"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse." ------- .˚₊✧₊˚. -------- **This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating** She broke him in the worst way possible, betrayed him when he least expected it. She shattered his heart and left him at his worst. What will happen when they cross their paths again, but this time when he is at the top and wants his revenge? Amaira Mehra, a sunshine girl who gives the world a middle finger. She is considered as the one with a sense of humour but is it actually her real personality or is she just playing the role of a carefree girl? Abhimaan Raghuvanshi, An asshole to say the best. The broken Billionaire whose heart and mind are fucked up. He left the country to be away from her, to wrench her away from his life but what if his heart is not understanding that? What will happen when He decides to take his revenge? - "I will break her before moulding her back into being my perfect girl." - "Get. The. Fuck. Out, Abhimaan. I don't want you here."

Unholy #1. Vanya X Vihaan "I hate you more than you will ever be able to feel," she whispered, her lips brushing against mine-just slightly, but enough to send chills down my spine. "I-I..." Her grip around my throat tightened just slightly, her long veiny fingers digging into my skin. I wanted to say something-anything-to apologize, but my voice failed me. And before I could even think or utter a single word to calm her down, she jerked me toward her with surprising force, and her lips crashed onto mine. The kiss wasn't gentle-no, it was consuming, like she was trying to claim my very soul with just her lips. And God, I'd be damned if I said I didn't enjoy every second of her hatred-because I did. ♡ 🎧 This story has a playlist - [Listen on Spotify] https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1zIEG6HXQccSdVGyrsu2fj?si=AoWJBMC-RHymLN4xGzUxYw&pi=bsnsqVdESRucG

A dark, psychological thriller of twisted games, shocking betrayals where obsession meets deception and love is just another weapon.... a kind of love which doesn't just lingers... it haunts yet even in terror you can't escape craving it. ────── ⋆⋅ 𖤓 ⋅⋆ ────── He turns on his back completely, palms dropping to the vanity edge. Kisike liye ishq. Kisike liye mohabbat. Kisike liye uns. Kisike liye aadat. Kisike liye deewangi. Kisike liye ulfat. Kisike liye junoon. Kisike liye shiddat. Kisike liye sukoon. Kisike liye chahat. Kisike liye zarurat. Kisike liye ibadat." His body turned around slowly, as he moved towards, each word syncing with each steps. "Ishq... mohabbat... pyaar ke naam bahot hain... mayne bahot hain." Standing right before her, his gaze locked into hers as he leaned down to her eye level, "Alfaaz ki haisiyat hi kaha... jo mehram ko batin-e-kashmakash bayan kar sake." An unsettling madness dancing in his eyes, "Zimma uthaya hai haal-e-dil ka nigahon ne" Her body froze for a moment all, the running madness in his eyes like someone has injected it in his veins made her still, her body couldn't move all it could do was get drown into the ocean of his gaze. "Aur aapke liye kya hai?Ishq ya mohabbat?Uns ya aadat?Deewangi ya ulfat?Junoon ya shiddat?Sukoon ya chahat?Zarurat ya ibadat?" her voice steadier now but no less intense. He didn't blink, he leaned more, his breath ghosting over his lobes, with a wave of wind of his low breath, he whispered, "Sanak." ────── ⋆⋅ 𖤓 ⋅⋆ ────── (Mature content ahead! Reader's discretion is adviced)

She's all caffeine, sunshine, and a steady hand that can navigate the delicate pathways of the human heart. She saves lives by day and hums pop tunes by night, her bubbly exterior masking the fact that she's the most dangerous woman in the room-simply because she knows exactly where to cut. But there is one darkness even her brightest light cannot reach. He is a ghost, a ruthless shadow who turns the city's underworld into his private kingdom A man built of scars and silence. He has never known a soft touch, and he has never spared a soul who crossed his bloodline. She is a miracle in a coat He doesn't save lives, he ends them. They are opposites in every way , except for one thing both want to conquer, the world... but in different ways. What will happen when they both will meet ? Will they survive a marriage arranged by their grandparents? His ice queen 👑 Her protective king 👑

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𝑰 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆, 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕. ⋆ ── ⋆ ── ⋆ He looked at her, drained and desperate, his voice a quiet plea. "Just tell me now... what is all this?" For a moment, she stayed still, like silence was her last shield. Then she exhaled, broken and tired. "I tried to hide it," she said softly, "but you wouldn't let me." ⋆ ── ⋆ ── ⋆ Truths are louder than secrets, merciless, burning, and impossible to ignore. Kairav Goenka was on a quest for the truth that was far too dangerous for him. All of this was because of the girl he had fallen for. The questions she buried in silence continued to haunt him. She had tried to protect him, battling against silence, distance, and every ounce of strength she had left. Yet, she couldn't prevent him from stepping into her world, a world she had spent years trying to escape. Now the truth was waiting, and the real question was what would remain once it surfaced? Because some love stories don't unfold. They circle back and begin again. ***** This is NOT a standalone book.

"𝙏𝘦𝙧𝘪 𝙢𝘰𝙝𝘢𝙗𝘣𝙖𝘵 𝙢𝘦𝙞𝘯 𝙟𝘢𝙡𝘯𝙖 𝘣𝙝𝘪 𝙝𝘢𝙞 𝘈𝙪𝘳 𝙩𝘶𝙟𝘩𝙨𝘦 𝙗𝘢𝙘𝘩𝙠𝘦 𝙝𝘪 𝙘𝘩𝙖𝘭𝙣𝘢 𝙗𝘩𝙞 𝘩𝙖𝘪 𝙆𝘶𝙘𝘩 𝙧𝘢𝙣𝘨 𝙖𝘱𝙣𝘢 𝙗𝘢𝙙𝘢𝙡𝘯𝙖 𝘣𝙝𝘪 𝙝𝘢𝙞 𝘔𝙖𝘪𝙣𝘦 𝙙𝘩𝙖𝘭𝙣𝘢 𝙩𝘦𝙧𝘦 𝙧𝘢𝙣𝘨 𝙢𝘦𝙞𝘯 𝙝𝘢𝙞 𝘴𝙖𝘥𝙖𝘢" Arrange marriage trope x paranormal fantasy She was raised in a house where other people's love became her burden. Where betrayals she never caused still shattered her peace, where promises made by others left scars on her, and where chaos was inherited like blood. Arika learned early how to survive-how to be sharp, silent, and untouchable. The world sees an accomplished woman with a calm face and a perfect life. No one sees the war she carries home every night. she believed she is a bad omen. Then Samarth enters her life like something impossible-gentle where life was cruel, patient where she was guarded, and warm in all the places she had turned cold to survive. But some hearts are not afraid of love. They are afraid of what love will have to endure. As fate keeps pulling them together through chance meetings, tangled destinies, and unspoken longing, Arika must choose between protecting the man she loves from the wreckage created by others... or letting herself be loved for the first time. A story of longing, healing, and the kind of love that arrives softly after a lifetime of storms. Warning: This story contains intense paranormal themes, depictions of mental illness, emotional abuse, trauma, and references to self-harm.

"𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 : 𝐀 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐥 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬" consists of four Interconnected books. ⚠️𝚂𝚝𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚁𝚎𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 : 𝙵𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚟𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗, 𝚍𝚘𝚞𝚋𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚙𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚜. | 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 | ✧ᴀᴀʀᴀᴍʙʜ : ᴀ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏꜰ ꜰᴀᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ✧ ---𝕬 𝕽𝖊𝖇𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖍 𝕿𝖆𝖑𝖊--- She dreamed to be his family He destroyed her only dream. One impulsive decision and destiny laughed, Separating them, brutally. 𝐀𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐎𝐧𝐞, 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐎𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐌𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 Fate brought them together in same place, where, they left each other in the same way until, prophecy rang between divine walls, "𝗜𝘁𝗶𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗸𝗵𝘂𝗱 𝗸𝗼 𝗱𝗼𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗴𝗮" 𝗘𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝘂𝗿𝘀𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗗𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝘆 𝗼𝗿 𝗕𝗹𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗙𝗮𝘁𝗲, 𝗜𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗱, 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁𝘂𝗻𝗲.

Avery's senior year is turned upside down when a kiss with her older brothers' best friend ignites a forbidden relationship tangled in danger, heartbreak, and family secrets that could destroy everything. *** "Aiden..." I shake my head, eyes fixed anywhere but the gorgeous man next to me. His hand grips my chin tightly, just enough to make me avert my eyes to his. "You know you want this as much as I fucking do. I want you to be mine. I want to be the one to hold you and kiss you the one you go to whenever you're happy or fucking sad. But let it be me, let me fucking show you that it should be me." He glares, jaw tensing. ...... ©hessaherophinelove

🌌 Whisper's of Destiny 🌌 By @ashii_verse 🖤 "Some stories aren't meant to be told. They're meant to bleed through silence... and leave scars where no one sees." --- Avni. Soft. Subtle. Almost invisible to the world. But beneath her quiet grace lies a storm she's too afraid to name. She doesn't raise her voice. She doesn't ask for more. She simply exists - until he sees her. The man no one dares to look in the eye... yet she meets his gaze with trembling honesty. Rajveer. Sharp mind. Cold presence. A man who speaks less and controls more. He doesn't crave love. He craves silence, control, and order. But there's something about her - the way she lowers her eyes when he speaks, the way her fear doesn't hide her truth - that draws him in like a storm waiting to be unleashed. --- ❝ You look at me like I'm human, Avni... ❞ ❝ But I've spent my whole life making sure I'm not. ❞ ❝ And still... ❞ ❝ You make me want to be yours. ❞ --- This is not a love story. This is restraint and desire at war. A girl too soft for his world. A man too dangerous for hers. And a fate that ties them together - not gently, but violently. He doesn't know how to love. She doesn't know how to leave. And somewhere in the silence between them, something begins to burn... slowly, darkly, beautifully. ✨ Whisper's of Destiny - a haunting slow-burn of longing, power, and a love so quiet... it leaves nothing untouched. ---