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"𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦" ................ "Y-you're married?" It wasn't a question. It was a statement, spoken like an acknowledgment of something he didn't want to believe. Sayantika lifted her head, her face a mask of indifference, while Vedikaa looked up at both of them, confusion etched into her young features. "Were. I was married." Her voice was steady, emotionless. She gripped Vedikaa's hand and began to walk away, but Abhiansh, desperate for answers, grabbed her wrist, halting her steps. The touch sent a shock through them both, years of unsaid words trapped in that single gesture. She turned back, her gaze falling to his hand on her wrist, then lifting to meet his eyes. "It would be better if you left my hand, Mr. Shakhawat. You're here for your work," she said coldly, her words like ice. With a sharp jerk, she freed herself from his grip, and walked away, leaving him to collapse under the weight of everything left unspoken. As she disappeared from view, a broken whisper slipped from his lips. "I'm sorry, Sayantika." ***** Abhiansh Shekhawat was the IG officer who came to investigate a case about a murder,but what happened when he saw the woman he loves more than himself as the widow and the mother of the 4 years old Nahhh!!!! There is still many things to be unfold It's not only a love story....

✨ Saiyaara 2: Taaron mai ek tanha taara✨ A Fanfiction Sequel to the Film "Saiyaara" Characters adapted from the original movie They promised to love each other... forever. But what happens when memories start slipping away faster than they can be made? Newlyweds Vaani and Krish are just beginning to embrace the beauty of married life-tentative steps into a new chapter, full of quiet affection and hopeful beginnings. But their fairytale is shadowed by a truth they can no longer ignore: Vaani's Alzheimer's is progressing... and fast. As her health deteriorates, so does Krish's strength to keep holding everything together. Every forgotten moment becomes a knife. Every breakdown-a test of his love. And amidst it all, Mahesh, Vaani's ex...his presence, begins to question if their love is worth the pain it's causing. When fate pushes them to the brink of life and death, will their love survive the silence between forgotten memories and unbearable truths?

❝𝗛𝗢𝗧 𝗛𝗔𝗧𝗥𝗘𝗗 𝗔𝗡𝗗 𝗕𝗨𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗥𝗘𝗦❞ 𝘿𝙚𝙫𝙞𝙤𝙪𝙨. 𝙈𝙖𝙣𝙞𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚. 𝙎𝙞𝙣𝙛𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙮 𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙧𝙖𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚. Amaria Gonzalez isn't the kind of woman you run from-she's the kind you never see coming. Raised to kill and trained to seduce, she moves through shadows with blood on her hands and a smile on her lips. Weapons don't scare her. Screams don't faze her. She doesn't hesitate. She doesn't regret. She was made to destroy-and she does it beautifully. 𝙍𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙡𝙚𝙨𝙨. 𝙄𝙧𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙗𝙡𝙚. 𝙐𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙪𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚. Draped in custom Armani, black shoes polished to a mirror shine, and a confidence carved from blood and legacy-Matteo Romano doesn't walk into rooms, he owns them. The boss of the Italian Mafia, his name alone silences crowds and commands fear. Cruel with purpose and cold by design, he has no use for weakness... and no tolerance for defiance. When Amaria's uncle, the ruthless Spanish Mafia's ruler, assigns her on a dangerous mission to assassinate Matteo undercover as a maid, Amaria has no choice but to oblige. ── ✦ ── 𝗧𝗪: Book contains mature topics, including: violence, sexual themes/sex scenes, abuse, trauma, rape/sexual assault and suicide mention. If these topics make you uncomfortable or upset, I advice you not to read. 𝗧𝗥𝗢𝗣𝗘𝗦: • Strong female lead • He falls first, he falls harder • Enemies to lovers • Billionaire x maid • Mafia boss x assassin • Forbidden love

In a world where fame and mystery collide, one idol finds himself captivated by the enigmatic actress, Y/N. Beautiful, graceful, and adored by millions, she hides a terrifying secret-her life is ruled by a twisted disorder, splitting her into different personalities. From a sweet and loving star to a cold, vengeful psycho driven by bloodlust, Y/N's mind is a battleground. Her darkest persona, known only to a select few, hunts those who trigger her, leaving destruction in her wake. Taehyung, a famous idol, is drawn to Y/N's allure, unaware of the dangers lurking beneath her smile. But when the truth about her multiple personalities comes to light, he is torn between love and fear. Will he be able to save her from herself, or will her obsession with vengeance destroy them both? In a world where every secret has a price and love is a dangerous game, Taehyung must face the ultimate question: Can someone like Y/N, consumed by revenge and darkness, ever find true love? Or will her bloodthirsty obsessions lead them to an inescapable end? The question remains-will Y/N ever recover from her haunted past, or is she doomed to live in the shadows of her own mind?

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The Russian mafia boss, who is engaged to a woman he can't stand, and a woman who works for the Criminal Investigation Department as an agent and a forensic pathologist. Two people from different worlds meet in a dark alleyway; fate does its work and connects their lives together. ____________ "I know you all are curious," he began, his Russian accent thick and unmistakable. "But the only thing you need to remember is that this beautiful woman," his hand rested possessively on my shoulder, "is Eleanor Morozov." His eyes swept over the room, challenging anyone to dispute his claim. "But most importantly, she is mine." "Every word that comes out of her mouth," he says, his voice echoing through the cavernous room, "will hold as much power and meaning as my own. You disrespect her," he pauses, his gaze sweeping over each man, "you die. You look down at her, you die. You think of her in any way but as my equal, you die, and the process will be... unpleasant." Vlad takes his seat beside me, his hand resting casually on the arm of the chair. "Now that we have that cleared up, let's continue what we're here for."