When Alaia married the billionaire, Agastya Singhania, she was okay to be stepped in a loveless marriage. She knew from the start that she'd always be the Unloved Bride but then what about the soft corner that she's going to develop for her husband? Will she ever be loved even if she loves him with all her heart? Will she ever be enough? How can she be okay with the fact that her husband is still in love with his girlfriend who's dead?

Juhi grew up learning to survive disasters. Because, well, life only gave her disasters just when things began to fall into place. She's the founder of her own clothing brand; a woman with a sharp tongue and a quiet hope that no more disasters would dare to affect her. But if only she knew, another disaster was on its way into her life, in the form of an arrangement she herself made. Rishabh, a dentist by profession, is that temple bell everyone rings while passing by. Rung by his past, his fate, expectations and most of all, Juhi. He simply came to his sister's wedding from Mumbai. By sharing one of Juhi's disasters, he unwillingly became part of god's plan neither of them ever wanted. When Juhi discovers her loved one rejected the woman he loved just because he believed his responsibilities toward Juhi left no room for his own happiness, she does the only thing that makes sense to her at that time. She makes an arrangement with the sole person she hates the most. Simple. Except, fake dating at a big fat Indian wedding is practically a self-harm hazard. And has any fake relationship ever ended the way people expected? So... What Could Possibly Go Wrong? Answer: Everything.

**COMPLETED** IAS x BUSINESS TYCOON She is fire in government uniform. He's ice in a tailored suit. Two strangers. One forced marriage. Zero feelings... or so they thought. And fate just married them off. Kavisha - a fearless, short-tempered IAS officer with no patience for arrogance. Agastya Singhania - a cold, composed business tycoon who doesn't even blink at the prettiest women alive. Their worlds clashed the moment they met - sarcasm, ego battles, and a whole lot of attitude. So when their parents arrange their marriage without their consent, it's war. Publicly, they're strangers. Privately, they're husband and wife. And somewhere in between... enemies on the edge of something dangerously close to love. A marriage no one knows about. A war no one saw coming. A love story neither of them believes in. Perfect for fans of slow burns, arranged chaos, and fictional men who live rent -free in your heart. '' new chapters'' every Saturday .

•Ivaan Kashyap• A 31 year old, software developer at Greytech, currently working in Mumbai. He is strong, serious and at the top of his game. Widowed and having lost his child in a tragic riot caused him to shut down and live a lonely life, eventful yet empty in a city of people bustling around. •Zaara Mehta• A 29 year old, writer and blogger who works at a publishing house "Scarlet" in Mumbai and writes stellar articles on different issues. She is strong, bubbly, sometimes naive but beautiful inside out. Divorced and broken by people close to her, she lives an alone life peaceful yet chaotic in a city full of bustling people. What happens when an unexpected rife keeps people away from all the bustling and locked inside their houses? What happens when this rife brings these two different yet similar people to meet? What happens when they come so closer that they run to look away? Follow me into the journey of Ivaan and Zaara! It's breezy and has a certain level of commonality yet, it is different and fresh! Dive right in guys! ~Started // 26th June, 2021~ ~Completed // 14th July, 2021~ ~Mature content is included in the story so please be aware before you dive in~

She is the country's most fearless CBI officer. She is cold, disciplined, brilliant... and proudly misandrist. She is absolutely convinced that trusting a man is the biggest mistake a woman can make. He's the nation's most adored and dangerous politician, wrapped in charm, buried in power, and hiding secrets deep enough to drown a country. She's been assigned one mission to bring him down, expose him and break him. She will cross lines, and set the whole world on fire if that is what it takes to prove what he truly is. But the deeper she walks into his world, the more twisted the truth becomes, and it will not be clear for a very long time who is actually controlling the game or who the real mastermind is. But every moment they stand against each other feels unbearably close to burning together. She is built to uphold the law and he was born to defy it. If either of them slips, it will not be love. It will be the most beautiful kind of destruction... and neither of them will escape untouched. |Book 2 of Brutally Yours | Can be read as stand alone|

📚 Silk and Smoke Where silk whispers and smoke lingers, their love story begins. She's couture and command. He's chaos in quiet. Together - they could rewrite fate... or set it on fire. Ivikaa Ambani - the heiress who stitched Paris into her bones and stitched shut her heart. "Silk drips from her touch, fire hums beneath her ribs - Ivikaa, the princess of Paris by design." Adwait Agnivanshi - a man molded by Mumbai's alleys and armed with silence sharper than any scream. "Smoke doesn't scream - it smothers. Adwait, born from Mumbai's cracks, raised in its shadows." Between the bruises of power and the hush of devotion, their story unfolds - slow, aching, inevitable. Because when silk meets smoke... something always catches fire. Tropes : Billionaire X Billionaire Rich X Royal Paris X Mumbai Eldest Daughter X Youngest Son Fashion Designer X 10th Fail Spotlight X Shadows Ambani X Agnivanshi Silk X Smoke No cheating Trope!

In a world where justice and darkness walk the same streets, Atharva Yadhuvanshi is the man people trust to hunt monsters. A fearless CBI officer, known for his ruthless investigations and unbreakable moral code, he has spent years chasing criminals who believe they can escape the law. But the most dangerous criminal he will ever hunt... is the woman he cannot stop being drawn to. Akanksha Roy Singhania looks like perfection - graceful, intelligent, and untouchably elegant. To the world, she is calm and composed. But inside her mind lives another shadow. A darker persona. A silent predator. Haunted by Dissociative Identity Disorder, Akanksha lives with a fractured identity - one that hides a ruthless killer who leaves behind bodies and unanswered questions. When Atharva begins investigating a string of brutal murders, every clue leads him closer to a truth he isn't ready to face. Because the woman he is falling for... might also be the monster he is hunting. In a story filled with psychological twists, dark secrets, obsession, and forbidden love, the line between hunter and prey begins to blur. And when love collides with madness... Who will survive the truth?

Kshitij Gupta is the owner of VV groups of Hotels and a self made businessman. The only regret of his life is, he wasn't able to confess his love to the only love of his life, and was not able to play his part in doing her life normal, not once but twice and all his lifetime. He still has love for her in his heart but he is trying his best to move on from her, the latter one being happily married and blessed with kids. His part of responsibility towards his family makes him agree to marry his mother's bestfriend's daughter, but will he be able to love her and give her what she really deserves? Kritika Verma is an interior designer, struggling for work in her field and at the same time with her mother's ailment, which makes her agree to marry Kshitij. She has expectations from him. She wants him to act like a husband in real way, but all he gives her is cold treatment. Will she be able to spend her life with him?

"Aditya, I-" "Yes or No." His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. Shivalika didn't say anything. She knew if she replied with only Yes or No then it will bring up more Misunderstandings. But Her silence was enough for him. "The lies, the betrayal... You really thought I wouldn't find out?" Her eyes drifted to the papers in his hand-papers that would change everything. Her face paled. She had never imagined the truth would come out like this. "D-DNA report..." Her voice trembled. Her family was now frozen in shock. The betrayal was too much. His heart, once shattered, He had trusted her, believed her- But she had betrayed him. Not once, but twice. After all these years, she had hidden the truth about his daughter. "You hid it from me." His voice was thick "For eight years." His words were harsh. "I have a 7 year-old daughter, and I never knew she existed. I thought my child was dead! And you... you didn't think I had the right to know?" His voice broke into a whisper, one laced with pain. "I should've known. I shouldn't have trusted you after what you did to me eight years ago." Disgust curling his lips. For the first time, Shivalika saw hatred for her in his eyes, and it pierced her soul. But she knew she deserved it- every bit of his hate. She had broken him all over again. "You're a lawyer, right? You fight for human rights, but You took away my rights as a father." "Ms. Chauhan...You will regret hiding this from me. You've seen my love,and now... now you will see my Hate." "I didn't hate you when you left me. But today, today you've given me a reason to." His face twisted in a storm of fury, betrayal. "I'll make your life a living hell. This was all because of our family rivalry right? Now, I'll show You what a Real Rivalry looks like." Each word filled with venom, rage, and the promise of Vengeance. The man who had once been the hero of someone's story had now become the villain of his own. His Love turned into Vengeance.

When I say Samaksh Rathore and Dhvani Shukla hate each other, I don't mean a little eye-roll or silent treatment kind of hate. I mean absolute, hard-core, blood-boiling hate. She's from Uttar Pradesh, daughter of a powerful political family-full of drama, chaos, and zero fear. He's from Rajasthan, heir to a wealthy business empire-swagger, charm, and sharp one-liners. Their worlds collided like firecrackers on Diwali. Their first meet? Vani stormed right in front of Samaksh's brand-new car, screamed at him like he was the villain of her movie, and-just to seal her point-she threw a stone straight at his ride. Sam, of course, didn't stay quiet. He roasted her so bad that the air was filled with insults louder than traffic horns. Their second meet? Worse. Another argument, another war. This time Sam threw the word "Bhagodi" at her, mocking the fact that she had run away from home. And Vani? She didn't waste a second-her hand flew, and the slap echoed louder than their shouting. Now, just the sight of each other makes their blood boil. If looks could kill, Sam and Vani would have destroyed each other long ago. Enemies isn't even the word... these two are living, breathing disasters waiting to explode.