Important Note: This book is a sequel to Phobia and cannot be read as a stand alone. "Look at my wife, pretending she is single." "I'm not your wife!" She snarled. Rehan chuckled darkly and stepped forward, caging her against the wall, blasé to the party happening out in the hall. "Step back." "Make me," he leaned in, his dark grey eyes hooded with unquenched lust. "I'll scream." She threatened. "Do it." He dared. "With my name." A chilling smirk appeared on his face. She scoffed. "You're impossible." Rehan's eyes softened. "Not for you, Mea. Not for you." ------ When Valerius Siciliano, the infamous Tempter of Mafia fell in love, not as Valerius, but as Rehan Malik, the past he had tried to hide, let go of and bury six feet under, crawled back from dead, and caught him in the labyrinth of his own lies. He has lost her. His salvation, the only good in his life, no matter how bad she was for him. She promised she will never let him go, she broke it. Probably, she forgot. How bad, he did not. And he'll make sure she remembers it too. He is not something you can forget, he is a breathing calamity, a destruction, an incurable addiction. He needs her back. His Mea. She belongs to him. And hell will freeze over before he gives up on her.

Siya Raichand was protected, cared and loved all her childhood. She had a perfect family, a perfect house, and a perfect life. Until one fateful night. Now she didn't feel safe out of her father's arms, touch wasn't appreciated if it wasn't her mother's and eyes seemed to be holding alternate motive if it wasn't her family looking at her. Siya had long back realized world only believes what's on surface, never does it try to go beyond it. And she, she had a depth of an ocean that no one was willing to explore. She wasn't just the epitome of cruel smirks and cold glares, no, there was gentleness hidden within but no one seemed to believe that. So she didn't bother either. Because it didn't deserve what she was within, it deserved her ruthlessness and that's what she gave, in abundance. If it feared her eyes, she didn't stop herself from throwing daggers through her empty glares. If it feared her mouth, she retaliated with filthy words and sarcasm. If it feared her memories, she gave them nightmares to dream about. The world perceives her as a cruel, sanctimonious, greedy, and a sadist woman? Fine, that's what it'll get. And she was determined to live by that, had it not been him barging into her life with his eyes darker than grey sky, his smile gentle than moonlight, his touch tender than a rose petal and his lips, those damn lips, so fucking kissable, that always spoke with undaunted courage and leveled sarcasm. He wasn't intimidated like the rest of the world. He didn't entertain her status like the money sucking leeches did. He was him, and that was her favourite fucking thing about him. The moment their bare fingers had brushed and she felt her heart skyrocketing, in a good way, she knew she couldn't let go of him. He was her salvation. He was her medicine. He was her change. And he belonged to her. And hell would freeze over before she gave up on him.

Important Note : This book is a sequel to The Sinner and not a stand alone book. | • | Her love was like an unicorn. Something that he didn't believe in. Something that he didn't want to believe in. It was surreal, just like her. While he, he was someone who didn't even believe in the reality. But she managed to make him believe in her love. And she managed to make him believe in unicorns. He still remembers the depth of her brown eyes, it was a bottomless abyss. He remembers her gentle touch on his skin, it was a silken caress. And he remembers her smile, oh she held the entire universe in the uplift of her lips. Love for him before her was just a comfort zone. Now without her, without any promise or her bodily presence, it is still the reason that his heart races and emotions spiral in a whirlwind of ecstasy. Yes he has lost her, and he is hell bent on winning her back. But he has to Redeem himself before that, because he don't want to be The Sinner anymore. Content and Trigger Warning: This story depicts mental health issues, trauma, violence and self-harm.

Reyansh Raichand is not heartless. His heart is just frozen, craving to be moved. The world that is empty, the crowd that is shallow and the life that is absent of entity, he is willing to give up all and cease his existence. That is until, Jahanvi Mathur, along with her three year old, stumbles back into his life after six years. She has it all, happiness, smiles, and laughs, embracing her in it's pulchritude. Two emotions collide. His hate for her and love for the little one, drives him into an insane obsession to win them both. Inflicting pain on her and putting world to the feet of her daughter is his only aim. His heart has finally moved. And not for a great cause. He knew she was an art, and he wanted to ravage her. Because he was a Sinner and she was going to be his most beautiful Sin. Content and Trigger Warning: This story depicts mental health issues, trauma, violence and suicide.

Important:- You Need To Read The Heartbreaker to understand the plot. Away from everyone, Rivaah is content living a life of single mother and a successful Advertising Head. Her love story didn't had that sappy happy ending, but the little bundle of joy she received was all worth it. She has it all set. Spending her whole life making her son's life better is her ultimate goal. But it seems God doesn't love her enough. When two choices land her in a state of either everything or nothing, she definitely goes for the first one. After all, her son is all she has. But the price she has to pay to make her son's life better, is huge. Will she get her sappy happy ending this time? Or will she be left the same, alone and all on her own. ______ "Isn't he my daddy?" "He is." "I wanna meet him." "He don't want us." "Why? Was I a bad boy?" "No, darling. You're the best." "Mommy, please." "He doesn't remember us, son." He is definitely God's favourite. After ruining three lives, he forgot everything and is happy. He remembers nothing about the past, only the others affected are carrying the scars he inflicted.

Kabir Raichand was a man made up of two things. Power and Destruction. He carried insanity so inexplicably surreal, you'd always want to make sense of it, desperate to seek the reality this man dabbles in, if there's one. Because he smiles in a way that's alluring to the Gods. They call him heaven's favourite, nothing and nobody ever defies him. But beneath that ethereal face, lives a demon, a seething monster whose greed for power and control never succumbs, whose presence sheathes itself so skillfully, you're always.... always caught off-guard. He's not a man you should ever surrender your heart to. He breaks them. Shatters them to pieces. And he watches with a sick smile as you mourn over yourself. But no one would ever blame you if you ever fall for the devil's charm. For when he sets his eyes on you, there's no turning back. Rivaah Verma made that mistake. Walked into his life with an inebriated luck, defied the heaven's favourite, challenged his unleashed control, looked down on his insurmountable power. In return, destiny wrote him in her fate, and Kabir Raichand sealed it with a heartbreak.

What are the odds of a love happening between a man with failed parents and a woman who is a failed parent? In a normal setting, none. However, there's was no normal setting. When the second-in-line Prince of Jaigarh starts receiving death threats from a patient's husband he recently operated on, the royal palace goes into chaos. He's immediately appointed a bodyguard, who much to his chagrin, happens to be his brother's closest loyal. They don't see eye to eye. And they cannot stand each other. But bound to his brother's words, he accepts the woman, on a condition that she stays at least five feet behind him. And it was supposed to stay that way. Before he comes face to face with someone from the past, someone who had told him he'd die single. As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is how he ends up introducing his bodyguard as his new girlfriend who he's so besotted by. In a nutshell, it's a set-up. So what could go wrong? Turns out, when feelings get involved, everything.

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK Sara Rajawat has walked half her journey for vengeance alone. Things are getting tougher. More dangerous. More brutal. She might not be prepared to control the tsunami of consequences threatening to engulf her. So he steps in. With a wedding ring in his hand. Her ex-husband, the King of Jaigarh, a man feared by all, defied by none. And offers her his power, his throne, his sword, wanting nothing in return. Or so she is made to believe. Because once the Queen obliterates all the pieces on the board, the King is taking her for himself. *Content and Trigger warning: gore language, violence, graphic description of sex, mentions of suicide, past trauma.

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK In the wake of her return to her home country, Sara Rajawat wanted only two things: to help her brother achieve his revenge, and get started on her own. In the span of twenty years, she had very meticulously planned out the five cold blooded murders of the five monsters who had stolen the light of the day from her sister's eyes. It's time, for once, she sleeps peacefully now. But then enters Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, her ex husband, with a set of his own questions, still wearing their wedding ring. In the six months they were married, he had never glanced at her, let alone speak to her. Except for when they fought, with weightless things and hateful words hurled at each other so loud even the palace walls had shuddered. Their marriage was a disaster, and the only sane decision was to walk out of it. So what makes him think she owes him any explanation? But if she knows one thing about her ex-husband apart from being an uptight and the most unempathetic person to ever walk on the face of the earth, then that he's stubbornly in hate with her. She knows nothing about where his hatred stems from, neither does she care. She never did. He is an insignificant fragment of her past, and she wants him to stay as such. But maybe that's exactly what's keeping him hooked to her. Because Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, for anyone, is unforgettable.

Rudra Rana Singh Rawal was abandoned at the age of two. Stolen name. Stolen identity. Stolen crown. He has lived the life of a thief despite being a Prince. There's only one thing he is surviving for: Revenge. And there's only one person he's living for: His Esther. Who's more important? The reason that's keeping him alive, or the reason he hasn't given up for? He's afraid he'll have to steal one to win another. But revenge is a war. It cannot be stolen. It should be won. And this time, he's determined to rise as a winner. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse, child molestation, and suicide