[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.] In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths, shrouded in intrigue, have the power to reshape their destinies and ignite the flames of curiosity, making their journey all the more compelling. What is the secret or rather those? *Content and Trigger Warning: Mention of suicide, death, killing*

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐𝟐 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

#𝟑 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬 ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙ Have you ever wanted something so destructive that it feels like your insides are burning with hatred? Yet, ironically, you long to fall apart and be shattered by this destruction. But is it really destruction, or the beginning of something inevitable? Something specially designed to be a your ruin. He broke me, shattered my soul, and then just sat by, letting me ruin him. He was satisfied, and so was I. We healed, only to break again. We understood it, we are meant to be each other's, an obsession. I am his obsession and so is he mine. We are together until we will be buried dead inside the heaven of sins.

[On Hold] She didn't know where she was being sent. Her stepmother had told her it was just a job-cleaning, serving, nothing more. But when she stepped in his penthouse, a shiver crawled down her spine. Something wasn't right. The house was silent, dark and cold. The fragrance of something loomed something she couldn't name. Fear? Temptation? Fate? And then, she sees him. Vidyut Roy. Tall, handsome, and devastatingly powerful. A man whose name carries sins-one who is feared, despised (hated) and utterly ruthless. The world already hates him for what he did to his ex-wife, Avyah, for the way he destroyed her without remorse. He was never a hero, never a savior. He was a man who owned, who controlled, who consumed. Mira, on the other hand, is a walking, talking storm of emotions. The kind of girl who dramatically stares out of windows when it rains, narrating her own tragic backstory like she's in a movie. She picks fights with her own conscience, trips over flat surfaces and laughs at her own joke and never shuts up. She is a mess of contradictions wrapped in one stubborn, cute, innocent, dramatic package. But. She doesn't know, this is a cage. And he is already holding the key.

𝗕𝗼𝗼𝗸 1-𝗥𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗦𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀 From the very beginning, he was "Her's" it was as if they were destined to be together. They came into this world hand in hand, born within moments of each other. She held the key to his heart, the one who could calm the storms raging within him with just a smile. Their connection was like the unbreakable bond of two souls who had journeyed through lifetimes together. They couldn't fathom a world where they were apart, for their hearts beat in harmony, their destinies forever intertwined. It was as if the universe had conspired to bring them together, to create a love story that would captivate the very essence of their existence. And as they embarked on this journey, they knew that they were each other's greatest treasure, their love an eternal flame that would light up their path through the twists and turns of life. ~Abhimanyu Raichandh ~Aaradhya Chauhan Their love story was destined to be legendary, a tale of two souls bound together for all eternity. For him, she would always be his angel, and for her, he would forever be her Maan.

Jenifer Martin, a girl from California. A girl with a beautiful and the kindest heart. She has a superb business degree. But alas, sometimes bad things happen to good people. Her boyfriend of three years cheated on her with her only best friend since childhood. Damian Wilson, CEO of Wilson Clothing. He is handsome, he is super intelligent for the business world. Lives in New York City. He believes in love, but haven't found yet. He has one night stands just for his distraction though. A girl from California and guy from New York. How these two will meet? Maybe she will work for him or maybe not? Stay tuned to find out more about these two souls! Love, Anushka💛 Ranks:- #45 in nyc out of 1.56k stories. #4 in romance out of 1.95k stories PS- Current cover made by @_navyblueee_ Date:26/03/22

Shadow series book 4 [ slow updates ]

Heart series book 1

Older men make the best lovers-mature, experienced, they know exactly how to take control. But 𝗔𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗯𝗵 𝗞𝗮𝘃𝗿𝗮𝘆? He wasn't just a lover. He was a beast. A true Daddy-even if he was younger than me. "𝘔𝘢𝘺𝘢, 𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘢𝘤. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬-" I dropped the bottle onto the table with a heavy thud, then shaped my fingers into a circle and slid my other hand up through it, showing her exactly what I meant. "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘬." "𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴? 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘢-" she hiccupped-"𝘢 𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬?" I leaned in so close my lips brushed her ear, my voice a drunken, filthy whisper. "𝘉𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘶𝘴𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝙨𝙚𝙭." "𝘉𝘶𝘵-𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘢𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳?" Maya's eyes narrowed. "𝘈𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘪𝘯-𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘈 𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘬?" The grin slipped right off my face. I sat back, letting my eyes drift over the dim, smoky bar. My other friends were dancing under flashing lights, their dresses riding high, drinks spilling. My 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝘆 was in full swing. But all I could think about was the way he'd stretched me until I cried his name. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵-" My voice cracked before I cleared my throat. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘣𝘩 𝘒𝘢𝘷𝘳𝘢𝘺." 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝗺. I hated his smug smile. His dangerous charm. The fact that everyone avoided

(ADULTS ONLY) He was older. Divorced. Hot. Had abs that could make a saree fall off- And I wanted him to take my virginity while I was wearing one. He used to tutor me in maths-strict, sharp, and so damn serious. But now, all I could think about was how his hands would feel on my waist, how his mouth would taste on my skin. I lifted my saree. Pulled up my underskirt. His mouth dropped when he saw my bald, dripping pussy. "Sohini," he moaned-his voice nothing like the one that used to explain equations.