"Aditya, I-" "Yes or No." His voice cut through the air, sharp and commanding. Shivalika didn't say anything. She knew if she replied with only Yes or No then it will bring up more Misunderstandings. But Her silence was enough for him. "The lies, the betrayal... You really thought I wouldn't find out?" Her eyes drifted to the papers in his hand-papers that would change everything. Her face paled. She had never imagined the truth would come out like this. "D-DNA report..." Her voice trembled. Her family was now frozen in shock. The betrayal was too much. His heart, once shattered, He had trusted her, believed her- But she had betrayed him. Not once, but twice. After all these years, she had hidden the truth about his daughter. "You hid it from me." His voice was thick "For eight years." His words were harsh. "I have a 7 year-old daughter, and I never knew she existed. I thought my child was dead! And you... you didn't think I had the right to know?" His voice broke into a whisper, one laced with pain. "I should've known. I shouldn't have trusted you after what you did to me eight years ago." Disgust curling his lips. For the first time, Shivalika saw hatred for her in his eyes, and it pierced her soul. But she knew she deserved it- every bit of his hate. She had broken him all over again. "You're a lawyer, right? You fight for human rights, but You took away my rights as a father." "Ms. Chauhan...You will regret hiding this from me. You've seen my love,and now... now you will see my Hate." "I didn't hate you when you left me. But today, today you've given me a reason to." His face twisted in a storm of fury, betrayal. "I'll make your life a living hell. This was all because of our family rivalry right? Now, I'll show You what a Real Rivalry looks like." Each word filled with venom, rage, and the promise of Vengeance. The man who had once been the hero of someone's story had now become the villain of his own. His Love turned into Vengeance.

Zaina Aziz is the popular high school girl. She may have the charisma of a mean girl but breaking the stereotypes she is also an academic weapon. That is until the new, quiet boy, Aariz Sheikh takes her place. From there, it is a cut-throat competition of scores, games, schemes, betrayal and love. Until one of them lose, leaving both of them miserable in the game of scores. Six years later, they cross paths again at a wedding where they end up being forced into their own marriage. Aariz is out for revenge but Zaina will stop at nothing to grovel and win him back. What will succeed in the games this time, love or revenge? "He was a game for her- a tragically beautiful game." Tropes: Zaina X Aariz Part-I • Academic Rivals • Popular Girl X New Boy • High School / Collage Romance • He fell first and harder • Betrayal • Enemies to Lovers Part-II • Marriage of Convenience • Secret Marriage • Second Chance • FMC Grovelling • Boss X Intern • Intense Slow Burn |Green Flag MMC | Strong FMC| No Toxic Drama | Found Family| No cheating | Standalone | Chaotic Cousins | School life fun | Friendships | happy ending - IMPORTANT! : This story can be read in 2 orders : 1. Part (0) --> Part (I) --> Part (II) If you want to read their school life as a flashback in the middle. (2) Part (I) --> Part (0) --> Part (II) If you wish to read in sequence of the events. I'd suggest this order for those interested in school life stories.

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

╰┈➤"𝙃𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙦𝙪𝙞𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙙 - 𝙎𝙝𝙚'𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙤𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 𝙖𝙙𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙙. 𝙏𝙤𝙜𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧, 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮 𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙𝙨." ˗ˏˋ 🕊︎ ☁︎ ⸝⸝ ★ ⋆｡ﾟ☀︎ ☀︎ARNAV MORE X ☀︎IHA TIWARI BLURB He was left at the altar-not because he was cruel, not because he was wrong- but because he was mute. And the girl who ran away... was replaced by the only person who didn't get a choice. Her middle sister. They had spoken only once in childhood. Then life happened. Cities changed. Silences grew. Now, they're married. Not out of love. Not out of choice. But out of fate's twisted mercy. She speaks in storms. He listens in silence. And somewhere between broken families, buried trauma, and middle-class chaos- They must learn what it means to be heard without words... And loved without language. Because some love stories aren't loud. They're unspoken-yet still yours. ✿ TROPES ✿ ﹅romance rooted in silence, spice, and stolen glances 𖦹 Personal Assistant × Professor ☼ Maharashtra × Uttar Pradesh 𖤓 Non-brahmin × Brahmin ☀︎ Sunshine × Sunshine ❛ Elder son × Middle daughter ❜ 𓂃 Replaced bride ✧ Selectively mute male lead ⎯ Slow burn ❁ Desi household ⌕ Family drama (served daily) ☁︎ Soft romance ₊ Middle class love ⚘ Wounded past ✦ Indian romance - nostalgic & real

𝐘𝐮𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐗 𝐃𝐡𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐢 She doesn't speak. Not because she can't, but because the world never deserved her voice. He's a storm in human skin - arrogant, loud, dangerously charming. A player in every sense. But when he meets her - the girl who looks like silence and feels like art - his games start to lose meaning. She's his calm. He's her chaos. And yet, they collide like they were written in the stars. But love isn't simple when secrets are louder than words... And silence? Sometimes it hides the darkest truth. In a world full of noise, their story begins with the quietest heartbeat.

'Maanvi Arora' and 'Sharanya Bisht', whose lives are completely different from each other. But if the life is different, the luck should also be different, it is not necessary! Their lives may be completely different from each other, but their destinies are bound. And the person who connects their fate is 'Niskarsh Bedi'. 'Niskarsh Bedi', the younger son of the Bedi family who lives miles away from his family in Canada. Maanvi Arora, who is engaged to Niskarsh's elder brother Abhimaan Bedi, who hates Niskarsh. Nearly fifteen years later, Niskarsh has returned to India, taking Maanvi who had gone to Canada two years back for studies. But on seeing Manvi, both the Bedi family and the Arora family were stunned. What such change has happened inside Manvi in these two years, which has surprised everyone? Why does Abhimaan hate his own brother Niskarsh? And, why was Niskarsh living in Canada away from his family for fifteen years? And who is Sharanya? After all, how is her fate intertwined with Manvi's? All rights reserved by me @Satyanshi_Sinha.

☆ 𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂 ☆ When a person loses to themselves, they leave everything to fate. And when fate begins to play its game, it doesn't allow anyone to stand against it. Become a part of such an exciting story of fate, featuring two strangers whose story has been written by fate itself. Aƙʂԋʋι Sιɳԋα ♡, dreams of becoming India's most famous writer. However due to her family's poor condition and a promise she made to her father, she has to leave everything behind and come to Mumbai for a job. On her very first day at the office, she unknowingly gets into big trouble. And who does she clash with? VĔĎĂŃĞ ŚĔĤĞĂĹ★, the owner of one of India's leading companies, for whom money and power are everything. They say Mumbai is the city of Dreams. So will Akshvi's small dreams come true in this city of Dreams? How will Vedang and Akshvi's first meeting be? Will Vedang let Akshvi to take steps towards her dreams so easily? To find out, keep reading '𝓣𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓓𝓮𝓼𝓽𝓲𝓷𝔂'.

"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.