There is a kind of silence that comes just before thunder-heavy, suffocating. That was the silence in Sahastra Tripathi's heart. He had walked away from privilege and power-for love. For Sparshika. But she wasn't Sparshika. She was Urvi. And everything he had abandoned was now burning behind him. "What happened, Urvi? Did you forget your name or think I was a fool?" "I... I was going to tell you-" Two strides. He grabbed her hair. CRACK! Her head slammed into the kitchen counter. Plates shattered. She cried out, collapsing, blood gushing from her forehead. "Sahastra ji!" she whimpered. He yanked her back up. SLAP! Her cheek snapped sideways. She fell again, lip split open. "Please don't hit me..." He pressed his shoe on her cheek, grinding it into the marble. "You lied to me. Your name, your past-everything was a lie." "No... I love you!" He crouched, grabbed her face. His eyes burned. "My father was on the brink of death... because of you." She blinked, stunned. "What?" "Still pretending?" SLAP! She hit the floor again. "I really don't know..." He didn't let her finish. He lifted her, threw her over his shoulder, stormed into the bedroom and threw her onto the bed. His belt came off. He tied her wrists to the bedposts-tight, ruthless. He crouched again, jaw clenched. "Because of you, my father is in this condition." "You gave away his location, didn't you?" "But too bad... he survived." "But now he can't walk. And neither will you." He grabbed her foot-twisted. CRACK! She screamed. He smiled darkly. "Don't stop screaming. Your pain soothes me." He grabbed her other foot. Twisted-slow, calculated. Stopped just before the break. "I could break it... but not yet." "I'll break you. And your legs. Slowly." He stood, breath ragged. Eyes hollow. "Just like my father can't walk... you never will." He turned, slammed the door. Urvi lay tied, broken, bleeding. She could no longer tell what hurt more-her body, or her heart.

#Book 1 in THE YOU SERIES ARMAAN X YARIKA 𝕾𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖆 𝖇𝖆𝖑𝖑 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖚𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖊, 𝖇𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖍𝖎𝖒, 𝖘𝖍𝖊 𝖜𝖆𝖘 𝖓𝖔𝖙𝖍𝖎𝖓𝖌 𝖑𝖊𝖘𝖘 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖉𝖊𝖛𝖎𝖑 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖘𝖊𝖑𝖋. Armaan Veersingh is a ruthless and successful businessman-cold, calculated, and dangerously focused. As the sole heir of Aryka Law Firm, one of the most powerful legal empires in the world, he has two goals: Become the most formidable lawyer of his time... And destroy the girl who shattered him. Yarika Malhotra is a ray of sunshine in a world full of chaos. Kind-hearted and selfless, she pours her soul into her small bakery and the quiet life she's built. But when everything she holds dear is threatened, she's forced to seek help from the one man she never wanted to face again-the man who once owned her heart and now wants nothing more than revenge. When destiny forces their worlds to collide, old wounds resurface. Will hatred win, or will the past rewrite itself in unexpected ways? A story of second chances, unresolved pain, and a love that refuses to die. Join their journey to know what happens. TROPES • Lawyer x Baker •Childhood sweethearts •Grumpy x Sunshine •Misunderstanding •Office Romance •Second chance •Extremely possessive male lead •Touch her and die •lovers to enemies to lovers

She was the baby they blamed. The sister they forgot. Guilt runs deep. Love runs late. And time may not wait for them to make it right. She never asked for much-just to be seen, to be loved. Born the day their mother died, Lucia became the silent shadow in a broken house. Forgotten by the four brothers who once cradled and kissed her as a baby, she learned to shrink, to survive. But when a cruel illness leaves her helpless, they are forced to see what they've ignored for years-a little girl, aching for care, terrified to need them, and still loving them with everything she has. #5 in family: 27/05/2025 #1 in sad: 05/07/2025 #1 in sick: 27/05/2025 #1 in disease: 05/07/2025 #1 in rich: 31/05/2025 #2 in siblings: 24/05/2025 #1 in brothers: 24/05/2025 #1 in neglect: 31/05/2025 #1 in babysister: 31/05/2025 #1 in help: 13/07/2025 #2 in elderbrothers: 31/05/2025 1k reads: 23/05/2025 100k reads: 2/06/2025 200k reads: 15/06/2025 300k reads: 04/07/2025 400k reads: 15/08/2025 500k reads: 1/11/2025 Started: 22nd May 2025 Ended: 28th May 2025

#top 1 : 24.06.2025 #top 9 : 13.07.2025 First book in the desire series❤️ Anirudh Navya Rajvansh She is my peace Navya Anirudh Rajvansh He is my home #Anivya♥️✨ "You think you can avoid me, Jaan?" Anirudh's voice was low, husky, and dripping with possessiveness. "You think you can just ignore me and walk away?" His lips grazed her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "I don't think you understand, my love. You're mine. Every inch of you, every breath you take, every beat of your heart... it's all mine." Anirudh's hands roamed her body, claiming her as his own, squeezing her breast hard. "And when you avoid me, it makes me want to claim you even more. It makes me want to mark you, to brand you as mine, so everyone knows that you belong to me." "Ahhhhhhh Vansh" Navya moaned due to his roughness and possessiveness. His teeth nipped at her neck, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. "You're mine, Mrs.Navya Anirudh Rajvansh. And I'll do whatever it takes to keep you only with me". Started on : 14.03.2025 Ended on : 26.05.2025 ******************************** Check with the story to know more about them ✨

The city didn't just sleep; it seemed to hold its breath whenever he walked into a room. He was a man who had curated his life into a perfect gallery of successes: untouchable assets, fleeting connections, and the intoxicating freedom of answering to no one. Tonight, standing thirty floors above the glittering sprawl, he felt invincible. He was the master of his own untethered world, convinced that every risk he took was calculated, every outcome managed. He didn't know that thousands of miles away, a different kind of calculation had finished. It wasn't measured in currency, but in years lost and secrets kept. He didn't hear the storm approaching. It sat quietly in a sterile airport terminal, clutching a one-way ticket toward a stranger, carrying nothing but a backpack and a pair of eyes that mirrored his own. The king was about to be dethroned. And he wouldn't even see it coming.

A twelve year old girl feels neglected by everyone. She's a product of a bet, her mother left her, her father neglects her, and the rest of the world hates her. How will she handle life?

He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

Set against the backdrop of the 1990s, this story unfolds a unique and unconventional tale. "I see her every day in school, and now I don't look at her the way a teacher should look at his student. The young woman who sits on the fourth bench of the second row is going to be my wife soon. I know she must be thinking that I rejected her, but it's not my place to tell." Anav, a higher secondary school teacher, finds himself bound in matrimony with Dharini, a student he never particularly favored. This is not a story of enemies to lovers or a romantic journey to marriage. Instead, it's an arranged marriage, where their parents chose them for each other. Despite the traditional setting, Avan and his parents possess a progressive mindset. This narrative delves into various social issues such as dowry, racism, body shaming, and women's education. It also addresses taboo topics like periods and sex education, providing a thought-provoking exploration of these critical themes. Started: February '25 Ended: (The book is unedited) I don't own any form of media used in this story. It belongs to their respective owners.

Three siblings, with a unique bond, bound by an unexpressive love. Zaara, cheerful youngest, longing for acknowledgement; Veer, the teasing confidant; and Viren, the stoic guardian. Their carefully constructed world is about to crack, because Zaara seeks attention and love. Get ready for a ride of unspoken emotions, laughter and heartbreaks! Chapter 4: "For me?" a two year old Zaara asked, her vocabulary still limited but growing daily. "For Zaara?" "Yes, pari," Viren confirmed, kneeling beside her. "All for you. This is your special place." Zaara clutched the unicorn to her chest, then spun in a wobbly circle, taking in every detail of her new domain. Her joy was palpable, radiating from her in waves that seemed to lighten the very air around them. "Pretty," she declared, pointing to the fairy lights twinkling above. "Stars!" "Yes, stars," Viren agreed, his throat tight with emotion. "Just for you." Chapter 15: A smug grin tugged at her lips. This was it. They were finally getting close to proving that Chachu wasn't the villain everyone thought. Just as she hit send, a shadow loomed over her. "Zaara." Her fingers froze mid-air. That voice. That tone. Dread crept up her spine like a slow, merciless tide. She turned, ever so carefully, phone slipping behind her back. Veer stood at the door, arms crossed, jaw set tight as steel. His eyes-God, his eyes. Cold, sharp, already drilling into her with silent accusation. He knew. Her mouth went dry. "Bhai?" "Phone." Zaara tried for her best clueless act. "K-kya phone?" Veer took a step forward, towering over her, his presence suffocating. "Jo tu chhupa rahi hai." His tone was too calm. The calm before a storm that was about to hit full force. Zaara swallowed. Think. Lie. Bluff. Run. None of those would work. She was doomed....

He needed a mother for his son. She married him because of her parents' pressure. Both are single parents. Somewhere between duty and deception, love find them again. A father's duty. A mother's love. A woman's secret. Dive into the story of Siddharth Singh Rawat & Ishanika Singh! ✨TROPES ✨ • Second Chance at Love • Single Parent Romance • Slow Burn • Marriage of Convenience • Reverse Grumpy x Sunshine • Emotional Healing • Found Family • Domestic Softness