❝This is the love I fail to say. One that caused him to go away, for our love was never made to stay.❞ - all of the poems are mine :) #1 in Poetry 26/05/17 ! Thank you for reading♡ New book 'Everything You Never Knew' is out!

#Top 1 in India ( 29,30,31/07/2025)(1,2,3/08/25) #Top 2 in India #Top 9 in India #Top 3 in india #Top 6 in India [ 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲! ] __________ ☆𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐗 𝐘𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭☆ _________ ✿What will happen when a newly wedded bride shivanya sitting alone in his newly wedded husband room and waiting for him but he doesn't come and she will meet him after 5 months of her wedding✿ Yaksh Shekhawat: With very anger and cold personality. Who is king of Aryagarh, known as Rana sa. CEO of shekhawat industries. Full of tragedic mystery. Anger is such that people's hands and legs start trembling. Even his calm gaze showers embers. He has very high anger issues which only his family members know about except Shivanya. He becomes a demon in anger whom no one has been able to calm him . Will Shivanya be able to live with him? Shivanya yaksh shekhawat : She was like a ice, medicine and cure nature for him. She is goddess of beauty. She is Rani sa or queen of Aryagarh. She had a bad past that was cause of her fear , running from her past but never cured from it. °°Glimpses°° His eyes fall on her parted red lips. She closed her eyes when his breath hits on her lips. She feels hot. Her surroundings give her warm sensation in her all body .But he leaned towards her ear, he blows air making to side the hair straind which plays on her cheeks. She clutch lightly his kurta. His hands caresses her waist by making different patterns makes her lost. She takes a deep breath. " gorgeous.." he huskily whispered near her ears making her tightly gripped on his kurta. He lightly placed his lips on her earlobs. A wave of sensation ran down to her spine. Her cheeks getting more warmed. She hurriedly moved from his hold and going to turn when he stops her by holding her wrist. " Rukiye .." he said.

He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆

" 𝐍𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧." 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭 Cold-blooded. Calculated. Cruel. The sole heir of the Ranawat empire-its mafia throne and global business crown. Born of royalty, raised in ruin. A man who commands with silence and kills with precision. His name is whispered like a warning, feared across borders and boardrooms alike. Emotions? He buried them with the ashes of his past. And love? That's a wound he refuses to bleed from again. 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 Soft-hearted. Spiritually anchored. A girl from Prayagraj who prays at dawn and smiles at strangers. A devotee of Mahadev, raised by rituals and silences, She believes in the sacred over the selfish, And love? For her, it's not a thrill. It's a form of worship. She lives by faith. He lives for vengeance. He was forged in fury. She was shaped by surrender. He builds empires from fear. She believes in saving legacies with compassion. He doesn't kneel before gods. She lives in their shadow. But when fate threads their paths in red, not for love-but for a promise neither of them made... Will blood and prayer bind them-or destroy them? 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐤. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. ✅ Tropes & Themes - Mafia × Sunshine - Arranged/Forced Marriage - Enemies to aching lovers - Divine narration (Mahadev-Parvati perspective) - Poetic tragedy, power, and softness - Rebirth, revenge & redemption - Devotion meets destruction Book 1 of Revenge Series (Can be read as standalone)

𝘼 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙛 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙚𝙚𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙨... 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙘𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢 𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙪𝙩𝙮. "𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐞?" 𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲. "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞." 𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙠𝙖 𝙈𝙚𝙝𝙧𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙎𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛. 𝙃𝙞𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙚𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙨, 𝙖 𝙨𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙣𝙩 𝙚𝙮𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙚𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨 𝙞𝙣𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝘽𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙋𝘾𝙊𝘿, 𝙬𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙜𝙜𝙡𝙚𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙩𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙮 𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙧𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝙝𝙚𝙧. 𝘼𝙗𝙝𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙮𝙪 𝙎𝙞𝙨𝙤𝙙𝙞𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙥𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙮-𝙚𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙮𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙨 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙚𝙧𝙛𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣. 𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙣𝙚𝙧, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙤𝙗𝙟𝙚𝙘𝙩, 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙙 𝙤𝙛 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙣𝙚𝙙, 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙙. 𝙉𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜 - 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙖𝙞𝙧 𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚, 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙖 𝙘𝙪𝙥 𝙖𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝 𝙤𝙛𝙛

Meet Avya & Rudra - A Love Story Written in Pain and Passion... Avya - a soft-spoken, kind-hearted girl with dreams in her eyes and scars in her soul. Rudra - a storm in human form, cold from the outside, but burning within. They were never meant to meet... But destiny had other plans. She believed in healing. He believed in revenge. Where Avya saw light, Rudr lived in shadows. And yet, they collided - like fire and rain - incomplete without each other. But what happens when love isn't enough? What happens when the past threatens to destroy their fragile bond? This is not just a love story... It's a war between pain and passion, scars and salvation. A tale that will make your heart ache, smile, and bleed - all at once. Are you ready to feel every emotion? Then step into the world of Avya & Rudr. Their story begins now... ❤️

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - Desi punjabi munda x Innocent hindu girl - college president x simple student - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)