"Tu m'as manqué, ma belle ?" This is a double-couple story, where both pairs stand as main leads and share the spotlight equally. Every emotion finds its place here-hate and love, quarrels and longing, bloodshed and butterflies, chaos and moments so tender they feel almost unreal. Within these pages live conflicts that burn, bonds that heal, and scenes worthy of being remembered long after the chapter ends. Each line carries pieces of a heart that finally chose to let its words flow. And through every storm, every ache, and every fragile moment in between, one promise remains- A happy ending is guaranteed. Characters- TRIANSH MEHRA "I love you enough, my love, to never let you go, and even if I leave, I promise to come back." INAYRA SHERGILL "I never would have believed that hatred could be so beautiful to look at, to smell, to touch, and to hear." REYAAN MALHOTRA "My darling, is this how you imagine your master, touching you, kissing you and driving you crazy every day, while you stare at me during my lessons?" STUTI SHERGILL "When my professor is so hot, why not I mark him as well? And yeah Professor Malhotra, this is exactly how I imagine you each time you catch me staring at you." With Love, Your Author, Nish

A collection of poems filled with emotions, devotion, and unspoken feelings.

And that day, again, a 15-year-old screamed, which was expectantly unheard; her screams were muffled, suppressed, but she screamed, she screamed, she screamed in search of a Krishna in this kalyug. But did he come? He did not. Because he was busy bawling his eyes in his guilt, guilt of creating a vicious creature; Men. Are these even considered men? My head jerked to the left as I stared at my mother, tied with chains, torn clothes, and blood trickling down her forehead. Her satisfactory smirk flattered me as soon as her eyes met mine. Is this what we call Maa? "Agar dar ki aakho me dekhoge, dar tumse darega." These were the last lines of my father. Jaate jaate bhi bhut kuch sikha gaye. Even if this is how I die, I don't deserve an unworthy death like this. I refuse to die because the day I close my eyes, I will be doing it willingly. My hand stumbled upon Aruval; either this would be the end of me or him. Taking it in my hand, I hit it on his neck with all the energy I could summon up. His head jerked up in half as it landed just beside my mom's feet. His blood splashed over me giving me a sense of relief, tears shone in my eyes. Har asur ke vinash ke liye ek Krishna janam leta hai par is baar kali janamegi. Vinash toh tay hai ya uska ya Mera. "Toh likho laal kalam se, Gita ka unisva adhyay, Kaleen Singh Chauhan ki maut mere hatho hi hogi." And this was the rise of satan in the world of Rajtantra. Yeh tha ek ant: ka prarambh. A war between Bhay and Karma.

Book #1 of Never Duet "You would never be more than just a replacement, you'd never be mine." She had no choice in marriage or in running away from it. From him. The man who was supposed to marry her sister would get her now. Whether she fought, ran and begged. He'd drag her back on gun point if it meant she became his replacement bride. Deal. Reputation. Business. Three words that changed her fate. Three words to best describe why everyone wanted this marriage-except her. And before she could hope for this marriage to turn real, he made sure she never dared to. Tropes: Replaced bride Marriage of convenience Forced marriage Age gap Artist x Businessman Forced proximity

"Dear Paro, From the Café called Closure" is a collection of unsent letters from Devdas to the love he could never unlove.

❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. ❞ ••• Kavish Sethi is a superstar, a man whose music moves millions but whose heart has grown quiet. Behind the flashing cameras and sold-out arenas, he hasn't laughed in months - until a fearless critique video makes him do just that. Tara Vashishth is a small-town teacher (part time music teacher), devoted to her students at a school for children with special needs. Full of life, laughter, and songs that spill out in secret, she believes in the power of music to heal - and maybe even the power to awaken hearts that have grown silent. His final album was about to launch - a last bow before stepping away from the world that never let him breathe. Among its tracks lay an unfinished song, one he had never found the heart to complete. She became the inspiration he never knew he needed, the reason a song long abandoned finally came alive. Because some stars are meant to be found. Some hearts are meant to be a ── .✦ सैयारा ••• "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾?" - 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙖 "𝖲𝗁𝗁... 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗂𝗒𝖺𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾" - 𝙆𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙝 ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 स्याही और सपने (𝐒𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞): 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! Namaste and स्वागतम् to स्याही और सपने, a book club unlike any other. Forget the bestsellers lists and the established names, here, we're all about nurturing the budding voices of India. We believe in the power of desi stories, told in our own voices, with the raw emotion and vibrant colors that only we can capture. Are you a writer breathing life into characters that mirror our society? A designer crafting covers that tell stories before the pages are even opened? Then you've found your tribe! स्याही और सपने is more than just a book club; it's a platform. We're a community dedicated to uplifting new and emerging talents writing and designing books exclusively in the Indian literary landscape. We delve deep into narratives rooted in our culture, exploring themes that resonate with us on a personal level, all while nurturing a supportive and encouraging environment. Here, we read, we discuss, we critique, and most importantly, we promote. We'll provide a stage for your work, connecting you with readers hungry for fresh perspectives and authentic storytelling. Whether you write in Hindi, or any other regional Indian language, if your heart beats with the rhythm of India, you're welcome here. Get ready to discover hidden gems, engage in lively debates (in Hindi and English, of course!), and connect with a community that understands your passion. So, grab a cup of chai, settle in, and let's embark on this exciting journey together. Your story deserves to be heard, and स्याही और सपने is here to help you share it with the world. Let the ink flow, and may your dreams take flight high in the blue sky!

#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?

Thud* A tight slap landed on Aarav Raizada's cheek. All the people in the party gasped, eyes wide in shock as they saw a girl standing defiantly before him. "How dare you touch me," Vedika's voice was sharp with fury. "I didn't touch you, you stupid girl." Aarav shouted, his face red with anger and humiliation. "Go to hell, Mr. Raizada," Vedika retorted, turning to leave. Before she could take a step, Aarav grabbed her wrist and yanked her back, "I didn't touch you, but you slapped me. Now I'll show you what happens when Aarav Raizada decides to touch." his eyes blazing with anger. Vedika's confusion quickly turned to shock as Aarav forcefully gripped her face and pressed his lips harshly against hers, right in front of all the media and guests. Cameras flashed, capturing the scandalous moment.