"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

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They say, when life gives you a second chance you should live it to the fullest but I never did. Being the eldest daughter of my family, I was bound with responsibility that I never asked for. And what did I get in return? Loneliness. Do I deserve it? A hundred percent yes. Life was bearable when I was in highschool, I fell in love with a man. He was completely different from me. He used to laugh more often unlike me, help everyone, and was the diamond of everyone's eye. He loved me a lot, making sure I was safe until one day I broke him, I broke him to an edge where I assume nothing could fix him. Heartbreak is what I gave him in return for his love, care and support. I thought Vihaan Suryawanshi would change after how badly I broke every part of his soul. To my surprise, he stayed the same-except for me. He showed me how cruel he can be for the girl he once loved unconditionally. And yes, I deserve every bit of it. I shattered his heart and now those shattered pieces are piercing my soul. V I H A A N I am trying my best to cope up with everything including my life. Smiling infront of my everyone so they don't ask me what's wrong with me. I did everything possible to keep my brain busy, one of the reasons why I had to shift to another state but what I didn't knew was an encounter with the past. The past I wanted to escape was standing in front of me. More bright. Beautiful. And with lack of emotions in her eyes. Aavya Rajawat was the woman I fell in love with. The only woman who had the guts to ruin me to destroy me to an extent where I gaveup on everything. And now when she is here, it's clear I am not letting her go. I might be a sunshine for everyone but for her, I'll be a nightmare dressed in day dream.

#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.