Aarav Oberoi never made mistakes. At least, that's what he told himself. The sleek glass walls of Oberoi Enterprises gleamed under the harsh office lights, but inside the penthouse suite, the air felt thick - with tension, suspicion, and something darker. A confidential project, years in the making, had just been compromised. Millions lost. Trust shattered. And all fingers pointed to one person. Ruhi Sharma. His assistant. The one who had been with him through late nights and endless board meetings. The one he never thought could betray him. But the files had leaked. And in Aarav's eyes, betrayal was betrayal - no matter who wore the mask. He didn't pause to ask questions. He didn't look for proof. Because in the ruthless game of business, weakness was a luxury he couldn't afford. His decision was swift, brutal. He ruined her. Her career. Her reputation. Her future. Now, as the city lights flickered below his office window, Aarav felt a strange weight - not of triumph, but of something far heavier. Regret. Because the real traitor was still out there. And the woman he destroyed was innocent.

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!

IM ASHAMED OF THIS BOOK DONT READ IT ITS SO BAD PLEATHE IM BEGGING U 𝑰𝒕'𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎༄ ✰Byler/Elmax au ✰There's no Upside Down or Eleven with powers in this AU ✰Season 2 contains reddie (kinda) ✰MAIN STORY: Completed [11 chapters] ✰SEASON TWO (Lovers Quarrel): Completed [13 chapters] ✰Highest rankings: #1 on byler [10/11/19] #1 on elmax [26/02/20]

This is the completed third installment to the Closer Trilogy! ..... It was impossible. The thought of Henry was ever present on my mind. Some days it was faint and small, like a whisper in the dark. And on other days, it was insufferable like nails screeching across a chalkboard. But nevertheless, Henry was always on my mind, even if I wasn't thinking about him. Every day, every hour, every minute. Through every heart beat. ..... *** Trigger Warning: Intended for audiences 18 and older. Contains situations some readers might find objectionable. *** Book 3 of the Closer Trilogy, a Dark Romance NO TRANSLATIONS!! A Henry Cavill Fanfiction

What if Eleven had said yes? This is a work created with lots of love (AND FEELINGS). As I start to post it today, I will post five chapters in a row. From now on, I will update every Wednesday. Please bear in mind that English isn't my native language, but I'm trying my best. ________________________________________ Story: @narrativeowl Art: @_afterblossom_ Cover design: @_franartz English translation: Edu (best husband in the whole word, I love you). English proofreading: @fav_littleleaf Here, have a playlist to cry while you read: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLjv8UlP2RJ9WBFlfIjaxLPxUhjZy-BAy_

𝐌𝐘 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐌𝐑 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐈𝐓,, a romance/horror fic where sweet (Y/N) henderson meets a strange man who goes by the name of mr whatsit. highest ranks!! 1 #jamiecampbellbower 1 #peterballard 1 #henrycreel 1 #001 trying to update every day!!!! ongoing