Villainess's Vengeance ~ A Rebirth Story previously known as Left at the Altar ~ Rebirth of the Villainess. *** "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?

rain, spotify and us?~ Six hearts. One campus. Shared dreams stitched between lectures and late nights. Laughter so loud it leaves your stomach aching. The kind of warmth people spend their whole lives searching for. The kind of memories you don't realize you're building until they become the ones you never want to lose. Some of them fight like they mean it. Some of them pretend like they don't feel it. And some have been loving in silence for far too long. Because beneath the teasing and the arguments and the carefully built walls, they all want the same thing. To be chosen. To be understood. To be loved exactly as they are. The kind that feels like coming home after you've been pretending for too long. They thought they knew where they stood. They didn't realize love was already finding its way through the cracks. And sometimes, the very thing that heals you... is the thing that can break you. as they say, with love comes betrayal.. ---- Amaya, a girl who has been self-dependent her whole life and believes love is a waste of time, meets Agastya Arora, her complete opposite, yet equally chaotic and competitive. Their rivalry sparks constant tension between them. Agastya loves testing Amaya's boundaries, but as days pass, he slowly begins to care for her. So, will they remain enemies, or will this rivalry turn into something more? Tanya, who has recently come out of a toxic relationship, enters into a fake relationship with her brother's best friend, Kavish, for certain reasons. However, Kavish begins to fall for her more with each passing day. Will Tanya ever realize his feelings, or develop her own? And if she does, will she accept him? Vienna met a guy named Krishiv who hasn't left her mind since. For the first time, she finds herself in love with her guitarist guy. Krishiv, however, is reserved and struggles to open up due to something from his past. Will he ever reciprocate her feelings and heal, or will Vienna be left loving him from afar?

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

5 years is a long time. A person can change a lot in 5 years. After Isabella's heart was torn to shreds she reinvented herself, she was not letting a man destroy her. Lots of tears and lots of alcohol later Isabella Bianca Cortello-Moratti is a changed woman. She is well over a certain handsome Russian who she fell in love with all those years ago. But what will happen when someone familiar returns and feelings begin bubbling back up again? And what will happen when Isabella's past starts to creep up on her?

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.

#2nd book of Alluring love series. "Your touch was lethal, drawing me into a world of forbidden passion." "YOU are lethal, a siren luring men into her deadly trap." ⋆*:..｡o○TROPES○o｡..:*⋆ -Stalker Romance -She fell first and he fell harder -Secret -Mafia x Cybersecurity analysts -Age gap -touch her or him and die -Suspense and thriller *+:｡.｡COMING SOON ON 12 MAY｡.｡:+*

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 '𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐧' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ❝𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭.❞ -Shivani Desai ❝𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧.❞ -Reyaan Oberoi ～✿～ She is the mastermind of the game, planning every move carefully and placing every piece with precision. Yet, she doesn't realize that the game isn't just running on her skills, but the god of the game himself is on her side. -quietly playing his own game in the shadow of her game. ～✿～ 🎀 TROPES 🎀 Physiotherapist × BusinessTycoon Replaced Groom Mystery/suspense Obsessive MMC Healer × Stalker Childhood Trauma Family Secrets Spicy

'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

Alina Book 2 NOT a standalone!!! ----- The treasure has been hidden, now the hunt is on. Alina Lombardi has disappeared. Stripped of her identity and locked away, the young girl has fallen victim to a sick obsession at the hands of her brothers; the new leaders of the Russian Bratva. The Ivanov brothers will do anything to keep their little rabbit, their Zaya safe. But how safe can one really be with the likes of them? Will Alina's dwindling spirit heal the wounds of their past, or only feed the fire that fuels their insanity? Her adoptive family, the American-Italian mafias, saved her from the clutches of the Ivanovs once before. But can the Lombardis do it again? In a twisted game of rivals, lies, and greed, is family, love, and new friends in the most unlikely of places. But how many players really are there?

Two strangers. One arranged marriage. And a love that arrived slowly... softly... in gestures, in silences, and in moments no one else ever noticed. Shivika Verma has always lived just a little behind the curtain-compared, overlooked, unseen. Prerit Sabharwal has always carried the weight of being the eldest, responsible, ambitious, expected to never falter. When their families arranged their marriage, neither felt ready. But life has a quiet way of teaching that love isn't loud or dramatic... it's tender, unhurried, and real. They were strangers bound by promise, not choice. Yet in the small, everyday moments- the shared silence, the hesitant glances, the warmth of eachother... something unspoken began to bloom. Some love stories ignite with sparks. Theirs began with a quiet that pulled them closer.. and kept them there. Dedicated: To every girl who craves a guy who will baby her softly- who will listen, hold, cherish... and love her gently, without asking her to be anything more than herself.