The room was completely quiet; the only sound was our breathing. According to my nature, I couldn't endure the stillness for long, so I softly spoke, which was obviously not my nature to him... "aap kaha rehte hai" he kept his gun in his jeans pocket and looked at me with the same deep and dark gaze he had for the past hour and said, "kanpur, utter pardesh" Getting an answer from him, my confidence level suddenly rose, so I asked again... "aapka naam kya hai aur aap yaha kya kar rahe hai". He looked at me for a second... oh okay! So I pissed him off this time. Oh god! In just one hour I got used to his stare. And suddenly he said in a dark voice... "Tum sawal bhaut puchti ho?" "Aap jawab kyun nahi dete"? I asked, and again, the room went silent #36 gangster 2/06/2026 - 1st in #gangster

| To the ones who think he would go for beauty , He won't! | ༻❁༺ "I wonder why you both didn't end up together." Roop mentioned, looking at the picture closely before glancing at Agastya. He glanced at his wife, silently letting her know that he wasn't going to entertain it, "No one sane would say that." He mumbled, taking the phone away. "I'm insane anyway." She shrugged, and sometimes nothing pissed him off more than she did.

❝𝐀 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐚𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.❞ Book-01 of The Crimson Legacies. Some chains are forged in iron. Mine are whispered against my skin, traced down my spine, locked around my soul. Abhiman Singh Rathore was never meant to be in my world. But he didn't just enter it, he took it, twisted it, shattered every illusion I clung to. A man too ruthless to be called human, too unrelenting to be denied. A man who shouldn't have known my name, yet speaks it like a vow. Who Shouldn't have touched my life, yet now he owns it. A man too brutal, too ruthless, too fixated on me. I've spent years drowning in silence, running from my past, from the ghosts that never stop chasing me, from the truths too dangerous to speak. But then he came. And suddenly, I'm no longer running. Because he won't let me. He is not a savior, not a hero but something far worse. Because he doesn't promise forever. He promises possession. And I don't know what's more terrifying, that he owns me, or that I want him to. And now, I'm bound to him. By a marriage I never saw coming. By secrets that could ruin me. By a desire so dark, so consuming, I don't know where it ends and I begin. He claims me like he was born to, like I was always meant to be his. And there's no running from it. 𝑩𝒆𝒄𝒂𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆, 𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒆𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂𝒔𝒌. 𝑯𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒌𝒆𝒔. ... (English translations available!)

They have been married for 8 years. 8 years ago, he promised her a life filled with every luxury, swearing that one day he would give her the world despite being poor. And he did. 8 years later, he fulfilled every promise. A beautiful house, expensive gifts, comfort, status, he gave her everything she could possibly ask for. Everything except himself. Somewhere along the way, while chasing success and building a perfect life for her, he forgot that he was the one she needed the most. What exactly happened that everything changed between them? For details, get into the story to find out. **** Top #3 in India on 3/06/26, 04/06/26 and 05/07/26 Top #6 in India on 07/06/26 Top #2 in India on 06/07/26

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 - may 2026 End -

01.03.25 - 01.05.26 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 𝐎𝐅 #𝐁 𝐎 𝐍 𝐃 𝐄 𝐃 𝐕 𝐄 𝐑 𝐒 𝐄 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.