𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑹𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝑿 𝑲𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 { under major editing } Vengeance was never meant to become love. It was supposed to be fire, destructive, consuming, final. He burned in it, fed it, let revenge carve a throne inside his chest. She, meanwhile, was healing, quietly and painfully, learning who she was when the lies were stripped away. Because what could be crueler than realizing your entire life was a performance? That the name you answered to, the home you trusted, the love you believed in, all of it was a facade. And now you are left with the most terrifying question of all. Who am I, if everything I was taught to be was a lie? Somewhere between his rage and her rebirth, revenge lost its edge. It twisted. It lingered. It stared back at him with her face. And healing stopped being gentle. It turned sharp and addictive, because knowing him felt like knowing the truth, even if that truth was poisonous. They did not fall in love. They fell into each other, into a dark, suffocating obsession where pain felt familiar and destruction felt like home. He wanted to ruin her. She wanted to find herself. Instead, they found something far more dangerous. A love born from ashes, obsession stitched together with revenge, and a bond so dark neither of them wanted to escape it. ⸸ "Get out of my house. The divorce papers arrive at dawn." Love didn't break. It was executed in silence. ⋆♱- "It hurts right here," he murmured, "amore, aur kitna tarpaogi?" His arms opened like a plea, fingers trembling over the ruins of the place she once lived-his heart, now homeless. ⋆♱- "You'll not touch me." "I won't," he whispered. "And that's the cruelty of it, amore." He dropped to his knees, desire caged, pride stripped bare, his head bowed at her feet, where love ended and obsession began.

BOOK ONE OF THE SILENCE SERIES [COMPLETED, NOT YET EDITED] ──── ୨୧ ──── ── .✦ 𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐉 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 They say a marriage is a bond where two people promise to love, cherish, and grow with each other. But what happens when someone marries not out of love, but to protect? Two childhood best friends. Unspoken feelings. A marriage of convenience. The question is, will this bond bring them closer or pull them further apart? ──── ୨୧ ──── [ENGLISH TRANSLATION AVAILABLE AFTER EVERY HINDI DIALOGUE]

𝗛𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗱𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿, 𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿. 𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐥'𝐎𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐞 "IN THE SHADOWS" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐝. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞. 𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤.

'𝙏𝙪𝙟𝙝𝙠𝙤 𝙥𝙖𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙚𝙨𝙖 𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙠𝙚 𝙠𝙝𝙪𝙙𝙝 𝙨𝙚 𝙝𝙪 𝙢𝙞𝙡 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙖' When you least expect something, and suddenly God gives it to you, on a random day, in a random moment... You just stop and think, "This is what it feels like?" And everything around you whispers, "yes." This story is about love, pain, chaos, crush, and fear... the fear of losing a person who feels like home. Join this journey where every line speaks chaos, and every word makes your heart go "dukh dukh dukh."

This book is the second volume of Destiny that Binds us. Please read Book 1 to understand the storyline in this book. ••• Vikram knows. Somehow Vikram knows now. But what about Suhana? Does she remember that incident? •••• He is ready to fall on his feet for her. But is she ready to accept him? Or is there something that Suhana doesn't know yet? Will everything end up favoring them, or the opposite? Peep in to know more about their love story.

Book 2 of "𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐀𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐇" series "My job is to save people but for her I can kill one too." Idhant. His name meant "luminous," a beacon of light, and he lived up to it effortlessly. His very presence brightened those around him. Compassionate and selfless, he chose a path that reflected his nature-a doctor, a healer, someone who mended not just bodies but spirits. But then came that night. The night that extinguished the fire within him. He became a shadow of the man he once was. The world that he had sought to care for had taken its toll on him. Now, he was a shell, hollowed out, clinging to his work because it was all he had left. All because of her. Advika. Her name meant "unique, one of a kind," and she truly was-though she could never see it. The world had fed her lies, convincing her she wasn't enough, wasn't worthy. She was unique in ways even she didn't fully understand, ways that she used to shield herself. She became a master at hiding-the pain, the past, and the pieces of herself she didn't want anyone to see. What happens when two souls, scarred by the cruelty of life, find each other? Will their shared pain pull them into darkness, or will their bond ignite a flame that banishes the shadows? When the luminous meets the unique, will they succumb to the weight of their pasts, or will they find a way to shine together, illuminating a path neither could see alone? Started on: 5 April 2025 #1 in slowromance on 31/8/25 #1 in doctor on 25/8/25 #1 in slow romance on 7/1/2026 #1 in slow romance on 18/1/2026

Book 1 of "𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐐 𝐀𝐔𝐑 𝐑𝐀𝐀𝐇" series INAYA'S POV Before me, he sits. After 7 long years-7 years of absence, he shows up. Yet, when I study his eyes, I find nothing but unfamiliarity. His once warm, brown orbs are now veiled with darkness, devoid of any emotions, with a coldness that chills the air. His rosy pink pigmented lips, which once used to mold in a tender curve in my presence, now refuse to smile. Am I looking at the same person? How can his face be so familiar, yet his essence a mystery? Is he the same person-the Ishaan I once loved? The love that remained unspoken seven years ago, the love that refuses to fade? Is he truly the Ishaan Shekhawat that resides in my memories, or a specter of the past, wearing a guise of indifference over the soul I once knew? Started on: 21 December 2023 Ended on: 21 December 2024 #2 in the top 10 India on 9/10/24 # 2 in the top 10 India on 10/10/24 #1 in the top 10 India on 11/10/24 #4 in desi love story on 4/11/24 #5 in friendship on 10/12/24 #2 in friendship on 14/12/24 #1 in angstwithhappyending on 23/1/25 #1 in amnesia on 5/2/25 #1 in office on 25/4/25 #2 in office on 12/5/25 #1 in grumpy on 12/6/25 #4 in friendstolovers 1/10/25

Every generation leaves behind something. The whisper of a scar. A memory. A promise no one remembers making. Suvarna grew up learning how to survive noise. Broken words. Broken plates. And eventually a broken home. She mastered a laughter loud enough to drown it out. Her ink was messy, smudged and yet somehow tasted like the morning after a kalboishakhi storm. Some people are softened by pain. Others become too sharp to save. And what salvages these humans is a medium refusing to flinch at their wound. Aditya was never lost, just divided. Between places. Between names and bloodlines. And a lot of times strangely between the country he grew up in and the country he recently moved to. What was it about this country that called inside him to do something for it? Something Unfinished at that. They weren't strangers when he moved two houses away from her, neither were they acquainted. Just a trail of incomplete ink on yellowed paper. Some people meet by chance. Some by design. Across generations, across timelines, across silences something kept pulling them back to each other because some bonds refuse to end. They wait. And some memories, they don't fade. They linger like faded scars till they find a somewhat familiar skin to cling to.