Hate doesn't always scream. Sometimes, it waits. Sometimes, it watches-silent, patient, learning the rhythm of its prey. Hate doesn't arrive like a storm. It arrives like poison-slow, deliberate, irreversible. Years after the damage was done, its consequences still unfolded. She didn't shatter him in a moment. She dismantled him over time. Not with violence. Not with cruelty. But with decisions that cut deeper than any blade. Loss doesn't announce itself. Sometimes it erodes-quietly, patiently-until nothing remains. Only one thing survived: His need for revenge. Calculated. Controlled. Pain taught him patience. Restraint became lethal. Two lives meant to stay parallel, close enough to sense, never close enough to collide. But fate never respects boundaries. Long after the choice was made, They were thrown into the same storm- where sparks didn't ignite love. They ignited war. Hatred sharpened him. Every memory of her became fuel. Now, when he looks at her, she isn't being chased. She's being studied. Measured. Marked. Fear tightens her chest, but her spine stays straight. She was afraid-but she had never learned to kneel. "You really believe distance belongs to you, Sharanya Rathore?" His smile slow. "That's cute." "This doesn't end when you run. It ends when resistance was never an option." "You crossed a line you can never uncross. I won't chase you-I'll wait. I'll become the reason you remember every mistake. She refuses to beg. "I didn't destroy you, Yohan. You survived me. Don't mistake that for weakness." When hatred wears desire, it doesn't soften. It claims. It obsesses. It becomes lethal. This war was never meant to be survived-only endured. There are only two endings: Obliteration-or mutual ruin. "I hate you for what you did... and yet wanting you is the only mistake I'll repeat." Hate burns fast. This ruins slowly. "You're not scared because I hate you. You're scared because I won't let you go.

𝙏𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖 𝙢𝙖𝙣; 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙘𝙮-𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜. And as soon as we entered in the hospital, my friend Raina-who had just begun her night shift-spotted us. She rushed over, her face clouded with concern. "Who... who is he? And where did you find him? In this condition?" "Let's focus on treating him first," I replied, helping the stranger towards the public ward. A while later, after Raina and I had cleaned his wound and dressed it, he seemed a little better. His breathing had steadied, but he still winced when he moved. "How do you feel now?" I asked. "I... I'm fine. Thank you for helping me," he said, his hand instinctively grazing his injured shoulder as if trying to mask his pain. "Who are you? And how did you get hurt?" I questioned, my voice laced with curiosity. For a moment, he said nothing. His gaze lingered on me, unreadable. And then, with a faint smirk, he finally spoke. "𝘈𝘥𝘪𝘵. 𝘔𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘥𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴?" "𝘔𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘪," I answered, hesitating for a fraction of a second. Just then, from the small television mounted on the ward's wall, a breaking news headline caught my attention: "A major update from Delhi! The opposition party, Supreme Vision Alliance, has announced the sudden disappearance of Anugrah Mehra's eldest son. Reports suggest that ever since Anugrah Mehra appointed him as the heir to his political party, he has been missing from home. But the bigger question remains-why did Anugrah Mehra entrust his empire to someone who has never been involved in politics, someone the people have never even seen? But rn, the most imp ques, 𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘈𝘥𝘪𝘵 𝘔𝘦𝘩

Both the Roy and Kumar families had a very old friendship. Besides, the business was also the same. Both the families lived exactly like one family. 'Abhimanyu Roy', the uncrowned king of the business world and 'Shravani Kumar', the elder daughter of the Kumar family and Abhimanyu's childhood friend. Or we can say that both were best friends. But due to some misunderstandings in the past, Shravani walks away from Abhimanyu's life as well as everyone else. She started hating Abhimanyu. But six years later, she has returned to her home but her hatred for Abhimanyu has still not diminished. On the other hand, unaware of all this, both their families want them to marry each other and convert this family friendship into kinship. So what will happen when their paths cross again, at the same turn? And what happened in the past, due to which their beautiful relationship turned into hatred? All rights reserved by me @Satyanshi_Sinha

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞. (Standalone) 𝑷𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑿 𝑰𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ "She slipped again." Ikshit tossed the folder onto her table. His voice was low, tight. "Atasha Rabari. Left the safehouse minutes before we reached. Almost like... someone warned her." Piya didn't flinch. She poured him coffee with a calm he didn't question. "Maybe she's lucky," she said. He stepped closer. "No. It's not luck. She moves like someone's guiding her." A beat. "Or protecting her." Her phone buzzed in her pocket - one vibration. Atasha was safe. Piya looked up at him. His eyes were on her - sharp, searching. "Then maybe you need to stop thinking like a cop..." She smiled softly. "...and start thinking like a woman who has nothing left to lose." Their eyes locked. Long. Quiet. Dangerous. Ikshit stepped closer - invading her space. Testing something he couldn't name. "And what kind of woman are you, Piya?" His voice dropped to a murmur. She didn't back away. "The kind who hides the truth behind a kiss," she whispered, kissing him. And when he kissed her - hard, desperate, confused. She was kissing him back. Knowing full well... He was chasing her best friend. While falling in love with the enemy.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭. 𝑨𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒂 𝑿 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒈 ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Chirag! I don't want you to marry me for any reason. Because I am going to die soon. I have only one year to live. So it is better if you don't marry me and ruin your life." Anahita was sitting with Chirag in his office. She said to Chirag. Chirag, "If you are about to die, then this marriage will be perfect for us. I also don't want to ruin a life by marrying someone in this condition." "Huh? What did you say?" "I said, marry me, Anahita!" "But why? What do you want from me?", Anahita asked. Chirag said with an expressionless, emotionless face, "Marry me and fulfill Dadi's wish. Anyway, you are going to die within a year, so neither I nor you will have any problem."

☆ 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 ☆ When a person loses to themselves, they leave everything to fate. And when fate begins to play its game, it doesn't allow anyone to stand against it. Become a part of such an exciting story of fate, featuring two strangers whose story has been written by fate itself. Aƙʂԋʋι Sιɳԋα ♡, dreams of becoming India's most famous writer. However due to her family's poor condition and a promise she made to her father, she has to leave everything behind and come to Mumbai for a job. On her very first day at the office, she unknowingly gets into big trouble. And who does she clash with? VĔĎĂŃĞ ŚĔĤĞĂĹ★, the owner of one of India's leading companies, for whom money and power are everything. They say Mumbai is the city of Dreams. So will Akshvi's small dreams come true in this city of Dreams? How will Vedang and Akshvi's first meeting be? Will Vedang let Akshvi to take steps towards her dreams so easily? To find out, keep reading '𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂'.

Two women chasing peace. Two men willing to burn the world for them. Between justice and obsession, love finds its way. Each heart in this story breaks the rules. Each one... an Illegal Heart.

"I want to run from the city I once dreamed of living in... all because of a man.A man who's a mafia lord. A CEO. And my obsessive stalker. I know I can't escape from reality. And in reality he has all the ability to find me from anywhere." - Tiara "She is mine. She just doesn't know it yet.She owns the heart of a mafia - I saw her , fall for her and even wait for her to grow up. So after everything if I have to cage her to keep her, I will." - Rudraveer She's a sweet,bubbly Bengali artist. He's a cold, possessive Punjabi mafia lord. She dreams in colors. He moves in shadows. She wants freedom. He wants her-only her. Two opposite worlds. One dangerous obsession. And a love story twisted with power, passion, and pain. 🔞 A small warning: This story may contain mature themes, strong language, and smut. So if that makes you uncomfortable, feel free to skip it - no hard feelings. Also, Rudraveer can act like a psychopath sometimes. Yes, he's dangerous. Yes, there's violence. But there will be reasons for everything, I promise. Let's start this rollercoaster now. I hope you feel all the love, chaos, and intensity I poured into it. Thank you for being here.

TIDES OF SERIES #1 (Can also be read as standalone) ✯TIDES OF BELONGING ~ A Highschool Love Story✯ "Sometimes, home isn't a place-it's a person who makes you feel seen." To those who believe in love that arrives softly yet stays forever. ──────•❥─────── ✯VIHAAN PATHAK - the golden boy senior✯ Vihaan was the kind of boy who could make anyone smile-confident, charming, the kind who flirted just to make others feel good. But behind that easy smile was a boy who never truly let anyone in. A born leader, the heartbeat of every crowd, yet lonely when the noise faded. He believed attachments were distractions... until she came along. The quiet girl who preferred shadows over spotlights, books over parties, peace over chaos. The one person who never tried to impress him-just looked right through him. And somehow, that's what made him fall. Harder than he ever thought he could. "Main chahta toh sabse door reh sakta tha... par tumse chah ke bhi nahi." ──────🧸────── ✯ANVI KASHYAP - the quiet storm junior✯ Anvi was not loud-she was midnight rain. Calm. Composed. Beautiful in her silence. To people, she seemed reserved, almost distant. But once you truly knew her, she could talk endlessly, with laughter that warmed even the coldest hearts. A topper, a thinker, a girl who fought for her respect and stood tall for those she loved. She didn't believe in fairytales. She believed in effort, in respect, in understanding. And yet, when she met him, her carefully built walls began to tremble. He was sunlight-steady, blinding, and too warm to resist. She was the storm that taught him how to feel the rain. "Tumhare saath waqt rukta nahi... bas thehra sa lagta hai." ──────•❥────── Vihaan x Anvi - Because sometimes, belonging isn't about finding someone who understands you- It's about finding someone who chooses to stay.