SCHEDULE : EVERY MONDAY 💗 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Isha mehra × Rudra malhotra ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ My grip on the steering wheel tightened. Isha. Isha. Isha. That name. It wouldn't stop circling inside my head like a curse. "Hm. Rudra?" mom's tone shifted slightly. "What about you? What do you think about Isha?" "She's... pretty." That slipped out of my mouth before my brain could lock it down. I kept my eyes forward, pretending I hadn't just lost control over my damn tongue. Shit. Did I just say that? Me? "She's pretty, huh, bhai?" Arjun teased, grinning at me through the rearview mirror. Damn it. This idiot's going to turn it into a full family circus. "Beta, I didn't ask how she looks," mom said, folding her arms like she was holding court. "I asked, what do you think about her." I didn't answer. Because I didn't know what the hell to say. So I said nothing. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Warning : This story contains abuse, torture, force (not between the couple), murder, and violence. And many more things that might triggerd you. If you're not comfortable with such content, please do not read.

𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES! She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.

𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐡... 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little storm- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 18+ content. Mature language!

Some hearts remember what minds forget, A quiet pulse in silhouette. Not by chance, though hard to set, A tie unseen, one won't regret. Some meetings carry weight unseen, A sense of knowing in between. There are ties that time cannot undo, A silent rhythm known to few. Paths may cross or drift apart, Yet something whispers within the heart. Invisible hands guide every chance, A subtle pull, a fleeting glance. -------------------------------------------------------------------- Hey my loves 💖... the moment is finally here. My journey as an author starts with 'Teri Meri Kahani - The Devoted Hearts. I poured my heart into every page, and I hope it touches yours too and every word is a little piece of me. I invite you to step into a world of love, devotion, and heartbeats shared.

Saint Xavier's Coed School is one of the most renowned institutions in the city, celebrated not only for its talented and creative students but also for its extraordinary academic record. For most, life here revolved strictly around textbook until Raghav stepped onto the debate stage. what might have been just another competition for others marked the beginning of something so pure, even Raghav himself didn't fully understand it yet. THAT SINGLE DEBATE WAS THE SPARK THAT GAVE LIFE TO RAGHAVYA (RAGHAV AND NAVYA).🦋 "RAGHAVYA" is more than just a ship name; it is an emotion for Raghav and everyone who knows his journey. This story, though one sided in reality, captures the essence of what true love feels like. This book is a tribute to the real life Raghav and his heart. "BHALE HI AAPKO WOH NA MILI JISE AAPNE ITNI SHIDDAT SE CHAHA, BUT YOUR EMOTIONS ARE AN INSPIRATION TO ME AND MANY OTHERS. KEHTE HAIN KI FICTION MEIN SAB MUMKIN HAI ISLIYE REAL LIFE MEIN NA SAHI, PAR IS IMAGINARY DUNIYA MEIN AAPKI KAHANI KO PURA KRNE KA KAAM AB MERA !!! DISCLAIMER: This story is inspired by real life events. The initial phase is based on reality with some fictional touches, while the journey beyond school life is almost entirely fictional. For clarity, I will mention which parts are based on real events as the story progresses. 2nd I am launching this book for two reasons: I didn't want to stop writing while my previous project is on hiatus for research. I wanted to give my friend, whose life inspired this book, the happy ending he deserves. THE TROPES🌷 High School Love Story Rivals to Lovers Teenage Romance He Fell First, She Fell Harder Slow Burn AUTHOR'S NOTE: This book is driven by deep emotions, so expect fewer romantic scenes in the initial chapters. While the romance will definitely blossom by the end, the start focuses on the raw, minimal moments of a real connection. - The Unknown Author✨