( 𝐀𝐠𝐧𝐢𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤~ 𝟐)💗 𝐉𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐱 𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 ""By day, he is nothing more than my professor. Cold. Arrogant. Untouchable. His words cut sharp, his gaze heavier than the silence that follows them. We don't get along-never have, never will. I hate him for the way he looks at me like I'm a problem he can't solve, and I'm certain he hates me more for daring to defy him in every lecture hall. But the truth I carry is darker than the glares we exchange. He isn't just my professor. He isn't just my best friend's husband's younger brother-the one everyone calls disciplined, brilliant, respectable. Beneath the pressed suits and the authority, he is something far more dangerous. A hacker. A shadow who can bend systems, ruin empires, and vanish without a trace. And somehow, I'm the only one who knows what he really is. I never meant to find out. I never wanted to be the one holding his secret in my trembling hands. But secrets like his don't stay silent. They snare, they choke, they demand. And now, I'm trapped-caught in his web, drawn deeper with every passing night. In the daylight, we are enemies, circling each other with venom on our tongues and fire in our eyes. But when the night begins, when the world falls quiet and shadows take over, the lines blur. Hatred melts into something hungrier. Every argument feels like foreplay, every warning like a promise. The closer I get, the less I can tell where danger ends and desire begins. He told me once that he was ruin, that loving him would be a catastrophe. But maybe ruin was exactly what I needed. Because the more I fight him, the more I realize the truth: he might be my greatest mistake... or the only salvation I'll ever find. Read to find what is written in ours.

⟡ ִֶָ ⋆ 𐙚 ̊ Book : #1 [ Princess X Bodyguard ] 𐙚 ̊⋆ ִֶָ ⟡ ✦•┈๑ 𖤝 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆ · · ─ ·𖥸· ─ · ·⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 𖤝 ๑┈•✦ Sahiba, haunted by the ghosts of her past, fears the cruel hands of fate that have always snatched away the ones she loved. Aryaveer, a man consumed by an unquenchable fire, sees in her the only thing he can never truly have-peace. Every touch ignites a storm, every glance is a battle between longing and restraint. He wants to own her completely, yet refuses to seek redemption. She craves his presence, yet dreads the ruin it might bring. Love. Obsession. Guilt. Desire. A war between hearts where losing means falling too deep to ever return. 🌹✨️ * - - - - - - - - ━━━━⊱♡⊰━━━━ - - - - - - - - *

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

Gauri Sharma, a 23-year-old orphan and single mother, lives a quiet, grounded life in Delhi with her 4-year-old daughter, Manya - her entire world wrapped in tiny hands and innocent smiles. Gauri doesn't know who Manya's father is, and she's long stopped trying to chase the past. All she wants is a peaceful life for her daughter and herself. But peace is shattered the day she steps into the dazzling chaos of her best friend Vaani's high-profile wedding. There, she crosses paths with Reyansh Malhotra - a 30-year-old billionaire CEO, a man cloaked in power, pride, and shadows. Reyansh doesn't believe in love. He doesn't care for innocence. But the moment he sees Gauri, and then hears the soft giggles of little Manya, something in him begins to shift. Drawn to both mother and daughter with an intensity he can't explain, Reyansh finds himself pulled into a dangerous game of obsession, desire, and buried truths. Manya's sweet affection touches a part of him he thought long dead... and Gauri's warmth begins to melt walls built over years. But love never comes easy - especially when secrets, scars, and silent enemies threaten to destroy everything. He was meant to rule empires. But a woman and her daughter might just conquer his soul.

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

When She lost everything he came into her life as a new found light or that's what she thought but at the end he even made her lose herself...But is this the real end or there's something more to this story of a unloved bride. . . . "Please humne kuch nhi kiya...ple..ase mat..ki..kij.iye ye humare saa.th", she pleaded, her hands bleeding tied in the chains tightly. Her face covered with blood and tears. Meanwhile the eyes she stared through her lashes held only anger and hatred with not even a slightest glint of remorse. "Tum jaise ladki ko bazaar me 2 kodi me bechte hain log...Humne tumhe sar pe bithaye aur tumne...Tumhe biwi ka darja dekar sabse badi galti ki hai humne apne jiwan ki." With this he tightened the chains that tied her legs. He left without even sparing her a glance. She lied there lifeless. It felt like somebody has poured acid in ears and then and there she lost the only one she had...herself. . . . "Paas mat aana humare...Dur ho jaiye humse" , I screamed as I slid back across the floor , he advanced one step at a time, his pace steady and purposeful. "Bas karo jaana aajao apne asli jagah pe wapis", he said with a devilish grin that can take out even a dead soul out of the grave... He grabbed my ankle and pulled me, as I landed on his arms he said with possisveness lacing his tone..."And your only right place is here, jaana, right here in my arms..." "I failed you before, Siya. Now, I'd chain you to the bed if that's what it takes to keep you with me," Raghuveer murmurs, his eyes burning with an intensity Siya has never seen. . . His love, once neglected, has transformed into an obsession so intense it threatens to consume them both. As he fights to keep her by his side, she must decide if this newfound passion is something she can still embrace-or if it will be the force that tears them apart. © 2024 Siyaraghuveer. All rights reserved.

The city of Mumbai buzzed with life, its skyline shimmering like a crown of ambition and desire. Amidst this world of luxury, power, and deceit, two destinies were about to collide... Agastya Khatri-a name that commanded power and respect. A ruthless multibillionaire known for turning everything he touched into gold, except for his own heart-cold, impenetrable, and ruled by logic. For him, emotions were liabilities, and relationships were nothing more than profitable deals. On the other side of the world of wealth was Shanaya Aggarwal-the spoiled, reckless daughter of a powerful business tycoon. Selfish and impulsive, she treated life like a playground meant for her amusement. Consequences were stories for other people. And then there was Siya Chaudhari-Shanaya's childhood best friend, the girl next door who believed in love, loyalty, and destiny. With her simple life and innocent charm, she was everything the elite world of power despised-and secretly craved. --- The story began the night Shanaya refused to meet Agastya, her father's business partner's son. Annoyed by the idea of an arranged alliance, she shoved the responsibility onto Siya, asking her to pretend to be "Shanaya" just for one meeting. Siya hesitated, unaware that this one lie would change her life forever. Dressed in borrowed elegance, she walked into the exclusive restaurant, heart pounding, hoping to survive the night unnoticed. But fate had other plans. Agastya Khatri was expecting arrogance and entitlement. What he found instead was innocence wrapped in elegance, vulnerability hidden behind hesitant smiles. He was intrigued. She was terrified. He saw a challenge. She saw a mistake. But destiny saw... a story worth telling. Two souls. One lie. An impossible love tangled in a world of deceit, power, and desire...

𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 - 𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐄𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐫𝐞. 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐝, 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝. 𝐀 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞, 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞. 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐩𝐮𝐭 - 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐬𝐡 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐚 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐱𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭, 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐩𝐨𝐧. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫. 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 -

Blurb:- This isn't just about how Lucifer became the man everyone feared. It's about the revenge he spent years sharpening against the woman who laughed when he begged, who left him standing in the rain while she chose someone richer, someone safer. Someone not him. It's about me the woman who loved him long before the empire, who watched him turn his heart into a weapon and his silence into a cage. Who stood beside him while he burned her world down, piece by piece, thinking maybe just maybe the fire would finally warm him enough to see me. And it's about the ending no one saw coming the day he stopped hunting her. And chose someone else. . . . . . TROPES . Revenge Romance Ex-Lovers, Unfinished Business Obsession and Betrayal Love Triangle Dark Fixation She Waited. He Moved On. First Love, Final War Multiple Pov

It was Gulaal's first day after marriage. After completing her Teej fast and rituals, she entered her husband's room-only to see her husband with another woman. CM Rana Sarvagya Singh Shekhawat was on the bed, holding his girlfriend in his arms. The sight shocked Gulaal so much that the puja thali slipped from her hands. Hearing the noise, Sarvagya and his girlfriend turned to look at her. "You-you are the same girl whom Sarvagya bought for himself?" His Girlfriend Damisha, staring at Gulaal's frightened face, continued mockingly, "Why, does it hurt to see another woman in your husband's arms? Actually, this Rana-sa isn't really a husband at all..." Hearing her, Gulaal's anger flared. Looking straight at her husband, she said bitterly: "I don't even consider a man who goes around sleeping here and there as a man. Such a person is called a dog." Saying this, she walked away to her own room where the servants also lived. She went to remove her jewelry at the table-when suddenly, she realized someone had closed the door behind her. Before she could even turn around, someone grabbed her by the waist and pressed their lips hard against hers.