🖤 Hridaan Deora & Advita Goenka 🖤 In a country that worships power, the Deoras are not spoken of- they are remembered. Old money. Old influence. A legacy that doesn't rise... it endures. Their name doesn't make headlines. It decides them. At the center of it all stands Hridaan Deora- the heir who never needed a crown to rule. Measured. Untouchable. Raised in a house where silence is taught before speech, and truths are buried deeper than loyalty. Nothing enters the Deora world without permission. Nothing stays without purpose. Until her. Advita Goenka. She doesn't arrive with noise. She doesn't ask for space. And yet- doors open. Rooms shift. And something long undisturbed... stirs. The Deora house has always been a place of order. Of control. Of carefully preserved history. But some legacies don't stay buried. They echo. In unanswered questions. In closed rooms. In names that are never spoken aloud. And for the first time in years- Hridaan begins to look closer. Not at the world. At his own home. Because something about her presence feels less like coincidence... and more like consequence. And in a family where everything is controlled, the most dangerous thing isn't power. It's what survives it. In Deora family, nothing is ever accidental. Not the alliances. Not the distance. Not even the affection. And certainly not the secrets. Some are inherited. Some are protected. And some... are buried so well, even the truth forgets where to find them.

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

📚 Silk and Smoke Where silk whispers and smoke lingers, their love story begins. She's couture and command. He's chaos in quiet. Together - they could rewrite fate... or set it on fire. Ivikaa Ambani - the heiress who stitched Paris into her bones and stitched shut her heart. "Silk drips from her touch, fire hums beneath her ribs - Ivikaa, the princess of Paris by design." Adwait Agnivanshi - a man molded by Mumbai's alleys and armed with silence sharper than any scream. "Smoke doesn't scream - it smothers. Adwait, born from Mumbai's cracks, raised in its shadows." Between the bruises of power and the hush of devotion, their story unfolds - slow, aching, inevitable. Because when silk meets smoke... something always catches fire. Tropes : Billionaire X Billionaire Rich X Royal Paris X Mumbai Eldest Daughter X Youngest Son Fashion Designer X 10th Fail Spotlight X Shadows Ambani X Agnivanshi Silk X Smoke No cheating Trope!

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________

"Excuse me!! How dare you to talk to me like this?? Do you know who I am?" He roared at Vanika in loud voice pointing his index finger towards her. "Prime minister ke bete ho tum?? By growing this beard and height, are you thinking that you are training commander? Listen Mr. Whatever, I don't give a damn about your identity. So just leave my way." Vanika said putting his finger down by her index finger. He gave her a death glare and left from there while she smirked . ******************************************************** She was standing in line with other IPS candidates but suddenly gets 440 volt shock when the same man she fought with came to stage throwing sharp glares at Vanika and said - "Good morning Candidates. I am Nirmay Oberoi your training commander. And from now you all will be trained under my guidance in these 11 months." ******************************************************** But both of them did not know that the tale which has started will go "𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝙷𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙴𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙽𝙸𝚃𝚈".

'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."

In the quiet town of Northwood Pines, symbols began to appear-carved into the skin of the dead. As victims fall, Ethan steps into the shadows of city that hides more than it reveals. With every clue, a darker truth surfaces: a killer among them, masked in plain sight, experimenting on lives as if they were science projects. A web of lies, betrayal, and chilling brilliance-where every ally could be the enemy,and every step forward might be a trap. (Snippet) Mark's eyes narrowed. "That means Andrew never submitted the evidence." ............... ............... Mr. Marcus' voice hardened. "I thought you were a good man, like your father. But it seems I was wrong. You're not only a suspect but also aiding another criminal." Read on to discover whether Ethan could prove his innocence and uncover the mastermind behind the deadly trail of symbols. *********** Copyright © [2025] [PRATYUSH PRATEEK MISHRA] All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored, or transmitted by any means without the author's prior consent or written permission. *********** AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first book, and I've poured my heart into it. I've tried my best,but if you come across any errors or feel there's room for improvement, I'd truly appreciate your feedback. Your suggestions will help me grow and do better in my future books. Thank you for reading! (AVG LENGTH OF EACH CHAPTER :10,000 WORDS) *********** GRATITUDE NOTE: A heartfelt thank you to my dear friends-your constant support, encouragement, and belief in me meant the world. Whether it was helping me brainstorm, reading drafts, or simply cheering me on, you've been a huge part of this journey. This book wouldn't be complete without you. *********** CONTENT WARNING: This story contains detailed descriptions of murder, torture, hacking,and other elements related to crime. Some scenes may be disturbing,or triggering for certain readers.Reader discretion is advised.

Queen Victoria School, Nainital. Founded: 1855. "She wears an old uniform," Nisha continued, "pale white face, dark shadows around her eyes. She is often seen sitting on this very chair. And it is said that the chair is always found in front of the mirror no matter where you leave it." Rohan Agarwal has been appointed the manager of a play, and how excited he is to work with Chandni Joshi - his childhood crush, and unfortunately, his senior! A happy-go-lucky high school boarder, he has his fun with his friends, enjoys the odd sport and does not think twice before raiding his warden's office to leak question papers. Then, one misty night, he sneaks into the infamous Green Room; and there, he finds something that wasn't meant to be found... Mysterious happenings in the Green Room begin to follow. That's when Rohan stumbles on the fact that the same play was supposed to have taken place before, but it was cancelled. There was something evil associated with the play. Something terrible had happened in the Green Room the first time around, or at least, that's what the stories said. And yet, Rohan finds, the old stories turn out to be true. And then, he learns a dark secret the school had been hiding...

Tarana Dheer. A young woman living alone in the bustling metropolitan city of Mumbai, trying to make her mark in the tough world of corporate PR in the world famous DeGlobal Corporation, while searching for an ideal place to call home. At work she is forced to work with the mysterious and intriguing Jeet, who tries hard to stay under the radar, just like her. What secrets are Tarana and Jeet hiding? How will their secrets affect each other? Join Tarana in her journey as she weaves her way through treachery, deceit and heartache to live her life on her own terms and find her perfect home forever.