𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐆𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐬. Love is hope for the hopeless and sin for the saint. Love is both a salvation for the lost and a temptation for the righteous. It drives people to cross lines they swore never to. But when two souls intertwine, promising to hold each other till eternity, love becomes something far more profound-both a sin and a salvation.

(FEW CHAPTERS ARE UNPUBLISHED FOR EDITING, PLEASE WAIT FOR THE EDITED VERSION :)･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 - 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ "𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧." "𝐈 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐤 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠." 🌙✨ तू जो छू ले प्यार से, आराम से मर जाऊँ आजा, चंदा बाँहों में तुझ में ही गुम हो जाऊँ मैं 🤍🕊️ छुपा भी ना सकेंगे, बता भी ना सकेंगे हुए हैं यूं तेरे , प्यार में पागल पिया 💔🩹 He bleeds in silence. She stitches him with presence. He sees himself as broken pieces. She sees a mosaic full of stories. He wants her to stay away from his darkness. She wants to enlighten his world with her shine. He thinks love must be earned. She makes him believe he deserves it. She fell for him in childhood, oblivious to the storms he silently carried. Years later, when they met again, he fell harder for her, but destiny had other plans. When his past knocked on the door of the present, love shattered, taking them on a journey filled with pain, heartbreak, and sacrifice. This is not just a love story but a path of rebuilding trust that wavers, holding onto hope that persists and choosing love that refuses to give up. Step into their world, where love is a battlefield and hope is the only weapon they have left.

#BOOK 2 in HEALERSERIES SCARS, his heart has a wide collection of them, 22 year old, Arhaan Singh Grover had everything one could wish for, wealth, status or lifestyle. But all his luxury was just a curtain to hide the darkness he had within himself, it's said, that you're nowhere safe, when you're surrounded by the monsters, and so was Arhaan never safe in his own house, which was supposed to be his haven but was rather a cage. There was only one source of peace in between his torment, his memory of his childhood sweetheart, whom he has never seen in 15 years, but still there's something, something strong that denies to be forgotten between them, that is still there even after the distance. On the other hand, Pankti Agarwal, a 22 year old journalist, is fierce, opinionated and everything one should never mess with. She would never think twice before painting the evil into the same color of torment they give to the others. With her, you get what you give, she shares love with love, and torment with torment, if not more, then definitely equal. And to protect her childhood sweetheart, her very own Arhaan, she'll not hesitate to cross any limits. Pankti would do anything to shield Arhaan from his battles, even the ones he believed were lost, she is resolute to bring him back to happiness, no matter what the cost is. Will love heal something that's been broken for years?. Will Pankti's unconditional efforts be the safe solace for Arhaan? Arhaan's pain or Pankti's aim to ease it.who'll win? Dive into the story to know.

!! 𝐀 𝐑𝐨𝐦-𝐜𝐨𝐦- 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 !! " 𝐌𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐲, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. " ˙✧🪐 ๋࣭ ⋆｡ °✩ I despised chaos. Loud annnoying noises that disrupted my peace. All I craved was serenity, a sanctuary from the whirlwind of thoughts in my mind. But then, like a sudden gust of wind, she entered my life. she was a storm of chaos, who flipped my peaceful world completely upside down. I couldn't stand her. She was embodied chaos itself, and I was determined to despise her until the very end. But little did I know that her chaos would become the only essence of my peace. The chaos is 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐈𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐯. I have had my fill of dictators in my life. Everywhere I turned, I encountered coldness. All I yearned for was warmth. The cozy feeling that wraps around you like a soft warm blanket after being drenched in the rain completely and going numb. I have already had enough coldness and dictatorship in my life and the last thing i needed was another person adding to it. He was the epitome of frigidity, capable of freezing you with a single glance. I despise dictators and the chilling aura they bring. And I absolutely despised him. I couldn't stand him one bit. But little did I know that the warmth I was so desperately searching for would be found in that Antarctica of a person. The dictator is 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐤.

#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?

The chaotic love story built on lies, and almost destroyed by them. ✧ ✧ ✧ "So, you like her for years?" I asked with a low and cracking voice. And here I was back to the square, getting confused about what was happening. "I love her..." He opened his eyes to look at me. Taking a deep breath, he scanned my face with furrowed brows. "You look like her." His voice had clear amusement in it. "What?" This escaped my lips when my mind stopped trying to comprehend what he meant. It was getting very messy to understand. "But I'll always love her." With that, he dozed off. 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘥. ✧ ✧ ✧ When fate, or one single lie lands her up in her brother's bestfriend's apartment, Preet Randhawa has no other option but to move in with him, become his roommate behind the four walls. But with the photo frames hanging on the wall with their wedding pictures, the marriage certificate lying in a drawer of their wardrobe, the rings in their fingers and their stories on how they got married, the world believes their story. But did they ever marry each other? Nope. Years later, colliding with him in a foreign country couldn't just be fate...or could it? ✧ ✧ ✧ This book can be enjoyed as a standalone.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 They hated each other. Academic rivals. Family friends. Nothing more. Years apart felt like freedom- Until fate brought them face to face again. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔... I kissed her back. Once. Twice. But then I forced myself to pull away. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion. I cupped her face gently, brushing my thumb across her cheekbone. "l'll hate myself tomorrow if I take advantage of this moment." "I'd never hate you," she whispered, eyes heavy-lidded. "You're the only place I feel safe." And it hit me harder than the kiss. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆... I broke the kiss, breathing heavy, my forehead resting against hers. "You belong to me," I whispered, voice raw. "I'm your husband, Ruhi. Not him. Me." She swallowed hard, her lips still trembling. "I know," she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" "No. Listen to me." He cupped her face, firm but not rough. "You're mine to hold. Mine to protect. Mine to kiss. Mine to fight with. Mine to lose sleep over. Not some asshole who thinks a toy will get him what he wants."

𝓕𝓪𝓽𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓢𝓮𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓼: 𝓑𝓸𝓸𝓴 #1 𝑪𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆~ '•°•𝑴𝒓. 𝑩𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 × 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝑨𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒍•°•' [𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓.✨] This story revolves around a man who has lost his faith in love and harbors a deep-seated hatred for women. He married a girl forcefully who ran away from her house, only to become trapped in an unwanted union. 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 A living nightmare to the world, Manik is a strikingly handsome and cold-hearted man, exuding a ruthless demeanor in the business realm. His personality is so unforgettable that you can't help but look his way with admiration and lust, as he wears his power like a badge of honor, often belittling others to elevate himself. A self-made billionaire, he despises the concept of love and harbors a profound resentment towards women, particularly his mother. °"I don't know what life was before you, but now I know-- it's you."° 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐒. Nandini is a mystery, much like her name. She is a charming and beautiful woman with a delightful aura, viewing the world through her unique lens. An angel to the innocent and needy, yet a devil to those who deserve it, she is a general surgeon and a social butterfly. Talkative, clumsy, moody, and full of mischief, her sole ambition is to pursue further studies in London. She harbors a disdain for men and has run away from home in search of peace. °"I never thought I would see my world in someone, but in you, I see my universe."° Both are bound together in the sacred union of MARRIAGE. Will they find solace in one another? Can they learn to love despite their differences, or will they become adversaries? Join their journey ~

"𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒔, 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖" ••• People meet by accident, People fall in love by accident, But people surely don't become someone's baby daddy accidentally, or do they? What started as an innocent lie, trapped them into a marriage, entwining their fates with unexpected partners. But here's the catch, the marriage won't last forever, the holy bond wasn't so holy, a contractual bond emerged, benefitted them both and bound them together, at least for a while. Falling in love was thrown out of the window the moment she signed the contract, she wasn't going to fall in love with an egoistic, arrogant and self-centred-asshole of a lawyer anyways. ••• "No love drama, right?" "I'd rather die."

" Anshi...... " Rudra stepped close, as I took a step back. "I think..." I took a shaky breath, "I think it's time to make everything right... by ending it all." I stepped back, tightening my grip on the revolver. Rudra's eyes widened. "What are you doing, love? Put the gun down. Just let me talk-" "No!" I whispered. My lips trembled. "I hate you," I said, looking straight into Rudra's eyes. " You're also like others." "No... don't say that. Please... don't." He dropped to his knees in front of me. " I'm sorry for everything, please put the gun down." He begged. My finger tightened on the trigger. My lips curved into something between a smirk and a sob. It's too late rudra. " But this is what you want? Don't you? Yeh hi to chahta tha na tum, Rudraksh Agnihotri?" My voice cracked. "Main mar gye... toh tumhara badla pura ho jaayega?" ( this is what you wanted, right? That I die. And your revenge is fulfilled?) "No... No! I never wanted this!" his voice cracked. "I love you. I love you so much. I've never begged anyone in my life, but I'm begging you now... please, don't do this. Please." Seeing him, I remembered the time when I begged in front of him, to not push me away. And now he is standing at my place. "I'm ready to fall at your feet, rub my nose there if that's what it takes - but don't, don't pull the trigger." I stood frozen. "You know I love you. I love you so damn much that if you pull that trigger... I swear, I'll shoot myself the next second."