Siya A sweetheart with a bubbly personality she doesn't have a surname because she believes you don't need anyone's support to achieve your dreams °°°°°°° Aarav Rawat A handsome hunk with a cold-hearted soon-to-be CEO of Rawat Co. ignores girls like you'll ignore YOUTUBE adds softie for closed once.. __________________________________ if you can please give it try to my book I'll appreciate it..♡ __ ISH ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cheating smoking and drinking are not going to be part of this story... __________________________________ Most important ranking #16 out of 5.89k in secretidentity #70 out of 6.39k in cafe #87 out of 1.7k in familybusiness

RUHAAN SINGHANIA , a businessman, and a Mafia ( only for those who do something wrong ) meets a girl DR. SHREYA SHARMA an intern. Their story took a pause before even starting when something happened in the past . Looking at them , the universe decided to reopen the chapters of a book which had been closed from the past 12 years . A story filled with Love , heartbreak , pain, honesty, trust , all things which are needed for a good partner.

🎀⋆｡𖦹°.🧿⋆❀˖°🍧 𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗠𝗔𝗜𝗡 𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗔 𝗗𝗘𝗘𝗪𝗔𝗡𝗔 𝐒𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 Siya was built for purpose, her frame curvy and solid, her skin a rich, compelling dusky tone that glowed under the unforgiving Indian sun. Her confidence wasn't practiced; it was an innate spiritual buoyancy. She handled cash, complaints, and compliments with the same easy grace, her eyes sharp and assessing, missing nothing. Her life was an open book, written in bold, optimistic strokes. She was sunshine distilled, a force of nature entirely comfortable in her skin and her place, even as she dreamed of places elsewhere. 𝐄𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐇𝐀𝐍 Ekaansh Chauhan carried his world with him, and it was a heavy one. He was the definition of controlled containment. At sixteen, his lean, muscular frame was not the result of village labor, but of frantic, disciplined gym work-a physical attempt to outrun the demons that clawed at him in the quiet hours. He was strikingly handsome, certainly, but his beauty was sterile, guarded. His jaw was perpetually clenched, his eyes-deep-set and intense-held the muted, faraway look of someone who had seen too much, too soon.

"I told you , I didn't kill her." "Don't lie to me Aaru . I have been informed that you pushed Mrinalini." He roared. "'Rajan' , I am telling you the truth and who are you to question me ? Who are you ? Who was she to you ? You can never be a good husband and you are proud of being a good ruler. You are a fool ,' Rajan '." " Who are you ? Oh leave that question. But she was my second wife whom I married with respect. Don't even dare to disrespect her . " Still harshness defining his voice. "You are telling me that I am disrespecting her . Wow !! She was my sister, she is and she will. She is not dead to me. She is living in my heart. You left all of us for your damn reason. You are bounded by that so called truth, 'Rajan'." " Don't shout at me 'Aaru' ." His rough hand is holding my nape now. "Don't dare to touch me or this dagger will pierce through your skin and there is no kindness left in me." " Then do it , ' My Queen'. Why are you holding it back? I didn't leave you willingly . You don't know the cruelty hiding behind this beautiful palace. I have to fight against it . I can't see anyone shedding blood anymore. " "Then why didn't you believe me? I am your wife then a queen. I didn't kill her 'My Rajan' . A tear slipped from my eyes." " Then who killed her ?" "You 'Rajan' . YOU!!" Please give my story a try. I promise you all won't be disappointed. Please read the instructions before you start reading.