"Massive crush situations - buckle up"

Warning! ⚠️ This book contains excessive overthinking, random 2 a.m. thoughts, old Bollywood songs, butterflies, chaos, embarrassing memories, dreams, nightmares, tiny happy moments, and way too many "what ifs." In short... This isn't just a book. It's me. 🌷 So if you're ready to step inside my messy little universe... Welcome to A Pocket Full of Chaos. 🤍 - Rivi

Kuch log zindagi mein planning karke nahi aate. Woh bas ek local train, ek coffee spill, ya ek random Monday ki wajah se mil jaate hain. Armaan aur Zara ko lagta tha ki woh sirf ek project share kar rahe hain. Lekin Mumbai ke monsoon ke paas unke liye kuch aur plans the. Saat mahine ki mehnat ke beech unhone sirf ek campaign nahi banaya. Unhone yaadein banayi. Ek dosti banayi. Aur shayad... Kuch aur bhi.

She was a storm wrapped in stillness. And he was a beast disguised as a man. She was everything a man should fear- Powerful. Unpredictable. Untouchable. And he was everything a woman was taught to desire- Protective. Steady. Dangerously irresistible. The world saw her as cold. Heartless. Unmoved by pain, grief, or loss. She had spent years building that illusion, brick by brick, until it became her strongest armor. And then he came along. Without trying. Without forcing. He looked past every wall, every mask, every carefully crafted façade she had spent years perfecting. He understood the silences she never explained. And saw the wounds she never spoke of. That terrified her. Because if he could see through her lies, how long before he saw the truth? The secrets. The nightmares. The grief she carried like a second skin. The darkness she had buried so deep that even she refused to acknowledge its existence. She hated how effortlessly he crossed every boundary she drew. Hated how her heart betrayed her whenever he was near. Hated how his presence calmed storms she had learned to live with. Hated how safe he made her feel. And perhaps most of all- She hated that a part of her loved it. Slowly, impossibly, they stopped being strangers. Stopped being obligations tied together by fate and family. They became partners. A refuge in each other's chaos. For the first time in years, she allowed herself to believe that perhaps happiness was not a luxury she was forbidden from having. Perhaps she could have a future. Perhaps she could finally stop surviving and start living. But fate has never been kind to people like her. The peace she had fought so hard to build began to crumble. And once again, blood stained the path ahead. The game that had once destroyed everything she loved had returned. Only this time- The stakes were far deadlier. Because now she had something to lose. The game of death started again.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

Aadesh was expecting a soft romance. The one which he read about in books, the one which swept him off his feet and made him feel alive. The one that took his breath away. Instead, the new boy at school finds that his classmate was emotionally sponsored by Gotham city. His little devil did have the ability to take his breath away. Literally. The girl with the secrets she so desperately tries to hide. The girl with the blade she holds so lovingly against his neck. The girl who's blood spills as if it has a mind of its own, trying to lead astray the curious into forests with dangers she's curated herself.' He didn't want to be in her life, not with her secretive, psychopathic tendencies. Not with his heart beating out of his chest for reasons he couldn't fathom. But somehow, he was. And came with her the dream package. The guy who jokes like nothing matters, patches people up while inventing new expletives, and somehow always ends up right in the middle of things he claims he doesn't care about. The boy who believes in doing the "right thing," even when it's messy, inconvenient, and emotionally expensive, and still stands his ground like it's a personal religion. And that one doll. Soft edges and controlled silence, like satin wrapped around something sharp. She doesn't raise her voice, she doesn't need to. She moves people without them noticing they've been moved, leaves questions instead of answers, and somehow always stays just outside the reach of certainty. Aadesh Malhotra was expecting he'd live a normal life. But curiosity did kill the cat. (or that one time when wannabe golden retriever detective fell for the girl who could make 'good morning' sound mildly threatening.)

Book 2 in Political series Not a standalone so please read Book 1 (YMC) He was the M.L.A who hated the word 'Love'. Defeated by life he stepped up again only to Conquer the unthinkable. 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒚 𝑨𝒉𝒍𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 :- The Politician who once known as a guy for his short temper and reckless actions was now known as one of the most influential M.L.A of the state. The man who made his regret and grief his shield. The man who promised to breath just for his younger brother's promise and Elder brother's love. Until she made him feel alive again... His Dil-e-noor She was that friendly and helpful GenZ assistant professor at the University and also a little bit famous influencer known for her obsession about a certain M.L.A. 𝑵𝒐𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒉𝒂𝒏 :- The woman who was always a stranger among her blood. The woman who would go to any extent just to get her freedom back. She knew freedom comes with a price....but this price was too hefty for her to pay but also too appealing for her to refuse. Until she saw those eyes...those eyes that promised to give it all to her.... Her Rana Ji Asst. Professor × Politician . . . . ✯ I'll just say.... please read the introduction chapters and after that you're free to leave if it's not your cup of tea. ✯ It's my second story so please ignore the mistakes. ✯ English is not my first language

HOW FAR WILL YOU GO FOR... LOVE? ////\\\\////\\\\ "God, Please let me see him one more time. Just once." Panchi Karnawat. The richest girl in school. Perfect in both grades and looks. Untouchable. Until she forms one weakness. Him. A boy she's never seen... yet fell for his bravery, his fire, the way he defies the world without even trying. ♡ DIL IBBADAT ♡ "You are my God, Panchi... and even eternity itself would be too short to prove my devotion to You." Ram Awasthi. Scholarship student, smart, sharper than anyone else. Avoids people, distractions... life. Until her. The girl who makes him forget rules, even himself. The girl who announces to the whole school she is in love, with a boy she has never met. ♡ And only he knows... he is that boy. ♡ ************************************************************** Flattered already? 🤭 Just wait... the whole of Class 11-D at Valentine High is about to steal your heart. Love you! 🤭♥️

Love is unpredictable. It makes you dream, makes you believe in forever-until it shatters you. Sayra Dixit once believed in love. She believed in stolen glances, whispered confessions, and fairytales that ended in happily ever afters. But all those dreams crumbled the day she confessed her feelings to Rithvik Rajvansh-the school's cold, unattainable genius-and was brutally rejected. Years passed, and Sayra buried the girl who once loved so openly. But fate had other plans. Now, she finds herself bound in an arranged marriage with the very man who broke her heart. He is no longer the boy she once adored. And she is no longer the girl who waited for him to notice her. But then, why does his presence still send her heart racing? Why does her indifference feel like a punishment to him? "I don't believe in love anymore." "Then I'll teach you how to believe again."

☆"The kitchen floor was cold. Mahira sat with her back against the wall, her phone pressed to her left ear.Her eyes burned. Tears slipped down her face faster than she could wipe them away. Each breath felt wrong. Too fast. Too deep. Too difficult. As if someone had reached inside her chest and forgotten to leave enough air behind. The call rang once, Twice, Three times. Then it connected. "Hello?" Mahira opened her mouth. Her throat felt packed with stones. She tried again. Another breath. The sound of her own breathing echoed through the phone. "Mahira?" The voice on the other end sounded confused now. "Mahira, what's wrong?" The voice came from the other side. "Wait... are you... crying?" Concern at first. Then panic. "Paani pi bhai, sab theek ho jayega. Kya hua? Bata mujhe." Her hands wouldn't stop shaking. Mumma was asleep in her room. Her siblings were in theirs. The whole house was quiet. "Vo... vo..." She tried to speak. The words got stuck somewhere between her chest and her throat. "Bhai..." Another sob escaped before she could stop it. "Kaise bataun?" Because where was she supposed to start? Even if she told her the reason, she wouldn't understand. Not because she didn't care. Because there was too much. Too many things that had happened before this moment. Explaining it would mean answering a hundred questions. And mahira didn't have enough energy left for even one. "Bhai, paani pi pehle. Tension mat le. Main hoon." Mahira pushed herself up from the floor. Her knees nearly gave out beneath her. The room tilted for a second. She reached for the bottle on the counter. One sip. Then another. Then another." ☆ ✿Mahira used to believe lightning never struck the same place twice. Life disagreed. ~When It Happened Again~