Aree Rahul, biscut ke saath khao na", The Prime Minister suggested. Rahul smiled and picked up a biscuit or rather, a piece of a biscuit (because they were all crushed), the biscuit was stale and moist but Rahul nonetheless proceeded to dip it into the delicious, now cold chai. The moment the biscuit was dunked into the chai, it broke off, falling into the chai. Modi chuckled. "Mai maddat karta hu." Modi proclaimed and before Rahul could react Modi's hand reached deep into the cup of chai and scooped out the remains of the biscuit. Rahul stood there horrified. He gasped. Modi made full use of the opportunity and entered his hand into Rahul's mouth with the remains of the biscuits that were still in his hand. "Yeh lo." Said Modi. As horrified as Rahul was, he was beet red. He savoured the flavour of the biscuits and along with it the flavour of Modi's hand which was still in his mouth and wondered why the biscuits smelled of ammonia READ THE FULL STORY TO FIND OUT WHAT HAPPENS AFTER **Guys it's just my mann ki baat don't kill me for this. ** THIS IS SATIRE

When she was 14, Dalia was sold to Matteo Martinelli, the former leader of the largest Italian mafia. Flash forward with his son, Vittore Martinelli as the new leader, Dalia is given to him as a birthday present after years in spent in the "safe house". Dalia struggles to fulfill a promise she made and get her old self back as Vittore tries not to fall for the black beauty. Will they go through all the lies, jealousy, betrayal, envy, lust and murder together all in the name of love? Because at the end of it all, she is still Property Of Vittore Martinelli. * * * "Lift your hand," I said looking at how he held onto his bicep with a tight grip. "Let me take a look at the bullet wound." "No tesoro. I can do this myself," Vittore grumbled and I gave him incredulous look. "Don't start that bullshit with me Vittore. Remove your arm and let me help you or..." I trailed off, not able to say more. I was still in shock but I could do this. "Just... just let me help." "No." I glared at Vittore. "Why are you being so damn egotistic?! Let me help you! Do you know what it was like to find you like... and to..." I couldn't even get all the words out. "Let me help you. Please." Begging wasn't something I'd ever do but I just needed him to let me help him. "No-" "Why?!" I suddenly exploded. "Why won't you just let me help you?!" "Because I don't know how to handle it ok?!" Vittore suddenly exploded, his dark eyes glaring at me. "I don't know how to handle these... feelings. Fuck tesoro you drive me crazy! Don't you see that? You make me question everything I've ever known and... I can't..." I watched Vittore as his expression turned determined. "Fuck it." He leaned forward and pressed his lips on mine. * * * WARNING! Mentions of death, torture, gore, abuse and other things related to the mafia.

"What if the person you loved belonged to another century?" In the cold halls of 19th century Scotland, some encounters feel like destiny... and some feel like a mistake time will someday correct.

'ISHQ never enters quietly, it brings its own kind of RUINATION." __________________________ A top-tier university. Dripping with secrets. Two political rivalries held together by a settlement that feels more like control than peace. A third force watches from above → silent, dangerous, untouchable. Two murders. A revenge left unfinished. A vow to destroy everything. A silent soul enters next → too pure to understand the devastation, too trapped to walk away from it. And somewhere else, a hatred preserved for years waits behind restraint, held only by morals that are beginning to fail. Three stories breathing under one roof. Three ruins moving toward each other. And in between them → ishq, arriving exactly the way it always does: with ruin already promised. ______________________________ "I realised my love the moment I lost him."

ABHIRAJ SINGH RAJVANSH Abhiraj Singh Rajvansh-ASR. A name that commands fear, respect and absolute obedience. The youngest mafia king of Asia, he rules not only the underworld but also the business world, making and breaking billion-dollar deals with a snap of his fingers. He rules the country with a single order. His influence isn't confined to just one nation; presidents, businessmen and even the most ruthless criminals bow before him. With a single command, he can start or stop a war. He is a devil no one dares to cross him and those who do vanish without a trace. For his enemies, he is the devil himself, striking fear into their souls before bringing an end to their lives. Despite all his power, wealth and dominance, Abhiraj stands alone. An orphan with no family, no love, and no weakness-until she walks into his life. A girl who unknowingly awakens something dangerous inside him. He doesn't fall in love; he claims. And now, she is his newest obsession-one he will have, no matter the cost. MIRA RAO Mira is a bubbly, cheerful girl who grew up in an orphanage. She's always fought her battles alone, from childhood until now. Fierce yet soft-hearted, she doesn't hesitate to put anyone who crosses her in their place. The only person she truly has is her best friend. Mira dreams of finding a kind-hearted man-a normal guy who cares for everyone-but little does she know her future holds something completely unexpected. What will happen when Abhiraj begins his game to win Mira? Will she fall for him or will she become his? Will she uncover the truth about everything he's done to get her, or will they fall apart? Come along on the journey of Abhiraj and Mira to see how their lives flip upside down and everything changes in ways they never imagined.