VEER SINGH AGNIHOTRI Cold. Controlled. Cursed. Once a boy who believed in love. Now a man carved from loss. He returned to the world he swore he'd burn- his father's blood-soaked empire, the mafia throne he never wanted. Meera Shah's death buried his heart. And now, all that remains is a storm that doesn't feel... Until her. --- KAVYA RATHORE Muted in voice. Screaming in soul. She laughs like she doesn't know pain-and lives like she's made of it. Graceful in her silks, sharp behind her silence. Everyone thinks she's quiet. No one knows she's pretending. --- He's never heard her voice. She's never shown her truth. In a world of guns, grief, and ghosts, can unspoken love still echo loud?

𝑰'𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒚𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝑰'𝒎 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖. . . . 𝐏𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢 𝐉𝐚𝐲 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐦𝐮𝐤𝐡 A brilliant, soon to be surgeon. Mature yet soft hearted, grumpy at times but endlessly kind, the kind of person who feels too deeply and hides it too well and isn't afraid to stand her ground. Family was everything for her. but have major trust issues. Her life is all discipline and logic... until she met him. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐲 𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐊𝐮𝐥𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢 A surgeon. A CEO. Cold, distant, and impossibly arrogant, he trusts no one easily not even his own parents, with whom he shares a strained, distant bond. he's a man who believes emotions are a weakness... until Purvi walked into his life and shattered every wall he built. They met in medical college. She was a Junior, He was a Senior She had crush on him at first sight. He knew she was the one the moment he saw her, but never accepted it. Their bond grew quietly, beautifully... until the day he confessed and disappeared, leaving her drowning in the wreckage of emotions he created. Was it truly the end... or just a beginning neither of them expected? Six years later, destiny throws them together again this time as professionals, equals... and strangers bound by unfinished feelings. What will happen when their worlds collide again? . . . . . . . ©️All right reserved

To the world he was a beast but for her he would do anything. He could have the world but all he wanted was her. They say the things we want most are the things we can't have. For she was so afraid of him that even the thought of him could have her running for the hills. Little did she know that she was the only one who didn't have to be afraid of him. Credits for the cover go to @Chatachino for the amazing cover.

"Naysh was brushing her damp hair when she noticed dried blood stains near the mirror... What is it...blood? But whose? She noticed a shift in the weather it was murky outside Then...a sharp shriek Did a cat break in? Or is it..."

[A WATTPAD FEATURED STORY AND ON THE WATTY'S 2018 LONGLIST] "As if I'm dreaming, his lips touch mine. It's awkward, with my head turned to the side and his beside mine, but when his hand comes up to hold my jaw, it becomes all too easy to kiss him back." Cover: @MuriLexa Copyright © 2019 by Sooaura

He looked into her eyes, a storm of emotion swirling behind his steady gaze. "You don't even know who I actually am," he said, his voice low, trembling just slightly. The fear was real-raw. The thought of her discovering the truth, of walking away once she knew... it haunted him. After so much struggle finally they are together. now..he couldn't afford to lose her. Not when she meant everything. But then, without flinching, she met his eyes and answered with a calm that carried weight. "And you don't know who I am... or what I did to you." There was fire in her voice, but also something darker something buried. He didn't understand. Still, she seemed so composed, like it didn't shake her. But it shook him. Because if his secret ever came to light, he was certain it would destroy everything between them. Their bond, their love gone in an instant. She stepped back slightly, her voice soft now. Almost too soft. "I just know I love you. That's it." And with that, she turned and walked away, leaving him standing there. But the fear didn't leave her. It stayed-settled in his chest, growing heavier by the second. Then, his phone rang. He glanced at the screen. That number again. His stomach twisted. He hesitated before answering. The moment the call connected, a cold, artificial voice spilled into his ear. "Just ten days left... and I will steal her from you." The voice was mechanical, distant-but filled with menace. Then came the laughter. Sharp. Cruel. Inhuman. His hands clenched into fists. Jaw tightened. Teeth grinding. Who was this mysterious man? What that Mysterious man about to do? And worse... what did she is hiding from him and what his identity which maybe destroy their relationship? Because now, it was clear-Isha wasn't the only one being kept in the dark. Both of them were hiding something. ⠀⠀✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Anirudha x isha Anisha

❝ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ʜᴀᴘᴘᴇɴs ᴡʜᴇɴ ғᴏᴜʀ ᴜɴʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ sᴛᴏʀɪᴇs ғɪɴᴀʟʟʏ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇǫᴜɪᴛᴇᴅ? ❞ Some loved in silence. Some loved too late. Some almost gave up. And some never stopped waiting. Four couples. Three families. One unforgettable journey. A story of laughter, tears, lifelong friendships, found family, dreams, heartbreak, healing and discovering that the greatest love stories aren't perfect-they're the ones that survive. Created and Started: 13th July 2024 Ended:

He took a step closer, lowering his voice just enough for her to hear. "Then name your price, Miss Rawal." The air between them turned razor-sharp. Everyone waited stunned, for Arisha's reply. Her lips curved, not in amusement but in challenge. "Your whole worth," she said slowly, "is not even close to my price Mr. Raghuvanshi." ______________________________________ "Possession isn't optional... it's destiny." He is the King of Rajasthan - powerful, feared, and untouchable. She is the girl no one ever noticed... until fate threw them together. In a world of royal expectations, family secrets, and dangerous rivals, their hearts collide, igniting a passion neither expected. But can love survive when every glance, every decision, and every secret is under scrutiny? Will Arisha win the king's heart... or will the shadows of the past tear them apart before their story even begins? Note : Sample only.

(Book #1 of Sinners of the Dark) He had a habit of dragging darkness just about everywhere he went. Darkness wrapped in Armani. His personality colder than a block of ice. She was loud, carefree and tainted around the edges. I played by the rules. I did what was asked of me. Until I met the one person that could destroy everything I had worked for. I hated him since our first encounter, and now I was forced to tolerate him. He was called gadyuka in Russia, but he was known as the Sin in the deep underground of New York. Handsome face filled with violence, commanding, gorgeous and deadly. A killer, a thief, a sociopath, and feared by all. A made man. He came dressed in all black. Gold cuff links. Tattoos burned into his skin. He had the ability to pin me to the ground with a single glare and made me feel things I didn't want to. He was absolutely unhinged. Frightening. Everything wrong and everything right. And he held the key to my cage in his palm. And before he crushed the key; I was going to fuck with the serpent, and then I was going to hunt him. He just didn't know it yet. - preview - "I'll fucking ruin your life, Elena. Corrupt every goddamn part of your body, and soul. And when I'm done with you, you'll get on your knees and thank me." His low voice snarled. Desperate. He backed me into a wall. He grabbed me by the throat, but didn't choke me. Just kissed me so deep I forgot whose air I was breathing. "I'm not fucking done with you, Elena. And if it is up to me, I'm not done fucking you either."

"You are mine. I am yours. We are one." **** Running away on your wedding day is inevitable, especially when the Alpha pack you were born into is notorious for abuse. After years of torment, Myra Emerson escapes on her wedding day, only to land straight in the arms of the Rogue King. [TRIGGER WARNING- talks of suicide and rape. Moments of abuse, and strong language. If this makes you uncomfortable, please do not read. Your mental health comes first. ]