One night changed them. Not slowly. Not gently. The way glass breaks - instant and irreversible. Myra Aggarwal was once the kind of girl who loved quietly and completely. Who gave warmth to people without asking for anything back. Who still believed in people despite everything her own home failed to give her. She doesn't believe anymore. Five years in Canada built her into someone unrecognizable. Someone who walks into rooms like a warning. Who trusts nobody. Who needs nobody. She came back to India for a reason. Yuvan Malhotra was not supposed to be part of it. He used to be soft once. The kind of person who made everything feel lighter just by being there. The laugh. The warmth. The way he made ordinary moments feel like they meant something. That person doesn't exist anymore. What's left is cold. Closed. Someone who doesn't call his family back, doesn't let anyone close, doesn't feel - or if he does, nobody ever gets to see it. He became this way because of that night. Because of her. Or at least - that is what he has spent five years believing. Now they are here. Same city. Same air. Two people wearing the faces of who they used to be and none of the softness. They look at each other like a wound. Like something that never healed right. Like hatred - because the alternative is far too dangerous to name. What actually happened that night? One of them is carrying a truth the other never waited to hear. And it is only a matter of time before it breaks the surface. His Hate Her Goodbye. Some goodbyes don't end. They just wait. What happened that one night that changed everything? To find out , read duet 2 "His hate, her goodbye" Read "His fresher her forever ( DUET 1 ) " first to understand this book. Start - 24 april 2026 End -

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 #𝐁 𝐎 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐄 STARTED: 06 - 09 - 2025 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤 𝐗 𝐋𝐚𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐏𝐚𝐮𝐥 Aariz Shaik built walls around his heart long ago. Reserved, composed, and dangerously indifferent to love, he believes that some battles are lost before they even begin. And Lavanya paul? She was the only war he never had the courage to fight. She loved him. Unconditionally. Desperately. But when silence became his answer, she was forced to walk away. Years later, fate plays its cruelest hand-Lavanya reappears in his life, not as a distant memory, but as his best friend's fiancée. Bound by an engagement she doesn't want and trapped in a future she never chose, she wears her heartbreak like armor. And Aariz? He stands in the shadows, watching, pretending, lying-to her and himself. But when a single night unravels buried truths... When stolen glances become undeniable... When unspoken words burn hotter than ever... The past refuses to stay forgotten. A love once lost. A heart still yearning. A destiny rewritten in veiled whispers. "𝑰𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒅𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒎𝒆, 𝒊𝒕'𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒌𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒚𝒐𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒆𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓."

"𝑯𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑬, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑰 𝒂𝒎 𝑯𝑰𝑺. 𝑬𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝑫𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏!!! " ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ What began as a glance turned into a challenge. What began as obsession turned into devotion. She noticed him before he ever realized it - watched him, studied him, memorized the quiet strength he carried like a crown. He was never meant to be easy. A man of standards. A man who believed in forever in a world addicted to temporary. He was her fascination first. Her weakness. Her silent war. But when he finally fell - he didn't stumble. He burned. This is not a love where she walks behind him. Not a story where she stands ahead to lead. She stands beside him - equal in fire, equal in madness, equal in loyalty. They are not soft. They are storms learning to breathe together. They are sparks that refuse to dim. Dangerous when provoked. Unbreakable when united. A slow burn that simmers beneath teasing glances and fierce arguments. A romance built on challenge, pride, and choosing each other - again and again. She fell first. He fell harder. And when they loved - they loved like fire. Beautiful. Blazing. Unstoppable.

I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.

AN ARRANGED MARRIAGE LOVE STORY.

#10 on funny moments! 13/3/26 #10 on romcom 22/4/26 #5 on funny moments 16/3/26 #10 on mystery - thriller 16/3/26 # 5 on madness 25/3/26 He wasn't supposed to look at her . But he did. The first glance was an accidental-one heartbeat in a crowd, a girl sitting on a bus window and when the moment he saw her something inside him shifted he couldn't name . But at the second glance at his friend's home he couldn't stop himself from being attracted . She wasn't meant for his world. Too soft. Too innocent. Too free. And that was exactly what made him lose his sanity. From that night, peace became a stranger. Her laughter haunted his walls, her name lingered on his tongue like sin, and every other voice in the world turned meaningless. He didn't understand love. But obsession-he understood that perfectly. She was chaos, and he craved control. She was light, and he was the storm drawn to it. And somewhere between his desire to protect her and his hunger to possess her, he forgot the difference. That night, Vedansh Kapoor fell in love. And the world would never be safe again.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

𝐀𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐗 𝐊𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 [Duet#1] They say high school is all about memories, friendships, and first love. But for Arunika Sharma, it's about surviving one particular nightmare kavish Singh . He's the school's golden boy arrogant, popular, and way too charming for his own good. She's the girl who couldn't care less about his fame or his perfect smirk. From stolen notes to sarcastic remarks, their rivalry is the talk of the entire school. But what happens when hate starts to blur into something softer... something neither of them is ready to admit? Because sometimes, the line between enemies and lovers is just one heartbeat away. A story about two opposites bound by rivalry, torn by emotions, and connected by something neither of them dares to name. Because sometimes, love doesn't arrive with flowers and sunshine it hides behind sarcasm, pride, and the person you swore you'd never fall for. story filled with laughter, chaos, late night confessions, and the kind of love that only happens once in school corridors and teenage hearts. Hey readers. This story isn't just about love it's about growing up, fighting, falling, and finding someone who feels like home in the middle of all the chaos. I hope Arunika and Kavish's journey makes you smile, blush, and maybe even believe in school love again. Start: 29/10/2025 End: 15/ 4/ 2026

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✧ He was my desire; I was his obsession. ✧ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* Her silence was like a dagger to my heart. I reached out, my hand trembling, and clutched at the hem of her dupatta. "Taara, nahi, nahi, please mujhe chhod kar mat jao." I sobbed, griping. "Please, maaf kardo, Taara. M-mai mar jaunga, tumhare bina." (Taara no, no, please don't leave me.) (please, forgive me, Taara. I'll die without you.) She pulled her dupatta from my grasp, the motion pulling me further into the depths of despair. "Mar jao." The finality in her words was like a death knell. (Die then.) I collapsed fully onto the floor, my forehead pressing against the cold tiles before her feet as I sobbed uncontrollably. ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* #5 in desiromance #6 in bestbooksonwattpad #32 in hacker #43 in writer #56 in watty #104 in adultromance © 2024 by Vasuki Sameer All rights are reserved. Like, comment and share! Follow me on Instagram @httpswriterr