Prologue: The sound of the ambulance sirens echoed through the night. Everything around me felt blurred. People were running. Someone was shouting for the doctors. The flashing lights were making it difficult for me to see anything clearly. But I could see him. Atharv. He was lying unconscious on the stretcher as the doctors rushed him towards the emergency room. A gunshot had changed everything. "ATHARV!" I ran behind the stretcher, tears continuously falling from my eyes. "Please... please, open your eyes." He didn't move. Not even once. One of the doctors tried to stop me before entering the emergency area. "Ma'am, please wait outside." I held onto the side of the stretcher for a moment, refusing to let go. "Atharv..." My voice broke. "You can leave me..." I swallowed the lump in my throat. "You can leave me whenever you want. You can hate me. You can blame me. You can walk away from me..." My tears wouldn't stop. "But please don't leave me like this." The doctors finally moved him inside. The doors slowly closed between us. I stood there, completely helpless. My hands were trembling. I stared at those closed doors as if staring hard enough could bring him back to me. "When I actually started loving you..." I whispered through my tears. "When I finally realised that you had become the most important person in my life..." My voice broke again. "You are leaving me like this?" I covered my face with my trembling hands. "Please, Atharv..." For the first time, I didn't care how weak I sounded. I didn't care who was watching. I just wanted him to come back. Because I had never imagined that the person who once walked into my life so unexpectedly... would one day become the person I would be terrified of losing. And that night... I realised that some love stories don't begin with a confession. Some begin with a wound, a thousand unanswered questions, and a promise that was never meant to be broken.

He traced the cold muzzle from my forehead, slowly dragging it down the bridge of my nose, past my lips, and resting it squarely against my chest, right over my hammering heart. "Tell me, Detective Shaiba," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "You had me in your sights. You had the power to end this entire 'Architect' mystery tonight. Why didn't you fire?" "I..." My voice failed me. I was shivering, not from the cold, but from the terrifying proximity of his heat. "I don't know." "You don't know," he echoed, a dark, dangerous hum in his throat. He leaned forward, his voice dropping into a low, predatory growl. "You have no idea what kind of thoughts are running through my mind right now, seeing you standing here at my mercy." My breath hitched. "W-what thoughts?" "Like how much I want to fuck you right here. Bare, exposed, and completely at my mercy," he said, the words blunt and shocking. He pinned me against the the car, the weight of his body crushing the air from my lungs. _________________________________________ "Sometimes life takes sudden turns, doesn't it?" Destiny has a cruel way of forcing us to face the very things we've spent years avoiding. For Naina, life was supposed to be about goals and a fresh start. But you can't outrun a shadow that has been following you for five years. The boy who once ruled the school now rules the city's underworld. He has returned as a ghost of ruin, and he's not here to negotiate. He's here to claim the only thing he never truly let go of. This is a journey of obsession, deception, and hidden truths: The Past: A game of hearts where the hunter became the prey. The Present: A detective hunting for the truth, only to realize she's been the target all along. Will Naina solve the mystery of her lost love, or will she be swallowed by the dark intensity of the man she once knew? In a game of separation and reunion, will destiny grant them a happy ending, or are they destined to remain a tragic memory?

Somewhere between school bells, unfinished conversations, and feelings neither of them could explain, something changed. Tarini never knew what to call it. Kayaansh never gave it a name. Years later, they meet again. Older. Different. But with the same question still left unanswered. What were we?

'Fuck you,' I breathed, pulling away from the kiss, searching his eyes. He was enjoying it. 'If you keep saying that, maybe you will someday,' he teased, his fingers going into the waistband. Feeling his smooth, long fingers on the skin of my pussy sent shockwaves through my body. He was staring at me, watching my every reaction, and I dared not to look away. I won't give him the satisfaction that I'm enjoying this. 'Feisty, huh?' he taunted, before his fingers slipped to my folds. I could feel my wetness coating his fingers, and I hated myself for getting so wet because of him. ──── ୨୧ ──── Four years ago, he shattered her dignity with a joke at a pool party Not just anyone - her brother's best friend. At fifteen, heartbroken and humiliated by Nolan Delacroix, Liselle left for Spain on a scholarship. Now nineteen, she's older, colder, and has no interest in making peace, especially not with him. She was supposed to spend her last summer in Spain, soaking in the sun with friends. But thanks to her mum's honeymoon plans, she's forced to return home -well to Nolan's home. Living under their roof she's determined to ignore him. Until his swim partner gets injured. Until he begs her to help train for the biggest swimming competition in Spain. She says no then she says yes. Hate turns out to be a really good motivator. So does lust. They agree to keep it physical, a distraction for the summer. Just skin to skin. But the water isn't the only thing heating up. Tension rises, so do the feelings she thought she buried. She swears she hates him, and he swears he hates her, then why can't they keep their hands off each other? Now, Liselle is torn between the country that freed her and the boy who ignites everything. She must decide: Will she dive into the past or swim toward the future? 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐄: ❥mature/sexual themes/smut ❥alcohol references ❥language Started- July 19th, Finished- July 31st

What happens when destiny hitches the good looking, nerdy bad boy with the sweet and shy, keeping her head low type of girl. Arjun Kapoor is 22 years old and is pursuing MBA to take over his father's business. He is the college heart throb but also the topper. He is everything that a girl might want in a guy, from personality, to the charms. He goes to college but also gives time to his office and should be all ready to handle it by the time he'll be done with his studies. Samyra Khanna, on the other hand is kinda girl who doesn't enjoy attention and prefers staying low key. She is 20 years old and is doing BBA. All she wants is to pass the three years of her college staying low but will it really happen when her path is intertwined with that of Arjun's, the person whose mere name is enough to grab attention, by destiny and by their parents? To find out more about them, join them in their journey. Started on 4th November, 2021.

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•

𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐦𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐮𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬 🤍 𝐈'𝐦 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𝐈 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐮 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐮𝐫𝐝𝐮 𝐬𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐭.. 𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭 & 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫... 𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐤 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭...✨🌷 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐞 𝐊𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥..( 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐔𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐀𝐡𝐦𝐚𝐝);- Peer-e-Kamil ki kahani Imama Hashim aur Salar Sikandar ki zindagi par mabni hai. Imama sach ki talash mein Islam qabool karti hai, jabke Salar ek bohat intelligent magar be-maqsad larka hota hai. Mushkil halat aur roohani safar ke baad Salar Allah ki taraf rujoo karta hai. Novel ka paigham hai ke 𝐚𝐬𝐚𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐲𝐚𝐛𝐢 𝐀𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐡 𝐤𝐢 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢.....

"He was a secret paid for in blood. Now, he's the debt no one can escape." They call the Alliance a place where spring never ends, a city washed in honeyed sunlight, where every dream seems to bloom. But every spring, no matter how beautiful, grows from a winter someone had to survive. Some people grow up with memories they hold close. Others spend their lives wishing they had any at all. Vyaan never had the luxury of choosing which kind of childhood would become his. Everyone has a version of themselves they leave in public. Vyaan has simply gotten better at it than most. The person people know isn't a lie, it just isn't the whole truth. He has no interest in the games the powerful mistake for purpose. He's simply waiting, as patient as the first snowflake before a storm. Seasons always change. Masks always crack. Even the longest spring eventually forgets how to bloom. And when that day comes, winter won't arrive with the wind. It will arrive with Vyaan Raheja.

𝗛𝗶𝘀 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗳𝘂𝗹 𝗣𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻 💋 (Dark Mafia Romance | 18+) "Tum mujhe giraane aayi thi na, Officer Sana Sharma? Par ab dekho... tum mere hi samne khadi ho, mere hi shartoon par jee rahi ho. Aur jis reham ki tum bheek mang rahi ho na, woh meri dictionary mein hai hi nahi." Sana Sharma is a weapon wrapped in a uniform. Fearless, sharp, and fiercely dedicated, she has spent years chasing the ultimate ghost of the criminal underworld-Rudra Malhotra. He is not just a criminal; he is the undisputed King of the Underworld. A ruthless billionaire who rules through terror, blood, and absolute control. Sana's mission was simple: infiltrate, expose, and destroy his empire. But you don't play tag with the devil without getting burned. When a high-stakes sting operation goes deadly wrong, Sana finds herself betrayed, trapped, and stripped of her authority. Instead of putting handcuffs on Rudra, she finds them locked around her own wrists. She becomes a prisoner in his heavily guarded fortress-completely at the mercy of the man she swore to destroy. Rudra doesn't kill her. Death is too easy. Instead, he chooses a more twisted punishment: total possession. Behind closed doors, a dangerous psychological war begins. Sana fights to keep her sanity and her morals, while Rudra stops at nothing to break her fierce spirit and claim every single part of her. But as the line between hatred and a dark, sinful obsession begins to blur, both realize that this game will only end when one of them is completely destroyed. This story contains highly mature, dark, and explicit themes that are not suitable for all audiences. Reader discretion is strictly advised. Enemies-to-Lovers (Ultimate clash of duty vs. desire) Captor x Captive tropes Dark Mafia Romance with high intensity "Mujhe barbad karna chahte ho na? Toh yaad rakhna Rudra Malhotra, is maut ke khel mein tumhari jeet kabhi nahi hogi." ---

𝑹𝑼𝑫𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑺𝑯: 𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝑨𝑭𝑰𝑨 𝑯𝑼𝑺𝑩𝑨𝑵𝑫🖤 [𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 | 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐱𝐁𝐨𝐲 | 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭 | 𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞] One reckless night. One dangerous man. And Aarav's entire life changed forever. When 22-year-old 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐯 𝐕𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚, tired of his toxic home and his father's constant hatred, goes to a club to escape reality, he never expects to end up in the bed of 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞, the cold, ruthless 26-year-old underworld boss of the powerful Rathore Mafia Syndicate. What was supposed to be just a one-night stand turns into a dangerous obsession when Rudransh discovers that Aarav is the son of the man who owes a massive debt to his empire. Now trapped in Rudransh's luxurious world, Aarav must survive the dark possessiveness of a mafia husband who doesn't ask... he claims. While Rudransh, who never believed in love or attachment, finds himself unable to let go of the calm, mature boy who quietly challenges his control. In a world full of blood, power, and secrets... Can a gentle heart survive the mafia's ruthless grip? Or will the devil fall for the one thing he was never supposed to want? A story of raw desire, painful pasts, fierce possessiveness, and unexpected love.