The Art of Brutality by Faiz A city trembles under a series of silent, deliberate crimes. There are no witnesses. No mistakes. Only carefully placed messages that suggest intention rather than madness. As an investigation unfolds, the story draws the reader into a mind that believes brutality can be controlled, even refined. Justice becomes personal. Truth becomes unstable. And the line between hunter and architect begins to disappear. The Art of Brutality is a psychological descent into moral darkness-where violence is not chaos, but design.

Previously known as The Text Meher Patel, was just a normal 16 year old. Just like any other person she was preparing for her boards, enjoying the last year of school with her friends and dreaming about Farewell. Meher, had a thing for books. She loved them. So when she wrote one , her friends encouraged her to post it. She did. Though, she didn't have much response, she was still satisfied with what she had because she wrote that book just for fun. But then, she receives a text. A text from a guy, A guy she doesn't recognize but that didn't matter to her, what did was the appreciation he wrote for her in that text. ו••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••× Meher didn't pay attention to her surroundings as she was lost in her thoughts as a result she bumped into someone while playing garba. "Sorry!! I'm really sorry", Meher apologized to the someone, who was apparently a guy. Meher finally looked up observing the guys appearance. The guy was quite taller than her, he looked handsome and the royal blue kurta actually really suited his a little tanned skintone. Then his eyes met hers. They shared an eye contact and the world just stopped. She felt butterflies in her stomach and blood rushed to her cheeks causing her to blush slightly just from one shared eye contact. "It's ok, Meher?? ", He said sounding a little hesitant. " How did you know my Name?! ", Meher questioned, then she realized she was actually wearing a daily pass with her name written on it, " Accha, pass se?!" "Ji nai, Author ji. Aapne hume pehchana nai ", the guy said as he raised his eyebrows. Meher's heartbeat quickened as the weight of his words settled in. It was HIM. It was actually HIM!! The guys standing in front of her was Aarnik!! ו•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••× Read the story to find out more.

Aadya Sharma never planned on breaking the one rule her family held tight: no talking to strangers online. But one late-night decision and a Discord server full of chaotic, hilarious people change everything. New friendships, unexpected drama, and one mysterious boy she isn't even supposed to know about slowly weave their way into her life. She wasn't searching for love. She wasn't even searching for friends. But sometimes the best connections are the ones you never planned.

Heer sharma, a smart and intelligent girl who lives with her mother, and has no idea about her father. What will happen when one day , she has to live with her father's family which has her step mother and 6 half brothers, because her own mother had the last stage cancer and cant survive anymore? How will Heer manage to live in that house? TROPES~ High school romance 6 Protective Half brothers Bad boy x good girl Best friend's sisterxBrother's best friend He fell first and harder No bullying 12th x 11th Rom-com Bold girl Backbencherxtopper Family love

Radhe Radhe ✨ Hello my cute little red flags❤️(rebel kid fans🤭 "What happens when a girl with a broken past enters a family that doesn't know how to fix her? Seven brothers. One truth. And a secret that refuses to stay buried." Alia was just fifteen when her world shattered-again. Years after surviving a trauma no child should bear, she finds herself in a stranger's home, far from everything familiar. Her mother has remarried, found love, and started a new life. But for Alia... healing isn't that simple. Now surrounded by seven stepbrothers who barely know her, in a house that feels more like a castle than a home, Alia carries a burden too heavy for her age-and a past she cannot speak of. They call her family. They say she's safe now. But Alia knows that safety is just a word... and trust doesn't come easy when you've been broken before. What happens when silence screams louder than truth? Will this new family help her heal-or will her past follow her into the only home she has left? Hare Krishna ✨