𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟐 𝐨𝐟 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐞 & 𝐑𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐛𝐮𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒, 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐒 Varnika Rawat, one of the top fashion designers of New York. Despite being talented & successful, people misunderstood that she has reached the heights of success only because of being the sole heiress of Rawat Industries. She was living her carefree life, ignoring people's remarks but her life turned upside down when her childhood enemy Atharv Kapoor entered in her life. Atharv Kapoor, CEO of Kapoor Industries who is known for his sunshiny nature. But only the business world is aware of his monstrous side. Circumstances made both of them bear each other. But what will happen when she will feel something more than just hate for him? As much as she hates him, she's attracted to him. But the question is, will Atharv feel the same for her ? Will he try to know the misunderstood heiress ? Or will he again tag her as a mere spoiled princess? . . Be a part of their hatred journey to get answer about these questions. . ©𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 & 𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐗𝐂𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑 #1 in enemiestolovers #1 in obsession

𝑆𝐻𝐸 𝑊𝐴𝑆 𝐻𝐼𝑆-𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝐵𝑅𝐸𝐴𝑇𝐻, 𝐵𝐸𝐹𝑂𝑅𝐸 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝑁𝐴𝑀𝐸...𝐻𝐼𝑆 𝐷𝐸𝑆𝐼𝑅𝐸 𝑂𝐿𝐷𝐸𝑅 𝑇𝐻𝐴𝑁 𝐻𝐸𝑅 𝑆𝑂𝑈𝐿⛓️

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |

˙⋆✮ 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.

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞. ✮⋆˙ 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞✮ ⋆˙ "Wasn't it enough to break my heart that now you're breaking yours too?" Reyansh said, gazing at the divorce papers in his hands, signed by her. "We were never 'us'." Shravani replied, tears streaming down her cheeks as she looked at the papers he held. Reyansh let out a painful chuckle. "Then what were we, Mrs. Rajvansh?" he questioned, his voice tinged with danger, still fixated on the papers. Shravani remained silent, wiping away a tear. "It was just a coincidence that we met," her gaze shifted to his face, only to be taken aback by his roaring voice, "AND THAT DAMN COINCIDENCE IS CALLED DESTINY." ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ✮ "Ro aap rahin hain, aur dard hume ho raha."✮ ─── ⋆⋅☼⋅⋆ ─── ✮𝐒𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀 "I have drowned countless times, enough to realise I am not worthy of resurfacing." ✮𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 "I would cross vast distances, even through the depths of the ocean just for her." [Translations available!!!]

She didn't know a mere conversation will lead her to world of mafias. He promised her he won't touch her without her consent while she was determined to make him break his promise. He is ruthless, uncontrollable, murderer and bring hell to people. But still claim to, be gentle, under control, savior and bring heaven for her. Vidyut Jaisingh is most twisted man she has ever seen. Her hate will replace into love but guess the realisation will be late. The story would unfold like a delicate dance between fate and free will, with Ragini at the center of a web woven with threads of mystery and danger. As the man's intentions remained shrouded in secrecy, and Ragini's fate hung in the balance, the stage was set for an enigmatic encounter that would test the limits of courage and resilience.

"She wore black to every dawat. Until he made her laugh in colour." Miraal Aftab, 25, designs palaces she'll never live in. Born into peshawars old money and older expectations, she's the perfectly cold daughter, grumpy, guarded, always in black. Her life is an architectural blueprint of silence, duty, and sacrifice. Muhib Khan, 28, is everything she hates: charming, reckless, and drowning in secrets. A golden boy in the eyes of society, but beneath his sarcasm lies a darkness he's buried deep. They were forced into a secret nikkah two years ago after a scandal that could have destroyed both families. No love. No romance. Just silence. Separate homes. Separate lives. Until now. Miraal's younger sister's rishta drama brings Muhib crashing back into her world uninvited, unwanted, and still married to he A photo of their hidden nikkah certificate leaks online, their world erupts in gossip, shame, and press frenzy. To keep both legacies intact, they're ordered to move in together and play the perfect couple. But they aren't perfect. They're broken. Bitter. Bound by duty, not desire. As fake smiles turn to real sparks and buried secrets resurface-including who leaked the photo-Miraal and Muhib must face the truth: Can a marriage built on ashes ever bloom into love? Or will they burn each other down trying?

Book 1 in BURNING BETRAYALS (under polishing) What occurs when the four Rajvansh siblings are compelled by their father and stepmother to marry? With their own troubled pasts, will they be able to embrace their wives? How will they respond to the challenges that lie ahead? READ TO KNOW MORE

Zaigham Khan lives by order. CEO of Khan Enterprises. 29 years old. Cold, measured, and dangerously disciplined. His world runs on rules, strict timelines, sharper silences, and the firm belief that emotions are distractions. Zoya Khan is chaos wrapped in sunshine.22 years old. Loud, carefree, and charming. She laughs too easily, talks without filters, and lives like life's a moving swing. But what happens when destiny knots two mismatched hearts into a bond neither saw coming? Tropes: Age Gap Forced Marriage Cousin Marriage (Cultural Context) Slow Burn Grumpy x Sunshine Opposites Attract