In a college where friendships blur into feelings, three couples find their lives quietly entangled in ways none of them expected. What begins as simple attraction soon turns into a complicated web of love, loyalty, jealousy, and choices that can't be undone. As secrets slowly surface and boundaries start to fade, each character is forced to question what they truly want-and what they are willing to lose for it. Some connections are meant to last, others are destined to break... but in this story, every choice leaves a mark on all three couples. Because in the end, love isn't just about finding the right person-it's about surviving the threads you were never supposed to touch.

In a world where love is never accidental and every connection is stitched by unseen forces, five lives collide in a storm of obsession, betrayal, and supernatural fate. At a mysterious university hidden between ancient ruins and modern chaos, Vartika begins to experience visions of lives she never lived-yet somehow remembers too well. Advait, calm and dangerously perceptive, seems to know more about her destiny than he admits. Shaurya carries a darkness that bends reality around him, as if emotions themselves obey his will. Kairana, radiant but unpredictable, is drawn into a bond she cannot explain with Daksh, whose presence feels like a curse wrapped in protection. Meanwhile, hidden forces begin to tighten the threads between these couples-threads that were never meant to be tangled. As love deepens, so does the danger. Every emotion awakens something older than time itself, something that feeds on desire, pain, and karmic debt. Soon, the question is not who loves whom-but who survives whom when destiny finally demands repayment. Because in this story... every heartbeat is a consequence.

SEQUEL BOOK (Short Story) Aamira (RAJSHRI) Raajnandan is a girl who was given as a gift, as a replacement for a ruthless man. How do you think her life will take turns? And when that man is allergic to love. How will he engulf the emotions he have started to feel for her? The pain and the happiness, the delicate and the ruthless! How will this story take turns? See what's ahead of us...

A Man ruling the political world with his evil presence. A man with a face to fool the ones with eyes. A man with an army of his own. A Women raised in mud. Destined to be the wasp. But she holds bigger dreams and bigger intentions. That can end all. They say don't scare the one who don't fears, something same was Muqda, never scared. Never going to give up; Aamira is not going to fight a war that she knows she will never win. She choses to live in now. And when these lives were collide with the Agnivanshi brothers, how is anything which has never been in place itself will turn worser? Unimaginably.

"You... you are my destiny... my curse... my end..." Dev's smile was cold victory. He leaned close, whispering against her ear, his breath a cruel caress. "That's it, doll. That's the truth. You're branded now. Your screams, your blood, your words - mine. Forever." The leather slipped from his hand. Arohi collapsed, trembling violently. Her back was torn, raw with lashes, She fell, her knees unable to hold her weight. Dev caught her before she hit the ground. His arms wrapped around her- not gentle, but possessive, claiming. He looked down at the broken girl in his hold, her lashes still glistening with tears. Her lips parted, her voice a shredded whisper. "No more... please... I can't..."

𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 25 years old, a billionaire and Mafia Don. Everyone fears, admires and respects him. 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 20 years old and works in a bakery. Despite having a bad past, she is a really sweet and down-to-earth person. What happens when 𝐄𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐭 𝐃𝐞 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐚 wants to claim 𝐒𝐢𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐚 𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐬 as his but she straight away rejects him? ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ I lifted my head up weakly and saw Elliott's deep green eyes gazing at me through my wet lashes. The madness and craziness in his eyes only made more tears stream down my cheeks. He was a complete psychopath. "Don't close those pretty eyes when I am making love with you, amore. Look at me, your husband." He rasped out and pounded inside me again, sending a painful jolt throughout my body. When was this going to finally end? I can't take this agonizing torture anymore. Tears blurred my hazy vision and a strangling sound left my throat when Elliott wrapped his hand around my throat. He was choking me mercilessly. I gasped for air and begged him to let me go but like always, he never did. He will never let me go. He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss on my jaw before we both came at the same time, as he filled my insides. I thought maybe this was the end, but he had other plans. He flipped me on my stomach, earning a whimper from me and whispered huskily near my ear, "Let's go for round two, shall we, my love?" ▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎▪︎ #1 in Captive #2 in CEO #2 in Forcedlove #2 in Italian #2 in Mafiaboss #2 in Character development #3 in Darkromance #3 in Fear #3 in Panicattacks #4 in Manipulation #4 in Plottwist #7 in Billionaire #7 in Hurt ● The first few chapters contain some plot holes and errors, but as you read more, the chapters will get significantly bet

"Mama please pick up the phone , mama please , he will be here mama I'm scared, please pick up " "Are you trying to call someone Jagiya "

Story of a Rivalry of two political families, who fighting for rule. One rules over the more than half of the state and other own the power. But between their rivalry the one who is suffering is the daughters of the most richest family of the state. Shekhawat is one the most rich family across the state. There was a time when they hold the power and money both. But right now their power is diminished and money is vacant. They are drowing in debt. Rathore is a most powerful royal family in the state, who are ruling more than half of state currently. They are one of the most respected and elite family among royals. They have their own army of goons which has been hide for the commoners. People see them as public servants but no one knows the reality behind the mask. Thakur is the one of the most powerful family but rule is not in their control. They struggling to get in rule. They do have their army but difference is people know abou it. Everyone knows how evil and dark this family is. But Thakur's can do nothing untill they get in rule. This is series of 'War of Love and Rivalry'. The struggle of two sisters who fate got tied to two men. One's has no option to accept her fate and second's fate has betrayed her. Two men who belongs to different family but their goel is same is to defeat one another in this war.

The story revolves around the Rathore family - a powerful and deeply orthodox household where patriarchy rules every corner of the mansion. The men in this family have grown up believing that dominance equals respect, and control is love. They don't know how to value a woman's voice, emotions, or choices. For them, women are meant to obey, not speak. Tradition is their excuse, and ego is their religion. The male leads are cold, aggressive, and emotionally unavailable. They carry the burden of their family legacy like a badge of honor, believing it's their right to command and their privilege to be obeyed. In this toxic environment, women are expected to be submissive, soft-spoken, and endlessly sacrificing. But what happens when the fire within these silent women finally dares to rise?

DRITI ARORA × GOUTHAM KAPOOR He pushed her against the cold wall pinned her two hands with his one arm and slacked his other arm around her waist. She opened her mouth to shout but it got instantly shut by a Kiss on her plum lips. He was kissing her possessively and it was more like punishing her. He pulled her more towards him leaving no space between them and deepened the kiss. Driti was breathless when he let go of her lips. She can see his hot breath on her earlobes. " I GOT YOU MRS DRITI GOUTHAM KAPOOR" ____________________________________ MAHIRA RAJPUT ×VIVAAN SINGANIA "Mr Singania, meet Ms Mahira Rajput, my assistant and the one who working on the project on which we are going to collaborate" Mahira plastered a small smile on her face and turned towards him. Her smile turned into horror when he was looking directly into her soul. How can she forget that the black eye which always found its way towards her? It's still the same as what she had seen last time, filled with hatred for her "Vi...Vivaan". She whispered ______________________________________ ISHARA MEHRA ×DEV MALHOTRA "Who is he? Your new boyfriend?" He asked in his demanding voice running his hand through his hair, like trying to compose himself. "It's none of your business". I said in a firm voice. Rajat is just a friend but I don't want to explain anything to him. Why is he behaving like he owns me? "oh ya, how can I forget how whore you are" His statement made me still for a second. What did he call me, a whore. Before my hand touches his cheek for a slap he holds it and twists it behind my back. He is standing so close to you. " I know your true colour, Ms Ishara Mehra. How much money did he pay you to sleep with me ." My eyes are wide in his accusation. What the hell is talking about? Do I get paid to sleep with him ??? Did he see me as that type of woman.