He shut every door of hope for her... only to become the last door she could knock on. Kanak Agarwal, an Indian Army Captain, is accused of betraying her country, an accusation that costs the nation its finest officer, Captain Shashwat Rajvansh. Hated and misunderstood since childhood, judged by everyone she ever met, Kanak still chose to rise, and to prove herself. Now, trapped under the weight of humiliation and false accusations, she struggles to keep herself from drowning. Just when she tries to surface, there is a hand that pushes her back into the depths... Vihaan Mittal, a reputed lawyer chosen to fight the case against her. Having recently faced the brutal truth about his own father, Vihaan's faith in human nature has shattered completely. Regretting the mistake of trusting his father once again, he vows never to trust a snake twice. To him, people do not change, they only learn how to hide better. Vihaan feels foolish for ever believing in redemption. And when he watches his brother drown in guilt after losing his best friend, Vihaan decides to deliver justice.

She wasn't just a child, She was a miracle. Born after generations of prayers and silent yearning, Tejo arrived like the dawn after a long night in the mighty Suryavanshi dynasty. A family built on strength, pride, love and tradition found its heart softened by a pair of tiny hands and eyes that held galaxies. She was their light, their laughter, their moon wrapped in stardust. Even the sternest of men melted before her innocent smile, their proud heads bowed to the little girl who unknowingly ruled them all. But fate, ever watching, never plays fair. One night everything changed. One moment, giggles, blessings and love filled the air. The next, silence. A cruel twist no one saw coming, no one could stop. The light vanished. Just like that. Gone. No warning. No goodbye. Just a void so deep it swallowed the entire family. The Suryavanshis, once unshaken and mighty, crumbled under the weight of their grief. Her absence became a shadow that haunted every sunrise, her name a whisper too sacred to speak aloud. Years went by. Time moved forward, but hearts stayed frozen in the moment she left. And then... the winds shifted again. Tejo returned, no longer the pampered princess she once was. At a young age, she faced countless emotional hardships, far away from the warmth of her family one she didn't even know existed. Life tested her in ways she could never have imagined. But beneath the surface of her silent pain, she found strength. Hiding her emotional wounds behind a calm exterior, she grew resilient not just for herself, but for the unbreakable bond she formed along the way. That bond became her anchor, her reason to keep moving forward. This is the story of Tejo, a girl destined to shine, who found her light even in the darkest of times. Take a deeper look into her journey, one of pain, strength, family and love.......✍️🏻❤

✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯ She walks like royalty. He moves like a storm. She commands courtrooms with fire. He rules boardrooms in silence. She hides pain behind sharp words. He buries his behind calm eyes. She trusts no one. He lets no one close. She is rage wrapped in grace. He is restraint edged with danger. She used to laugh. He used to be the reason. . . . . RITIKA SINGH RATHORE Born into Rajasthan's most powerful royal family, Ritika is the pampered princess. But she is a Queen of her own world by strength and sheer will. A fierce lawyer feared in courtrooms, her silence is sharper than most screams. But behind that cold brilliance is a past steeped in blood and betrayal. She used to be the third-in-command of the Indian underworld, but now she doesn't even look at that direction. ADWAIT SINGHANIA A self-made billionaire forged by pain, Adwait rose from the ashes of a brutal past. He thinks like a strategist, moves like a soldier and trusts no one with his heart. He is only cheerful around his family and for others, he is nothing more than a silent storm. Once the second-in-command of India's deadliest crime syndicate, he has now cut ties with the crime world. Reason? No one knows. They were once each other's biggest supporter and secret keeper. Until one night shattered it all. Yet, years later, fate throws them together again. Not as friends. Not as enemies. But as two people bound by a past that refuses to die. Because the past isn't done with them yet. Enemies are watching. Alliances are shifting. And every heartbeat draws them deeper into a war they thought they had left behind. This isn't just a second chance. It's a collision course. This is not a love story, not yet. This is a battlefield and their hearts are the most dangerous weapons of all. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫

𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 MEET 𝐌𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐡𝐠𝐚𝐥 I hate you, Jinal Thakur," he growled, gripping her wrist, his breath hot against her lips. "I hate you so much..." he whispered before crushing his mouth against hers out of pure jealousy. "I hate you too, Mr. Sehgal," she spat back, slapping him with trembling hands... and a heart that betrayed her words. And yet... It didn't stop him from doing the deed he was about to do. _________________________________ 𐙚⋆°｡⋆♡ A dark, intense love story.

The Past Returns They believed the storm had passed. They believed the battles had been won. They believed the foundations of Magadha would stand unshakable. King Rudra and Queen Chandralekha. Their sons. Their kingdom and their legacy. Everything appeared invincible. For years they had fought and bled. For years they had built an empire that made Aryavarta tremble and now, standing atop the heights of their power, it seemed they finally possessed everything they had ever desired. A united family. Loyal subjects. Fearsome armies. And heirs capable of carrying their legacy into the future. But destiny has never been kind to those who grow comfortable because there exists one truth older than kings. Older than kingdoms and older than time itself. The past never dies. It waits patiently and silently watching from the shadows, waiting for the perfect moment to return. And when it does- It never asks for permission. Far away, hidden beneath layers of forgotten years and buried memories, something stirred. Something Rudra and Chandralekha believed they had left behind long ago. Something they had convinced themselves no longer mattered. Something they had buried beneath blood, war, and the relentless march of time. A mistake or carelessness whatever you can call it. A decision taken years ago. One that neither he nor Chandralekha had ever imagined would return. Yet fate remembers what men choose to forget. And now... the debt of the past was coming due. Destiny had already begun moving its pieces and with every passing day the invisible noose tightened. Until one day... The truth would stand before the gates of Magadha itself demanding answers, justice and payment. Old wounds were reopening. Forgotten secrets were threatening to awake. And somewhere beyond the horizon... The shadow of the past had begun its journey home. The age of consequences was about to begin. And for the first time in many years... The throne of Magadha would tremble.

#𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 3 𝐨𝐟 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐗 𝐌𝐘𝐑𝐀) "𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐠𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧." 💗 𝑴𝒚𝒓𝒂 𝑹𝒂𝒋 was born into a name the world feared and paid the price for sins she never committed. Now, far away from the ruins of her past, she wants only one thing: a life where she is no longer someone's bloodline, but simply herself. 𝑯𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝑽𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 lives in the shadows of duty and discipline. He protects, he watches and he keeps his distance because some lines are never meant to be crossed. When their worlds intertwine, trust becomes their only refuge. But in a life where danger lingers and truths remain hidden, their bond will be tested in ways neither of them are prepared for. One forbidden love. One fragile healing. One protector who was never meant to be hers. 📚✨ 𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬! 🙏 📖 𝐊𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐝, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮-𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐭! 💖

This is a fanfiction story based on the popular Hindi TV series of CID which was my childhood days one of the best shows. I recently added two stories on two hot favourite CID officers, Daya Sir and Sachin Sir, where I tried to give them a happy ending with their respective partners, Shree Madam and Kajal Madam. From there I developed an idea where CID can end in this note. It is purely my imagination and no resemblance with the TV series named "CID: season 2". Here I want to give a sad and unexpected twisted end to the story. I hope the fans of CID will not be disappointed with it. Here all my popular jodis will be repeated, like Avirika, Sajal, Garb, Puvin, Ishant, Panti, Daya-Shree and others. However, here the character of Shreya Madam will be incorporated into as she will play a pivotal role here. I got the idea from watching some scenes of CID: season 2. Mind it, being a CID series, it has violence and blood shed incorporated. So read it properly. (For 18+) The images courtesy: Google Chrome, Pinterest and YouTube. Starting date @ January, 2026 Copyright ©️ infringement is punishable offence. Copyright ©️ is mine. #2 in Daya among 3.41 stories #1 in Sachin among 1.12 stories #1in Vivek among 336 stories

Harman's world is small, just him and his little daughter Purvi. Being a single father isn't easy, but Purvi's giggles, stubbornness, and tiny hugs make every struggle worth it. She is his whole universe... his reason to smile after every exhausting day. Their life is simple, chaotic, and full of adorable father-daughter moments... until Anchal enters their lives. Anchal, a girl from Bihar, comes to the city looking for a fresh start. Carrying insecurities about her weight and constantly doubting herself, she rents a room in Harman's house as a paying guest. What she doesn't expect... is a tiny tornado named Purvi. Within days, Purvi claims Anchal as her person....dragging her into bedtime stories, snack time, and kindergarten dramas. Soon the quiet house is filled with laughter, playful arguments, and Purvi's daily complaints about her class rival Rihan. As days pass, the line between tenant and family slowly fades. Harman begins to notice how the house feels warmer when Anchal is around. Purvi has already made up her mind... But Anchal still believes she is only temporary in their lives. Between adorable childhood rivalries, heartfelt moments, and unexpected laughter, this story is about love finding its way into the most unexpected home. A heartwarming romance-comedy filled with cute chaos, healing hearts, and one little girl who might just be the best matchmaker of all. #indian 1 #romance 2

Avni Srinivasan, Special Investigation Officer. Sharp eyes. Sharper instincts. She handles high-profile cases involving corruption, political scandals, and organized crime. When the stakes are high and the truth is buried deep, they send her in. She's the kind of officer who doesn't flinch at threats, doesn't bend to power. Smart. Sophisticated. Intimidating in the best way. She lives by facts, not feelings. Viraj Kapoor. The country's biggest superstar. An actor with a magnetic screen presence and a real-life charm that makes headlines. Rich, adored, and constantly surrounded by flashing cameras and screaming fans. Their worlds couldn't be more different. He lives in the limelight. She lives in shadows. But fate doesn't care. A scandal breaks out. A threat hidden behind fame and glitter. And somehow, Viraj becomes a person of interest in a case that could shake the industry. Avni is assigned the case. He's not guilty-but he's in danger. Now, they're tied together. Not by choice, but by circumstance. She doesn't care about his fame. He's never met anyone who didn't. She wants facts. He's hiding truths. Sparks fly-some of tension, some of something else. She's built walls. He's built a persona. And neither of them is ready for what's coming next. Yours to series #3 Fake dating Forced proximity Celebrity X Officer Single father Bodyguard romance He fell first and she fell harder

This is a third fanfiction story about a lovely couple of CID, Avijit Sir and Tarika Madam, based on the popular Hindi serial, CID. It is after my two fanfictions on Daya-Shree and Sajal. I am writing two more fan-fictions on Vivaan and Puvin later. However this story ends when Tarika Madam comes back from Pennsylvania as the later part was already written by me in my Daya-Shree and Sajal love stories. Kindly read it properly along with my other love stories to understand it properly. Avijit Sir, with a dreadful past that he had forgotten completely and Tarika Madam, a bubbly and cheerful girl, compliments each other. They loved each other madly but to be united needed to wait patiently for 12 long years. With the help of a complete stranger, our Shree Madam they got united and later married. They got attracted to each other and all knows about them. Even our ACP Sir gives them blessings. Then why do they need so much time to be united? What did break them? Why Avijit Sir sacrifice his love for his Tarikaji for his best friend Daya Sir? How the later wife of Daya Sir becomes his sister and unites him once more with Tarika Madam? Kindly remember, this is a fanfiction which is not like the original CID serial where Avirika is still struggling at CID season 2. It contains some cute and tender moments between them but not more than that. I don't want to demean their characters a bit as Avijit Sir, is like a brother-figure to myself, too. And the die hard Abhirika fans who will just come to indicate about my spelling mistake of his name (as to me he is Avijit, not Abhijit) I am not giving cute scenario on every chapter, kindly excuse my story. I want to show the inner turmoil of their love story, not decipher the mystery and romantic side of them. Images courtesy: Google Chrome, Pinterest and YouTube.