"I DON'T WANT ANY SELFISH WOMAN AROUND MY CHILD!" Rudra roared, the glass shattering in his fist. "STOP IT, RUDRA," Siya said softly, tears brimming in her eyes. "I LOVE HIM... I WOULD NEVER HURT YOUR REYANSH." "DON'T SHOW ME THOSE FAKE TEARS OF YOURS!" he snapped, voice sharp like a blade, slamming his fist into the wall with a thud that echoed through the room. "YOU THINK I CAN'T SEE THROUGH THAT INNOCENT ACT? THAT SOFTNESS? IT'S ALL A LIE, ISN'T IT?" Siya dropped to her knees, heart breaking. "IT'S NOT ABOUT REYANSH, RUDRA... IT'S ABOUT YOU... YOU NEEDED LOVE, RUDRA." . . . ╰┈➤Rudra Singhania - a six-foot-tall man, breathtakingly handsome and steamingly hot, with a presence that commands attention. Grumpy as hell, CEO of Singhania Group of Industries Pvt. Ltd., recently returned from London. A man carved from ice and fire, he's a single parent to little Reyansh - just a few months old - trying to balance towering empires with tiny cries. He hates women, hates emotions, and despises the very idea of letting a nanny or any woman near his baby. ╰┈➤Siya Sharma - a beautiful, cheerful girl with a heart full of dreams and the weight of responsibilities on her shoulders. Daughter to a single mother and a protective elder sister, she balances her 4th year of architecture with the chaos of life. What she never saw coming was becoming the unexpected nanny to Rudra Singhania's baby - a twist of fate that would change everything. Two opposites. One roof. A child in between. Will Siya ever be more than just a nanny in Rudra's eyes? Will Reyansh open his heart to her? And will Rudra finally let love touch the parts of him he's buried deep?

what happens when a widow since 8 years gets married again? A girl who had many scars on her soul from her past , who was thrashed out by society for being a Widow, for being atheist , for her skintone , who was slut shamed by society which included her own family A girl who was just a bad omen for society was again married her life which was colorless was again filled with uncomfortable colors , a girl who's dreams were crushed in young age and were bounded by terms of society she was Ambika Shukla but whom she was married ? she was married to a single father , A heartsurgeon who's was famous for fixing people's life , the consoler of heart , but was his really life fixed ? yes for society for him it was burried in his fake smile and charm he used to show people around him since the day he got his child in his life , he vanished his past and burried under his blood , his child was his life and his family he lived for them - Hriday Oberio so what Will happens when these two broken souls meet each other? who will fix whom or will they become more tangled

He was her Destiny She became his Desire He vanished all her scars leaving his marks on them. She was the only thing he desired.

She met him on the worst night of her life. At a police station. Shaking. Broken. Unheard. Trisha thought monsters looked like criminals. She was wrong. Vish doesn't save people. He studies them. He dissects fear. He understands the exact moment a person begins to depend on the very thing destroying them. When their worlds collide, it isn't love at first sight. It's control. It's obsession. It's a slow tightening of invisible chains. He doesn't touch her at first. He doesn't need to. Because the most dangerous cages aren't made of iron - they're built inside the mind. And by the time Trisha realizes she's trapped, she's no longer sure she wants to escape.

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐱 𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆 She once dreamed of marrying Him. Not for revenge. Not for hatred. But for love. Love from that childhood. Genuine. Pure. Until the night that changed everything. Years later, she returns with a heart full of scars and a plan carefully built on betrayal. She will marry him, step into his world, and watch it crumble from the inside. But Vedang doesn't see an enemy. He only see his Littlehead, whom he thought he lost years ago. Without knowing the truth behind her identity, he finds himself helplessly drawn to her-obsessed, captivated, and hopelessly in love. And every time he calls her "little head," something from past threatens to break the wall. Because revenge is simple. But loving the man you swore to destroy... is not. But by the time the truth surfaces and He founds his family member's murderer. You all will ask- who destroyed whom? NYRA DHAWAN x VEDANG SINGHANIA

𝘼 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠 𝙛𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙮𝙩𝙖𝙡𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙖 𝙥𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙤𝙧 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙥𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙨𝙨. _⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠__⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_⁠_ "P please hel help me, I I need you...please!" Her voice was getting impatient as she was continuously struggling to get rid of her clothes. By grabbing her waist, I pulled her closer to me. With a smirk I leaned down and whispered in her ear "So you want me to fvck you, right?" She was restlessly looking at me as if she don't know what was happening to her, but at this moment, she really needed me. "Are you sure, fireheart? As you are already bleeding! And If I started, I won't stop until I ruin you completely." I added. "I I need you, please." The only words she could barely manage to Say. As I heard those words from her mouth, I pressed her against the wall and started eating her delicate lips brutally! _______ What happens when one night's mistake becomes the most horrible reality of someone's whole life ? Choosing him was not her destiny and leaving her was not his consent, in the game of hatred... Will love make it's way ? In the extent of his darkness, will she be able to become light or will lost herself in his dark world ? Read on to know more!!!

"Marry Vinay, Aradhya," Aradhya's soon-to-be brother-in-law said. "Today itself, on this very wedding altar- marry him." His words didn't sound like a joke at all. "Mujhe aise mazak pasand nahi." [I don't like such jokes.] "Mai majak kar bhi nahi raha hoon." Shivang replied. "Aapko kya lagta hai, aapke kehne par mai jhat se raazi ho jaungi? Bhuliye mat, ki aap mere behan ke hone wale pati ke alawa- mere kuch aur nahi lagte." [Do you really think I'll agree so easily just because you said so? Don't forget, apart from being my sister's soon-to-be husband, you are nothing to me.] With a smirk, Shivang said, "Aur mai kahu ki tum khud apni marzi se shadi ke liye raazi hogi... toh?" [And what if I say that you'll agree to this marriage willingly?] Aradhya frowned in confusion. "Kya... kya matlab hai aapka?" [What... what do you mean?] Shivang's face remained blank as he said, "Vinay se shadi karo, warna mai tumhari behan se shadi tod dunga." [Marry Vinay, or I will break off my marriage with your sister.] A few moments later, Aradhya finally spoke. "Thik hai, mai karungi aapke dost se shadi. Par pehle meri shartein toh sunlijiye... jija ji." [Fine. I'll marry your friend. But first, listen to my conditions... brother-in-law.] She said the last words with extra emphasis. --- A little later, Aradhya entered the temple. And there, standing in front of her, was Vinay. The moment he saw her, he lowered his eyes, as if guilt was written all over his face. He stepped forward and held his hand out for her. But when Aradhya didn't take it, Vinay said softly, "Tham lo, marte dam tak nahi chhorunga- hath bhi aur sath bhi." [Hold my hand. I won't leave you till my last breath-neither your hand, nor your side.] For the first time, Aradhya looked straight into Vinay's eyes. ___________________________________________ Go ahead!! • Started- 22 August 2024

𝐘𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐗 𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐀 | 30 𝐗 19 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬. 𝐀 𝐰𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞. ​ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫, 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐚 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐮𝐩 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐢𝐦. ​ 𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤-𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲, 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐛𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬-𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐞, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥. 𝐍𝐨𝐰, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐚𝐧-𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧. 𝐀 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐲. 𝐀 𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐨, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡. ​​" 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫... 𝐚𝐧𝐝

Samrat had Vaidehi pinned between himself and the wall. There was no softness in his grip-only a dangerous kind of intensity that felt more like possession than love. He kept kissing her again and again, as if he had completely lost control over himself.

" 𝐙𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐫 𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐨𝐡𝐨𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐢 𝐡𝐚𝐢, 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐣𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐦 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐤𝐚 𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐦𝐤𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢" ⎯ Zoravar Singh Ahlawat♚ ❣ °•○●°•○●°•○●°•○●☆(◕‿◕✿)☆●○•°●○•°●○•°●○•° ❣ "𝐀𝐚𝐩𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐟 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢! 𝐎𝐫 𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐩𝐮𝐫𝐢 𝐝𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐮𝐬𝐤𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐝𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐞𝐠𝐢" ⎯ Eshvika Sharma♛ . . . . . . . . . . . . . Do Not Copy My Work! Read trigger warning before reading the book. ❣