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.

#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.

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.

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 ~

" 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."