SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

✧____________(⁠✯⁠ᴗ⁠✯⁠)_____________✧ 🪷 "Her innocent king" season 2 "🪷 "You never told me... you're a billionaire and the CEO of a law firm," Ishaan's voice cracked, pain hidden behind those calm, cat-like eyes. Aaniya stepped closer, her hand pressing over his heart, her lips barely above a whisper "Because I was me... and your lover... every second I was with you," she said, her words a mixture of truth, fire, and regret. "You should find someone of your status... not a simple, ordinary orphan doctor," he said quietly, his voice steady but his eyes betraying the storm inside. Aaniya stepped closer, her heels echoing softly against the marble floor, a dangerous smile curving her lips. "No one can match your status, muffin," she whispered, her gaze locking into his. "And my choice... is never ordinary." Her fingers brushed his jaw, tilting his face toward her. "Muffin," she breathed, her tone melting between challenge and confession,"I am yours... and you are mine. And I will do anything to make sure the world knows it. ""You kept me in the dark for six months, Aaniya," Ishaan said, his voice breaking as he looked at her one last time. "I can't trust you anymore... and I don't love you. We're no more friends." He turned away before the tremor in his voice could betray the ache in his chest. Aaniya didn't move. She just smiled softly, painfully as her heart bled behind that calm face. "But I do, muffin," she whispered. He froze at the door, his throat tightening, tears burning behind his eyes. He swallowed hard... and walked away. And for the first time, the woman who never lost a case, lost the only heart she ever wanted to win. © 2025 Kaashi Kaashi. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form without the prior written permission of the author. November 13, 2025

_COMPLETED_ #1 in HATE Series Cover credit :- @Khizra_creationz **Warning:- THIS BOOK IS IN HINDI AND ENGLISH AND TILL NOW I HAVEN'T EDITED IT, SO IF YOU ARE COMFORTABLE WITH THIS, YOU CAN READ THIS BOOK, AND ONE MORE THING, MY GRAMMER SUCKS, SO IF YOU ARE READY, YOU CAN PROCEED** Top Rankings #1 in iloveyou #1 in withoutyou #1 in noonelovesme #1 in wattpadindianawards #1 in mayaali #1 in ihateyou #1 in lovehatestory #1 in ahadrazamir #8 in emotional Nafrat ki kahani, Viraaj or Myra ki zabaani.... "I hate u." He said in anger. "I love u." She whispered, but he was too late to catch it. "U know what no one can love u. Becoz u r not meant to be loved." His voice was lacing with disgust. "I know." She replied, her eyes were now full of tears. He also thinks her like them. Love is what she always craved for but didn't get. Love is what he always gave but never thought to hate her. "Plz let me live. Plz go away from my life Myra. I don't want u. Why don't u just understand this little thing?" He pleaded. "If u want that... As u wish... I will go. But plz sign on these papers." She asked and saw him with pain in her eyes. "what is this?" He asked looking at her eyes but couldn't see her pain. "U will come to know. Sign this and I will go forever from ur life." She said and smiled at him. ... ... ... Pyaar agar samandar hai, to nafrat uski gehrayi hai... "I Hate Your Existence" will take u to the rollercoaster, so grab ur seatbelts and get started. Dont judge this book without reading it. Thank u. Show ur support. Click the + button and add this book on ur library. Started:- 14/02/2020 Completed:- 11/05/2020

ʜᴇ ʜᴇʟᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴏᴡɴ, ꜰᴜᴄᴋᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ꜱᴏ ᴅᴇᴇᴘ ᴛʜᴇ ʜᴇᴀᴅʙᴏᴀʀᴅ ᴋɴᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀɢᴀɪɴꜱᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟ. ʜᴇ ᴡʜɪꜱᴘᴇʀᴇᴅ ꜰɪʟᴛʜ ɪɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴇᴀʀ ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ʀᴀɢɢᴇᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴛʜꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ᴛɪɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍᴇᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʜᴏᴡ ɴᴏᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ʜᴇʀ ᴀɢᴀɪɴ. "ʏᴏᴜ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴍᴀᴅᴇ ꜰᴏʀ ᴍᴇ" ʜᴇ ꜱɴᴀʀʟᴇᴅ. "ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ʙᴜʀɴꜱ, ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ɪ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ʜᴇʟʟ ꜰᴏʀ ɪᴛ" ◇◇◇◇ Trapped in a loveless marriage, she craves what she's forbidden to have. Aradhya's world is one of quiet suffering until her husband's enigmatic elder brother, Arjun, ignites a fire she thought was long dead. Slow burning desire turns into a dangerous obsession. Every stolen glance, every reckless touch pulls them deeper into a web of passion, secrets, and broken promises. This isn't a story for the faint hearted. It's raw. It's messy. It's the kind of love that bruises, consumes, and leaves you breathless. Dare to enter their world if you can handle the heat.

Previous title AAROHI : HIS FORCED WIFE he wants a pawn. for a property deal of his dead grandfather.the condition is only married heir has right to claim the property. he wants a wife that don't interrogate his life.... he decided to cage a innocent soul that not intefear in his life. he saw her at cafe and decides to take move..... "please don't hurt my mom" she begging on her knees "then Marry me" he orders. "if you want your mother alive, then marry me aarohi , or else--" he threats .. will he has feelings for her? will she Happy in this forced marriage? will they be together in future? ..

Radhya Chowdhary - a girl whose name could touch Everest, yet whose feet remain humbly grounded. Born into a middle-class family, she never dreamed of flying beyond the skies; instead, she dreamt of walking the earth with grace. She's not just her father's little princess, but her mother's fierce queen. To her brother, she's the prettiest annoyance wrapped in unconditional love. Her strength lies in her dance - a rhythm that echoes even in the darkest nights and fiercest storms, an art she inherited from her mother. Behind her bright smile are secrets the world will never see, yet she carries them with gratitude, embracing every blessing from her deity. Telugu, her mother tongue, becomes her fierce weapon - a language reserved for playful scoldings and the occasional sharp retort. Far away from Radhya's sunlit world lives a soul drowning in shadows. Krishansh Pratap Singh - heir of a royal bloodline, yet belonging nowhere. The son of Naina and Vipul Pratap Singh, his life turned cold the day his mother and step father died saving their master's family. The court handed him over to his biological father's house, but love never followed him there. To them, he was not a son - he was a stain, a reminder of shame they could never erase, sheltered under their roof only because of his mother's inheritance. Except for a few loyal cousins, love eluded him. Time sculpted him into stone, hardened him into ice. Alone, he carved his own kingdom - a mafia empire standing tall without anyone's help. His friends became his fortress, his family of choice amidst betrayal. Yet even in this empire, one name still sparked fire in his veins - Arvi Srivastav. The girl he once adored, once teased, once admired with every playful pinch of her angry, red nose. But in his eyes, she became the reason his world shattered; the reason his parents never returned. He loved her once. Now, he only burns with hate. Or so he believes.

The priest asked softly, "Pyaar karte ho apni patni se?" He smiled, his eyes instinctively finding hers. There was calm in his expression, yet something deeply intense beneath it. Then he whisper, "Pyaar toh bas ek shabd hai..." His voice carried devotion, not hesitation. "Main uski ibadat karta hoon." He paused, as if the truth itself needed space to breathe. "I don't need to worship God in temples. I have my own goddess - my wife." For him, faith was not stone or scripture. "My devotion begins with her..." "...and ends with her." 𝗩𝗶𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵×𝗦𝗮𝗮𝗻𝘃𝗶 ◦•●◉✿Tropes ✿◉●•◦ CEO × Employee Grumpy× Sunshine Forced marriage slow burn hate to love desi × videshi Untouched male and female He fell first but both fell harder

She was fire. He was a storm. And together, they burned the world that broke her. Siya Sharma never asked for the shadows that followed her into Rathore Mansion. Traumatized by the ghosts of her past, haunted by a faceless stalker, and betrayed by the one person she called family - Siya was slowly unraveling. Until Abhimanyu Singh Rathore walked in. Feared by all. Soft only for her. Their love wasn't easy. It was raw. Forbidden. Violent at times - yet healing. He didn't just protect her. He gave her the space to fight back. To scream. To bleed. To reclaim herself. But when secrets erupt - a cousin's betrayal, naked images leaked, and a stalker who crosses every line - it becomes more than just a love story. It's war. Against silence. Against shame. Against a society that tells a woman to sit quietly and break with grace. And when the dust finally settles - When the stalker is exposed... When family fractures and reconciles... When the bruises fade... They don't just kiss. They claim each other. Eight soul-shattering, heart-binding rounds of love later, Siya is no longer broken. She's cherished. Celebrated. And finally... home. With the Rathores standing behind her - she gets not just a happy ending, but a new beginning. Tropes Chairman x Student Psychological Romantic Thriller Trauma Recovery + Obsessive Antagonist Protective Alpha Hero x Broken Yet Brave Heroine Family Secrets, Cousin Betrayal, Redemption Passionate, Mature Intimacy Found Family + Emotional Healing Revenge, Justice, Closure #28 in Chairman - 28/9/25 #33 in Chairman - 03/10/25 #7 in India - 26/10/2025 #21 in Chairman - 22/10/25 #1 in Marriage - 2/11/2025,26/01/2026 #4 in Marriage - 17/12/25 #3 in Marriage - 22/12/25 #2 in Marriage - 19/01/26 Yours siya...

How can you be an orphan when your mother still pays for you? This is the painful question sixteen-year-old Vanya asks herself every day. Her mother's monthly visits to the orphanage aren't fueled by love, but by cold, crisp cash, a payment to keep Vanya a secret. Her father's existence is defined by his absolute rejection. Vanya is the childhood that never got to bloom..*The Lost Spring*. But Vanya's greatest pain is also her biggest secret. Her mother's first marriage yielded three handsome, powerful, and successful adult sons who are Vanya's *half-brothers*. They live a life of unquestioned luxury, entirely unaware of the hidden daughter who shares their blood. When a chance encounter shatters the rigid boundary between Vanya's world and theirs, the family's sixteen-year lie begins to crumble. The truth will tear their privileged world apart. But for Vanya, is exposing the secret worth the risk of losing the only family she's ever truly yearned for?

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?