"Aditya, I-" "Yes or No." His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. Shivalika didn't say anything. She knew if she replied with only Yes or No then it will bring up more Misunderstandings. But Her silence was enough for him. "The lies, the betrayal... You really thought I wouldn't find out?" Her eyes drifted to the papers in his hand-papers that would change everything. Her face paled. She had never imagined the truth would come out like this. "D-DNA report..." Her voice trembled. Her family was now frozen in shock. The betrayal was too much. His heart, once shattered, He had trusted her, believed her- But she had betrayed him. Not once, but twice. After all these years, she had hidden the truth about his daughter. "You hid it from me." His voice was thick "For eight years." His words were harsh. "I have a 7 year-old daughter, and I never knew she existed. I thought my child was dead! And you... you didn't think I had the right to know?" His voice broke into a whisper, one laced with pain. "I should've known. I shouldn't have trusted you after what you did to me eight years ago." Disgust curling his lips. For the first time, Shivalika saw hatred for her in his eyes, and it pierced her soul. But she knew she deserved it- every bit of his hate. She had broken him all over again. "You're a lawyer, right? You fight for human rights, but You took away my rights as a father." "Ms. Chauhan...You will regret hiding this from me. You've seen my love,and now... now you will see my Hate." "I didn't hate you when you left me. But today, today you've given me a reason to." His face twisted in a storm of fury, betrayal. "I'll make your life a living hell. This was all because of our family rivalry right? Now, I'll show You what a Real Rivalry looks like." Each word filled with venom, rage, and the promise of Vengeance. The man who had once been the hero of someone's story had now become the villain of his own. His Love turned into Vengeance.

𐙚𓏲⋆ ִֶָ ๋𓂃 ⋆ᡣ𐭩 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 They hated each other. Academic rivals. Family friends. Nothing more. Years apart felt like freedom- Until fate brought them face to face again. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒎𝒚 𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒔... I kissed her back. Once. Twice. But then I forced myself to pull away. Her eyes fluttered open in confusion. I cupped her face gently, brushing my thumb across her cheekbone. "l'll hate myself tomorrow if I take advantage of this moment." "I'd never hate you," she whispered, eyes heavy-lidded. "You're the only place I feel safe." And it hit me harder than the kiss. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒆... I broke the kiss, breathing heavy, my forehead resting against hers. "You belong to me," I whispered, voice raw. "I'm your husband, Ruhi. Not him. Me." She swallowed hard, her lips still trembling. "I know," she whispered. "I didn't mean to-" "No. Listen to me." He cupped her face, firm but not rough. "You're mine to hold. Mine to protect. Mine to kiss. Mine to fight with. Mine to lose sleep over. Not some asshole who thinks a toy will get him what he wants."

She aimed for Survival; he became the Bullet. Until fate became the battleground of hearts. They say love can heal, but what if it's the wounds are from Love that break you? Leher Roychowdhury loved once-and lost everything. Heartbroken and scared, she swore never to love again. But fate isn't done playing. Forced into a marriage by family debts and old promises, she's stuck with a man who's as guarded as she is vulnerable. Azaan Sarfaraz has a deadly aim on the shooting range and in life. His heart? Locked away behind layers of pain and heartbreak especially over the girl- Leher who betrayed him once and still haunts his every breath. When their worlds collide, sparks fly-and so do ghosts from their past. Love that's meant to heal might just be the fire that consumes them. In a game of heartbreak, only one thing is certain: No one leaves unscathed.

"She'll be mine and once she is mine I won't let her go anywhere" Series - FALLING (Part-1) (Edited) RUDRANSH SINGH RAGHUVANSHI the remorseless CEO of RSR Company and the most powerful man of the country. ANANYA BANERJEE the sweet, sunshine but protective towards her loved ones. A beautiful love story with hidden past, revenge, toxicity and lot. RUDRANSH X ANANYA RUANYA It holds 18+ content

𝙈𝙖𝙞 𝘼𝙜𝙖𝙧 𝙆𝙖𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙏𝙪𝙢𝙨𝙖 𝙃𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙣 , 𝙆𝙖𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙖𝙩 𝙢𝙚 𝙣𝙖𝙝𝙞 𝙝𝙖𝙞 𝙠𝙤𝙞 ❛ 𝘼𝙆𝙃𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙭 𝙆𝙍𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙆𝘼 ❜ Book 1 Of 'Hearted Generation' Series • • It is said that marriage is a sacred bond. But Kritika's life has been turned into hell through this sacred bond. Her own father conspired against her and got her married to a Heartless man who is a human being but far from the human norm, who is right to call a human being but wrong to judge his humanity, who is burning in the fire of revenge and Kritika's life is going to be burnt in this fire of revenge! But innocent Kritika does not say a single word even after tolerating all his brutality. After all, who is that eartless man with whom Kritika was married? In which fire of revenge is that heartless man burning? Why does she not say a single word even after tolerating all his brutality? ~ Weak hearted and emotional people should not read this book.

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗻𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶 𝘀𝗶 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗼 𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗵𝗼𝗱 𝗸𝗲 𝗷𝗮𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘁𝗮 𝗵𝘂 𝗸𝘆𝗮? .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒀𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒂 -32 years old. Working as movie director for last ten years but doesn't mix his personal life and professional life. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 -25 years old. An aspiring art student who ends up being selected as the lead actress in a movie accidentally where her whole life changes. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Only I knew how my eyes lingered on him from across the set, how I observed his every move, every interaction. Whether he was discussing prop placement with a crew member or scolding me for my performance with a stern voice, I was captivated. I was enamored by his smile, his rare displays of anger, the way his voice resonated with authority, the way his cheeks flushed with a hint of pride when his work was praised.

˙⋆✮ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Bataiye, kon hai hum aapke?" she cried, broken. In two strides he reached her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around sharply, pulling her into his arms. His arms locked around her trembling body as if he'd never let her go. "Jaan ho tum meri," He whispered harshly against her hair, hugging her tighter as she wept into his chest. *************** Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn't stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn't care. Like her walking out of the door wasn't tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn't beg, if I didn't plead, I'd come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I've been living with that choice.

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••