𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟑 𝐢𝐧 "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐞𝐰 𝐘𝐨𝐫𝐤 was an escape. Or at least that's what I thought. But little did I know, it would trap me in a situation far worse than anything I'd left behind. The cruelest irony, I crawled and dragged myself into it. 𝐑𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐫𝐚 is a sentence etched in fire and I willingly chose to walk through the flames with him. In his hell. In his life. In his heart. "In my soul too, wife. You're every-fvcking-where."

Villainess's Vengeance ~ A Rebirth Story previously known as Left at the Altar ~ Rebirth of the Villainess. *** "Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

"How dare you!!!" She screamed. And... Slapped him hard across his face. But she had no clue who she was messing, because the next moment, he hissed, "Congratulations. That slap is just going to make you my wife." 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝟏𝟖+ | Romantic-Thriller

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐢𝐧 "𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐋𝐢𝐞𝐬" 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᴛᴡᴏ ɪɴɴᴏᴄᴇɴᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛꜱ ꜱᴛᴜᴄᴋ ɪɴ ᴀ ᴡᴇʙ ᴏꜰ ʟɪᴇꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄꜱ: 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐉𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥: 𝙃𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙍𝙪𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙎𝙪𝙧𝙫𝙞𝙫𝙞𝙣𝙜 I thought I lost you, until I realized you've carved yourself into my soul. She was always meant to be mine. Our future was decided. But we'd forgotten the fact that future is UNCERTAIN. 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐀𝐡𝐮𝐣𝐚: 𝙎𝙬𝙚𝙚𝙩, 𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙪𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 Your eyes lied. Drowning me into darkness, digging a black hole right in the middle of my heart. He was my everything, until he made me realize not everything lasts FOREVER. The story of childhood sweethearts who were separated by lies but has anyone been able to change the fate?Join the journey of Akshat and Jhanvi to know, will the detached hearts once again meet or break into pieces? ✿✿✿✿ "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝, 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐡𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫, 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞."

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |