He was the man every girl dreamed of-rich, tall, handsome, and untouchable. But when he fell, he fell for her. She was small, fragile, carrying shadows from a past she refused to share. To him, she was light. To herself, she was nothing but broken pieces held together by silence. She saw him first. Not in the way most people do- but in the kind of way that carved itself into her fragile, haunted soul. From the very first glance, she couldn't let him go. For a year, she followed him in silence, obsession filling the cracks of a past she could never reveal. To her, it wasn't love. Not yet. It was hunger, confusion, survival. Was it affection... or the madness of a girl too broken to trust her own heart? He wanted her trust. He wanted her truth. He wanted every scar she tried to hide. But she believed that if he ever knew the darkness she carried, he would leave her. So, she smiled. She lied. She pretended her past didn't exist- while loving him so madly, so dangerously, she would destroy herself before letting him go. And he waited. He gave her space she never asked for, drowned himself in whiskey, and hoped one day she would finally choose him over her silence. But she never did. Not with her lips. Not while alive. Instead, she left him a letter. A letter that tore his soul apart and revealed everything she had buried. Years of love, obsession, and pain crumbled into ashes the moment her heart stopped beating. And the man who once had it all became a hollow mess, darker than even his failures could make him. He locked himself away, chasing her ghost through words she left behind, never finding peace until the day death finally came for him. But even then... it wasn't peace. It was ruin. A story of obsession. A story of silence. A story of love so powerful it destroyed them both. Her Silence, His Ruin.

Content Warning: > Mentions of murder, family abuse, and emotional trauma. Blurb / Short Description: > She took the job to escape a life of cruelty. He hired her to hurt the ones who ruined him - but revenge doesn't account for a soft heart. Dedication: > To my Moonbeans 🌙💖 - for every smile, every tear, and every moment you spend lost in these pages. This story is ours. For the quiet fighters who carry their past like a hidden scar - may you find a reason to breathe, a reason to love, and the courage to choose yourself. Tropes #CEOxSecretary #RevengePlot #EnemiesToAllies #OrphanHeroine #MurderMysteryBackstory #OfficeRomance #BadRelatives #MasoomHeroine #BillionaireCEO #SlowBurnRomance #DarkPast

His heart skipped a beat as she stepped forward and placed a soft peck on his cheeks, his ears turned deep red. 'Did you like it babygirl?' his heart started racing speedily as she asked, he lowered his gaze and bit his lips due to nervousness. A sly smirk crept on her lips, she held his chin and his lifted his face, her grip gentle yet firm,'Speak sweetheart' she said, her voice soft yet commanding. He, slowly lifted his gaze, his hands fidgeting, 'Ye..Yes..' a faint voice could only escape from his throat, she chuckled looking at him. 'Aww my babygirl is getting shy shy' she teases him making him blush harder, he buried his face in his palms due to shyness. ______________________________________________________________________________________ S-sh-shadi? kiski shadi? Bhindi aur baingan ki.! Hein? Par wo to sabji h na? I'm talking about our marriage Mr. Malhotra ______________________________________________________________________________________ "Love? She's my devotion and I'm devoted to her"- Akshit Malhotra "Lust? I won't even touch him for the rest of my life if he refuses" - Shivika Sah Jab ishq ibadat ban jaye tab man mandir ban jata hai aur pyar amar ho jata hai. A sweet love story of Akshit and Shivika, where love turns into pure devotion. ___________________________________________ ___________________________________________ Troupes: Extrovert x introvert Age gap Slow burn romance Bold fl x Shy ml He fell first n hardest Start: 28/01/25 End:

The Forever Before Forever I don't know his name yet, nor the warmth in his eyes when they finally find mine. But somewhere, beyond the rush of days and the quiet of nights, a thread already ties us... gentle, unseen, unbreakable. This isn't waiting in emptiness. This is waiting with faith. A becoming, not a pause. A promise, not a question. He exists in a time I haven't walked into yet, and I exist in the prayers he hasn't whispered yet. Until that crossing... I write. Page by page, breath by breath, steady in quiet hope. Because some stories don't begin when two people meet, they begin long before life realises it. This is my forever before forever. Penning each day until the universe leads his gaze to mine🧿🌠

🔥 "Prematapasya - The Sacred Fire of Becoming" is not a love story; it's a soul vow. It is the journey of a girl who loved not to be loved back, but to become divine through that love. 🌺 Somewhere in the vast land of India, her soul calls out - and she knows, with eternal certainty, that her Swamy will hear it. 🕉️ This is her tapasya, her sacred fire, her becoming. 💫 A tale of devotion, destiny, and divine union - where love itself becomes enlightenment. 💖