Harleen had a free day at work that day. Planning on surprising her two best friends, who were also a married couple now, she thought of dropping by their house with some delicious pizza & wine for a surprise. Little did she know, an 'unexpected guest' would be opening the door for her.

They met on the Trivandrum Mail. They rediscovered love on the Trivandrum Mail. Fourteen years have passed - they have changed. But the Trivandrum Mail hasn't.

Syra Amir loves travelling the world. So it helps that she works as a photojournalist for a popular travel magazine. So when she accidentally selects the wrong destination when booking a flight, she decides to go with the flow and travel to this place, which ultimately leads her to the small town of Khwabpur. Here she discovers the beauty of simplicity, the meaning of genuine friendship, and a love that transcends through time. This is the story of unexpected love, of love of travel and of loyalty. **The love stories of two generations, entwined together in one story** *Khwapbur is a fictional place. Any resemblance to any real place is purely a coincidence.* This story CAN be read as a standalone novel.

When a truth-and-dare question turns Chavi's life upside down and pushes her toward the only person whom she had pulled with herself, Garvit, in the turmoil. dive in for some sour and sweet banters and most of all, teenage romance! 💌

1985. The City of dreams. Red double decker buses, kaali-peeli taxis, radios, Doordarshan, video cassettes and rotary dial phones. DCP Amarnath arrives in Bombay with a mission, straight and clear: To tackle the notorious Crime Syndicates. As the city unravels itself, he learns that alongside the battle against organised crime, it is a full-fledged war against his uncooperative heart as it trips over relentlessly at the sight of the headstrong Gauri, who contrasts him in every possible way, beginning with her profession: Law. Before cellphones, before swipes-there was a Bombay kind of love.... Visit the BLURB chapter for a detailed trailer!

The phone is ringing. But Tanvi was too scared to answer the call. She was not ready to talk to him or even hear his voice. She wanted to run away from the present, but she couldn't evade her present. She hadn't talked to him for the past week, and he had called her a number of times. That day itself, he called 5 times. So, finally, with trembling hands, she answered the phone to tell him the truth. "Hello," he said as soon as Tanvi answered the call. Tanvi voice was shaking she didn't know what to say. But she mustered her courage somehow and said, " Please don't contact me again. I know I have played with your feelings without knowing who you actually are. I know I have committed a terrible mistake, or I guess, a sin by doing this, but now I want to end this for once and for all. I don't think you can understand me and forgive me, but the only explanation I say to you is that I am really sorry." He remained silent all this while and did not utter a word. He came to realize that nothing more was left for him to talk. He disconnected the call as soon as she finished her monologue. Tanvi, a +1 student, decided to attract her crush indirectly gets his phone number and starts talking to him anonymously. Initially, she got rejected, but later, earns his trust and friendship. Slowly their friendship reached another level through their sweet phone calls. Then, the real truth came out. He was not the crush whom Tanvi imagines him to be. So what would Tanvi do? Would she ever meet the person with whom she developed such a relationship? Would that person ever want to meet Tanvi after knowing that she played with his feelings, knowingly or unknowingly? Could they be together? Let's see what fate has to do with both of them. A simple love story with its own twists and turns. This is my 1st story. Hope you will give it a chance, and I'll make sure you won't get too bored.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

Two Rivals. One Serial killer. Zero patience. Dr. Meher Bansal didn't sign up for this. All she wanted was to help her patients, not end up in the middle of a murder investigation. But when her patient's death puts her on a collision course with ACP Aryan Mathur-her childhood rival and a certified pain in the neck-things get messy. He's stubborn, she's sarcastic, and they both think they're the smartest person in the room. Unfortunately, there's a killer out there who's actually smarter. As bodies pile up and the case grows darker, Meher and Aryan must team up to untangle a chilling pattern- resisting the urge to throttle each other. Throw in a six-year-old determined to play cupid, a clumsy intern, a best friend who is always hungry and a killer who is one step ahead. You've got the perfect recipe for disaster. With every clue bringing them closer to the killer-and to death, will they outsmart a monster who's been perfecting his craft for years? Or will they end up as the next pieces in his deadly game? Murder. Mayhem. Matchmaking- What could possibly go wrong?