[an academic rivals to lovers story] ───── ❝aariv and anaira are forced to team up for an inter-school singing competition. as their competition turns into collaboration, sparks fly, revealing unexpected chemistry. ❞ ─────

Y/N Lily Potter, The girl who lived. Twin Sister to Harry Potter. Their Hogwarts Journey. I do not own the Harry Potter Series. I merely created Y/N and some of the changes to the storyline.

1985. The City of dreams. Red double decker buses, kaali-peeli taxis, radios, Doordarshan, video cassettes and rotary dial phones. DCP Amarnath arrives in Bombay with a mission, straight and clear: To tackle the notorious Crime Syndicates. As the city unravels itself, he learns that alongside the battle against organised crime, it is a full-fledged war against his uncooperative heart as it trips over relentlessly at the sight of the headstrong Gauri, who contrasts him in every possible way, beginning with her profession: Law. Before cellphones, before swipes-there was a Bombay kind of love.... Visit the BLURB chapter for a detailed trailer!

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Book 4 of the Mangoverse ▪︎Some stories are just waiting for an ending.▪︎ A marriage set on shards of glass, every step forward makes someone bleed. A troubled heroine, a lovesick hero, an emotional journey. _____________ A short love story.

"𝘐𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘬 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬." "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 7 𝘢𝘮, 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘱 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘤!" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘴𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘬𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘪. "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘣𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" ˚⊹₊𝙅𝙖𝙮 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚₊⊹˚ was many things, intimidating, brilliant, dangerous, usually walking into situations most run from. While at home? He's clingy and *very* offended by the fact that his wife chooses work punctuality over morning cuddles. ˚⊹₊𝘽𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙍𝙖𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧𝙚₊⊹˚ is your typical no-nonsense woman who'd uphold her values over anything. Being in control is her forte, until '𝙝𝙚' tests that very composure with an effortless ease and a disarming charming grin. ˚⊹₊𝙎𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙞𝙖𝙡 𝙊𝙥𝙨 𝙊𝙛𝙛𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙧 𝙓 𝙁𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙨 𝘼𝙣𝙖𝙡𝙮𝙨𝙩₊⊹˚ ˚⊹₊This series follows a set of not-so-unfortunate events involving two people who are married and very much in love; Navigating life between haywire gunshots, late-night forensics labs and a bunch of questionable moments, follow Jay Rathore and Brinda in their enthralling tale!₊⊹˚ (Note: All the chapters starting with a 'Rule #' are from the Male Lead's pov, the simply numbered chapters are from the Female Lead's pov.)

Siya Raichand was protected, cared and loved all her childhood. She had a perfect family, a perfect house, and a perfect life. Until one fateful night. Now she didn't feel safe out of her father's arms, touch wasn't appreciated if it wasn't her mother's and eyes seemed to be holding alternate motive if it wasn't her family looking at her. Siya had long back realized world only believes what's on surface, never does it try to go beyond it. And she, she had a depth of an ocean that no one was willing to explore. She wasn't just the epitome of cruel smirks and cold glares, no, there was gentleness hidden within but no one seemed to believe that. So she didn't bother either. Because it didn't deserve what she was within, it deserved her ruthlessness and that's what she gave, in abundance. If it feared her eyes, she didn't stop herself from throwing daggers through her empty glares. If it feared her mouth, she retaliated with filthy words and sarcasm. If it feared her memories, she gave them nightmares to dream about. The world perceives her as a cruel, sanctimonious, greedy, and a sadist woman? Fine, that's what it'll get. And she was determined to live by that, had it not been him barging into her life with his eyes darker than grey sky, his smile gentle than moonlight, his touch tender than a rose petal and his lips, those damn lips, so fucking kissable, that always spoke with undaunted courage and leveled sarcasm. He wasn't intimidated like the rest of the world. He didn't entertain her status like the money sucking leeches did. He was him, and that was her favourite fucking thing about him. The moment their bare fingers had brushed and she felt her heart skyrocketing, in a good way, she knew she couldn't let go of him. He was her salvation. He was her medicine. He was her change. And he belonged to her. And hell would freeze over before she gave up on him.

Important Note: This book is a sequel to Phobia and cannot be read as a stand alone. "Look at my wife, pretending she is single." "I'm not your wife!" She snarled. Rehan chuckled darkly and stepped forward, caging her against the wall, blasé to the party happening out in the hall. "Step back." "Make me," he leaned in, his dark grey eyes hooded with unquenched lust. "I'll scream." She threatened. "Do it." He dared. "With my name." A chilling smirk appeared on his face. She scoffed. "You're impossible." Rehan's eyes softened. "Not for you, Mea. Not for you." ------ When Valerius Siciliano, the infamous Tempter of Mafia fell in love, not as Valerius, but as Rehan Malik, the past he had tried to hide, let go of and bury six feet under, crawled back from dead, and caught him in the labyrinth of his own lies. He has lost her. His salvation, the only good in his life, no matter how bad she was for him. She promised she will never let him go, she broke it. Probably, she forgot. How bad, he did not. And he'll make sure she remembers it too. He is not something you can forget, he is a breathing calamity, a destruction, an incurable addiction. He needs her back. His Mea. She belongs to him. And hell will freeze over before he gives up on her.

Avyan Parker had nothing to lose when he met Naina Rao. He was ruling the Hollywood industry, had millions of fans across the globe, friends who loved him and family that stood by his side no matter what. His life was perfect, or so it seemed. Naina Rao had everything to lose when she met Avyan Parker. Her fame, her popularity and certainly her career. Because for a Bollywood actress who was just starting to gain her fan following, getting involved with a global star was bound to bring more cons than pros. Yet she took the risk. Why? Because Avyan Parker was simply mesmerizing, a blue eyed charmer who knew how to make hearts flutter. Little did she know, falling in love is simple, staying in love is just as hard. And that too with a man she hardly knows anything about, who carried way too many secrets she would like to be part of and being a part of his stardom, something was bound to happen. She wished it wouldn't be a heartbreak. Only if she knew, that's what Avyan Parker was famous for.

Important Note : This book is a sequel to The Sinner and not a stand alone book. | • | Her love was like an unicorn. Something that he didn't believe in. Something that he didn't want to believe in. It was surreal, just like her. While he, he was someone who didn't even believe in the reality. But she managed to make him believe in her love. And she managed to make him believe in unicorns. He still remembers the depth of her brown eyes, it was a bottomless abyss. He remembers her gentle touch on his skin, it was a silken caress. And he remembers her smile, oh she held the entire universe in the uplift of her lips. Love for him before her was just a comfort zone. Now without her, without any promise or her bodily presence, it is still the reason that his heart races and emotions spiral in a whirlwind of ecstasy. Yes he has lost her, and he is hell bent on winning her back. But he has to Redeem himself before that, because he don't want to be The Sinner anymore. Content and Trigger Warning: This story depicts mental health issues, trauma, violence and self-harm.