - dropping out of the real world at eighteen to chase education through a scholarship, balancing her days as a student and her nights serving tables in a bustling restaurant. Unaware that her simple existence is about to collide with a man who can destroy her - or become the only one to protect her in a world where trust is the most dangerous game of all.

AARAV YADUVANSHI is the eldest son of one of Asia's most powerful business families. Feared and respected, he's calm on the surface but holds immense power within. Known for his sharp focus and hard work, he's unstoppable. ARADHYA BANSAL, a shy and innocent girl from a wealthy but traditional family, has lived a sheltered life. She always obeys her parents and knows little about the world outside her home. What happens when Aarav, a man who never cared for love, becomes obsessed with Aradhya? When her innocence turns into his deepest craving? And when their worlds collide in a way neither of them could have imagined?

She is my wife but mysterious is silent. She was someone I used to know in childhood when suddenly she and her family disappeared in thin air. I saw her after years in a club without a hijab on her head. It was the first time I saw her hair. Those black shiny hair that was open and smell like the fucking jasmine. I never knew it. After marrying her, I had to untangle every thread from her life. Her life is a bundle of tangled threads that need patience to be untangled. She becomes a mute, I accept it. She doesn't remember me; I accept it too. But she doesn't remember her name or her parents I can't accept that. Palki Rajput is not a simple woman I got to know after marrying her. She is a mess. My beautiful mess, for her, I can do anything, means anything to keep her to myself, safe and happy. I will burn everyone for her; I can burn even myself if she wants. This much I am obsessed with her. I will get on my knees if she says I look good when I am on my knees for her.