Book Two of The Cost of Outrunning Fate ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Not all thrones are made of gold. Some are built from grit and ghosts. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝑵𝒂𝒚𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒎 𝒌𝒊 𝒔𝒆𝒉𝒂𝒓, 𝒚𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒅𝒐𝒑𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝑲𝒐𝒊 𝒎𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒌𝒐 𝒚𝒖𝒏 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊, 𝒋𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒐 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 ──────── ✦ ──────── Vivaan Thaakur was never the one they looked at. He learned early how to stay unseen-how to earn worth through discipline, how to exist beside Aaryan without resentment. And every time Vivaan reached the top, Niya Sharma was already there. She didn't compete. She simply was-brilliant, composed, inevitable. To the world, perfection. To Vivaan, an unbreakable wall. Until she saw him. Rivalry turned into reverence. Ambition into surrender. Vivaan loved her quietly, like a prayer that asks for nothing. She became his goddess. He became devotion. But faith can fracture. And one mistake-the only one he was never meant to make-destroyed the temple he built for her. A story of rivals turned worship and devotion that asks only one question: 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒄𝒚? ──────── ✦ ──────── "If you didn't exist, I'd have everything I ever wanted."- Vivaan "Your brother was given a throne. But you? You have the power to build an empire. That's the difference. One that screams not 'Thaakur Dynamics'-but Vivaan Thaakur."- Niya

Book Three of The Cost of Outrunning Fate ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Allure in her eyes, poison in her soul- and still, he chased her with open veins. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝑫𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝒖𝒏𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒂̀ 𝒍𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒐𝒏, 𝒏𝒐𝒏, 𝒑𝒍𝒖𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑫𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒔𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 ──────── ✦ ──────── Saad Rochefort, the most feared mafia king of France, had come to India with one mission - To find the mother he thought was dead. Disguised as just Saad, COO of Thaakur Dynamics, he kept a low profile. Until the day of Holi. That's when he saw her - Ruhi Singh. The most dangerously beautiful woman he had ever laid eyes on. And just like his father had once fallen for a dancing woman in a foreign land, Saad's obsession began. But Ruhi wasn't ordinary. She was Hex - the most wanted international hacker. A ghost in the system. A phantom in the real world. He didn't know her name. Couldn't trace her face. But he knew one thing- ordinary people don't vanish like that. Only predators. Only people too dangerous to exist on paper. And yet, he chased her. Because despite the alarms blaring in his mind, he was already addicted. To the mystery. To the danger. To her. She was chaos in heels. A myth in silk. And she'd become his obsession. His Siren. Unreachable. Untraceable. Unforgettable. And he'd do anything- burn borders, bend laws, betray blood- just to make her his. ──────── ✦ ──────── "Why do you look at me like we've met before?"-Ruhi. "Because I've seen you... again and again-writhing under me in dreams I never wanted to wake up from."-Saad.

Book One of The Cost of Outrunning Fate ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ Some destinies chase. Others haunt. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝑴𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒂 𝑳𝒐 𝑰𝒌 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒊 𝑲𝒆𝒉𝒏𝒂 𝒀𝒆𝒉 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒑𝒏𝒂 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝑲𝒂 𝑱𝒖𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝑺𝒂𝒓 𝑷𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒏, 𝑲𝒂𝒃 𝑺𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒊𝒏 ──────── ✦ ──────── Aarvika Arora. Polished. Poised. Untouchable. The golden heiress of Arora Vision-born into power, raised to rule. By day, she's elegance in heels and headlines. By night, at 12:30 a.m., she becomes Ash-the masked rider of an underground biking crew. No one knows who she is. Until one night she crashes. And Aaryan Thaakur pulls off her helmet. Her family's biggest rival. The last man who should've known. He won't expose her. He'll use it-taunt her, corner her, burn her. But he isn't the first. Adin Zayeer knew long before. Silent. Watchful. Claiming her in shadows. Now trapped between fire and darkness, Aarvika learns one truth- Once Ash's helmet comes off, she isn't just a rider anymore. She's the woman they won't let go ──────── ✦ ──────── "One word from me, and your perfect little world goes up in flames. But don't worry, Firefly- I'm not done playing yet."- Aaryan. "I won't burn your world, Pari. I'll invade it-inch by inch, breath by breath-until it forgets it ever belonged to you." - Adin.

Book Four of The Cost of Outrunning Fate ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ His obsession bound her in lace. Her revenge bled through the seams. ∘₊✧──────✧₊∘ 𝑾𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒈𝒖𝒚𝒔 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒘𝒂𝒚𝒔 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒍𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝑪𝒂𝒏'𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒔? 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒇 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒐, 𝑾𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒍𝒕 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒆 ──────── ✦ ──────── Ardan Kavanagh never believed in love-only control. The Irish mafia heir, a man whose empire thrived on blood, corruption, and silence, could survive anything except scandal. One misunderstanding was enough to force his hand. To protect his reputation, Ardan signs a contract marriage with Ishika Kashyap-a woman the world knows as a quiet Kathak dance teacher, wrapped in grace and tradition. But lace and lies are her armor. Beneath soft fabrics, lowered lashes, and obedient smiles, Ishika is clearly hiding something-something that could destroy Ardan within seconds. What was meant to be a calculated arrangement becomes a dangerous standoff, woven with control, suspicion, and unspoken desire. Because this marriage was only on paper. And yet, every lie tightens the knot they can no longer escape. ──────── ✦ ──────── "Do you believe in fate?" -Ardan. ''I believe everything ends how it's meant to be''-Ishika.