"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her. "Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this beard and height, are you thinking that you are training commander? Listen Mr. Whatever, I don't give a damn about your identity. So just leave my way." Vanika said putting his finger down by her index finger. He gave her a death glare and left from there while she smirked . ******************************************************** She was standing in line with other IPS candidates but suddenly gets 440 volt shock when the same man she fought with came to stage throwing sharp glares at Vanika and said - "Good morning Candidates. I am Nirmay Oberoi your training commander. And from now you all will be trained under my guidance in these 11 months." ******************************************************** But both of them did not know that the tale which has started will go "𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈".

Who said people with perfect pasts don't have broken parts to them and who said people with shattered pasts don't have a sense of fulfilment in them? When she has learned the definition of love from her parents and desires a match just like them, would life offer it to her? Would her definition of love ever change? Despite knowing what love is, does she really know what it means? He is ready to challenge her definition of love and redefine it in his own words. But when he comes from a past of incomplete relationships, how would he find fulfillment in their own love? When he himself does not know what love means, how would he redefine it for her? And above all the questions, can love be taught and learned? Adhvita Maan, the eldest daughter of the family, has always admired what her parents had. "Papa kaha karte the ki unhe mumma mein apna sukoon dikhta hai. Kya aapko mujh mein apna sukoon dikhta hai?" Saanjh Raizaada, the only son of the family, has always despised what his parents had. "Meine rishton mein bas bechaini mehsoos ki hai. Kya aap meri iss baichaini ko door karengi?" When love creates a chaos of colours, then those bikhre rang paints a beautiful picture called life. How would they find sukoon in this chaos of bikhre rang?

Their hate has no origin. They hate each other just cause. They were born to two best friends who would even give their own lives for each other. But but, these two give tough competition to their fathers. They would take each other's lives if need be. They studied in the same school, even in the same class till the age of eighteen only for her to move away for a few years. In these ten years, their lives changed drastically. Where he is known for his merciless punches, she is recognized by her fashion label. Despite being few months younger than him, she knows how to prevail over him, and he knows this just as well because he lets her. Would the love of adulthood overpower the hate of childhood? Would this distance simmer their hate or ignite a passion?

In the blaze of revenge, in the fire of hate, a poetry is born that changes the verses of his life. Once ladened with darkness of lies, the light of truth illuminates his being but to his misfortune, it happens too late. So late that she has already been punished in the name of revenge. But is it truly a punishment or just a play of destiny to bring two lovers together? A battle started between two fathers but fought between their children. A story of revenge that takes an abrupt turn when love begins to blossom, but the truth still remains buried. And until this fog of lie lingers between them, their love will remain lost in the mist. When she doesn't know herself the reason of this revenge, how will she bring him out of the haze of misconception? When he is ardent to seek revenge, how will love simmer him down? A lie, a truth, a pain, a sorrow, a loss, a win, a blessing, a sin. A story of misunderstood revenge and a painful love, Dhundle Rang: The Haze of Love. When times tests you, then hold onto the poem of life because what conquers it all is love in the end.

Taranya Singh Chauhan stands between two truths. Both wearing a mask. Which one will she believe? The one wearing the night, or the one doused in light? Will she make a right choice? Or will she make a choice at all? *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse, child molestation, and suicide. Cover Image SRC: Pinterest Cover Image Credit: © Mike Heath

Secret: The most fatal weapon of the mankind. But careful, for it depends on whether you're capable of wielding it. Taranya Chauhan never was. She wasn't ready for the world awaiting her, neither for the secrets it held. But when she was shoved headfirst in it, she knew she had to swim up to not drown. Now it's a matter of time before she finds out who's pulling her underwater and who's helping her on the surface. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse and child molestation.

Rudra Rana Singh Rawal was abandoned at the age of two. Stolen name. Stolen identity. Stolen crown. He has lived the life of a thief despite being a Prince. There's only one thing he is surviving for: Revenge. And there's only one person he's living for: His Esther. Who's more important? The reason that's keeping him alive, or the reason he hasn't given up for? He's afraid he'll have to steal one to win another. But revenge is a war. It cannot be stolen. It should be won. And this time, he's determined to rise as a winner. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse, child molestation, and suicide

Highest rankings:- #1 in Rajputs #24 in brides #40 in adult-content #1 in generalfiction #9 in Royal She gasped when he cornered her frame to the wall, her front banging to the hard surface and his front capturing her from behind. He rasped in her ear huskily grinding his lower body to her, "Tumhe to main pehle hi chakh chuka hu. Trust me, I haven't forgotten how you tasted." A moan escaped her lips feeling his lips on the seam of her ear. A smirk graced her plump lips which she threw his way and muttered seductively, "Explains your obsession with me, Hukum!" He ground his dick to her derriere retorting in a lustful husky baritone, "Are you sure I am the only one obsessed here?" *** Pulling her veil from the dishevelled bed she wore it over her bare self, running fingers through her hair when his deep husky voice greeted her ears, "Naam kya hai?" Throwing him a gaze over her shoulder she stated, "Heer." Running his gaze over her naked form, he stood up covering his own with the scattered clothes when her slow voice asked him, "Or aapka?" Amusement danced in his eyes at her oblivion. Leaning into her he whispered huskily with a smug face, "Ranjha to nhi hai." *** Entering inside the room she shared with her now husband she closed the door behind her. However, the next moment his body towered over hers encaging her between the wall and himself. She breathed out in anger, "Kya badtameezi hai." Only for her anger to diminish when he raised his hand that held a black gun, his deadly gaze staring straight into her fiery ones. He stated firmly, "Aaj ke baad unhe jealous karwane ke liye tumne hamara istemaal kiya to..." The gun landed inside her mouth shaking her from head to toe, and his voice rang in the room, "To thok denge." ~***~ Six lives. Three love sagas. One story! Join them in an epic love chronicle revolving around hidden secrets, revenge, power-battle, obsession and their passion, their junoon for their consorts.

ʙᴏᴏᴋ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ɪꜱ ʜɪɴɢʟɪꜱʜ (ʜɪɴᴅɪ+ᴇɴɢʟɪꜱʜ) 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒐𝒕 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒆𝒆 𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒓𝒔. 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 Being bubbly doesn't mean a person is free from pain. Harshita, a chirpy and lively girl, seemed happy, but her heart bore the scars of her dadi's harsh treatment toward her and her mother. Behind her smiles was a silent plea for relief from the constant torment. Will someone step up to shield her from this cruelty and fight for her rights against her oppressive dadi? 𝐒𝐚𝐮𝐦𝐲𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 She's an old soul that believes in romance, and love. She wants that kind love that quicken your pulses but relaxes your mind. She wasn't weird but she was kind of rare who wants to experience that kind of love that is shown in movies. Will saumya be able to find that kind of love in someone or she have to live a loveless life? 𝐒𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 She's an introverted girl which doesn't means she hate people it's just mean that she feels better when no one is around. She's a living proof that you can walk through hell and still be an angel. But moreover she had a past, a past which she's hidding behind her beautiful smile,a past which made her like this, a past which refuses anyone to get too close to her until even herself cannot stop someone to come near her.. but who is this someone who break down the walls and unearth every part of her.. Is this someone will ever be able to see her pain behind her every smile?will they teach her the value of loving yourself?