VEER×ISHQI ARNAV×NAINA JATIN×PRIYANKA DHRUV×RENUKA For twenty-five years, the Ahuja name was a ghost buried under the blood and shadows of a powerful international syndicate. To survive, they had to become monsters. They had to live in secrecy. ​But a legacy built on blood eventually demands its dues. ​When the powerful Ahuja brothers crash into the lives of the Mehra sisters, a decades-old debt ignites a war. Boundaries blur, masks shatter, and a high-stakes battle for survival turns into an intoxicating game of hearts. From the high-tech hacker dens of Mumbai to the dangerous safe houses of the Western Ghats, four couples must learn to navigate the lethal secrets that bind them together-or watch them burn. ​They fought the syndicate to survive. Now, they must fight their own hearts to live. ​The debt is settled. The war is won. But can you ever truly escape the secrets you carry?

Two thousand years ago, Zeus imprisoned Hades in the void between worlds. Ever since, Persephone has ruled the underworld alone. She harvests souls, boosts her ratings, and prepares for the impossible: to free the one whom only the god of thunder can release. In the present day, a cult promising immortality emerges in the mortal world. It steals souls, bypassing the laws of the gods. When fourteen-year-old Manon becomes its latest victim, Persephone is forced to intervene. Car chases, gunfights, missing people, and dark secrets intertwine with ancient myths. For sometimes, to save the one you love, you need not only break the rules- but also rewrite the very boundary between life and death.

Prologue Thud! The bucket hit the cold ground. Water soaked through Penny's dress, clinging to her skin. She didn't flinch. Behind her, Cara and the others giggled, their apologies dripping from with mockery. "Lady's maid" one of them sneered. "What a privilege." Penny remained silent. Cold hands, a colder heart. That was her life. By the time she reached Lady Beatrix's chambers, her hair was still damp. But Lady Beatrix smiled softly, unaware of everything beyond her door. Gentle. Fragile. Untouched. Nothing like the rest of her family. The only solace she found was in the quiet of the library. And sometimes while stealing glances at Lord Jeremiah. But she was a maid. And maids did not dare look at the sky for too long. Not unless they wished to fall into misery.

"He built an empire to rule the world, but she became the only thing worth burning it down for." Rooh is just trying to survive. Clinging to her books, her pride, and a quiet life, she spends her rainy evenings working behind a café counter, completely invisible to the elite world outside. Avyansh Raichand is the elite world. Ruthless, powerful, and untouchable, the billionaire corporate heir doesn't tolerate mistakes, delays, or defiance. They were never supposed to cross paths. But a single stormy night, a sharp argument, and a chaotic, five-lakh-rupee coffee spill changes everything. He vows to break her pride. She refuses to bow to his empire. In a dangerous game of control and defiance, lines get blurred, secrets unravel, and the man who wanted to ruin her realizes she's the only chaos he can't live without. who will surrender first-the billionaire or the girl who refuses to be broken? 𓆩♡𓆪

When Seraphina vale accidentally crosses paths with the most feared man in the city, her life begins to unravel. Nikolai Volkov is cold, untouchable, and dangerous-a man whose name alone is enough to silence a room. Men fear him. Women avoid him. And everyone knows that being noticed by him is the beginning of the end. After a terrifying encounter inside a secret nightclub, Seraphina becomes trapped in web of fear, mystery, and hidden truths connected to her missing father. Strange messages begin appearing on her phone. Black cars follow her through the city. Unknown men start watching her every move. But the most terrifying part? Nikolai Volkov doesn't even care about her existence. As enemies from the underworld close in around her, Seraphina realizes she has stepped into a world far darker than she imagined-a world of mafia bloodlines, betrayal, obsession, and deadly secrets. And in Nikolai's world... Survival always comes with a price.

"𝑺𝒉𝒆-𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒚𝒐𝒖?" 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒗𝒐𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒍𝒆𝒅- 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒌 𝒍𝒂𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒔𝒐𝒏. 𝑯𝒊𝒔 𝒋𝒂𝒘 𝒕𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒅,"𝑺𝒉𝒆'𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝑭𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒆́." 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒕𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒂𝒖𝒈𝒉."𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆... 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝑰 𝒑𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒆́-𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓?" 𝑺𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒇𝒍𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒔 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒄𝒆-𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈. 𝑯𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒂 𝒔𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒅. 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒈𝒖𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏, 𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒔𝒖𝒊𝒕𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒄𝒂𝒔𝒉 𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒂𝒃𝒍𝒆.... 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚, 𝒔𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒔𝒇𝒊𝒆𝒅.

"Kyun iss faasle ne humein itna ajnabi bana diya ki ab aap nazrein chura rahi hain?" A sacred temple, a bustling market, and a pair of blue glass bangles carefully slid onto a trembling wrist. To the world, Saraksh is the epitome of a protective, attentive partner the kind whose gentle words send a flurry of butterflies straight to Ishanika's stomach. But behind his soft smiles and desperate, pleading eyes lies a suffocating guilt. Ishanika prays for the courage to be selfish for their love. Saraksh prays to Bholenath for forgiveness, haunted by a dark past. He knows he is living on borrowed time because while she looks at him with pure devotion today, the truth is a ticking time bomb. What happens when the girl who loves him finally remembers why she should hate him? ✨ Tropes: she Falls First / both fall Harder • Slow Burn • Healing Fiction • Indian Context • Amnesia/Secret Past • Pure Angst & Comfort .

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Shortlisted in Muse Awards. "He thought he was the hunter. He didn't know she had nothing left to lose." Trapped within the dark, looming walls of Vaelhorst Palace, Aethelgard is a captive surrounded by enemies. Her survival depends entirely on the mercy of Malakor-a ruthless, hyper-vigilant Dark Lord whose very name strikes terror across the kingdoms. Separated from everything she knows by the treacherous, ink-black waters of The Mourning Tides, escape seems completely impossible. But Malakor underestimates the girl in his shadows. Before sending her to the Dark Lord, the sinister witch known as Pale Marrow ripped away Aethelgard's emotions, leaving her completely hollow. Malakor expects a terrified prisoner, but instead, he faces a mind completely untethered by fear, panic, or mercy. As a dangerous, slow-burn game of wit and proximity unfolds between captive and captor, the lines between hatred and curiosity begin to blur. Aethelgard must use her cold, emotionless clarity to dismantle Malakor's court from the inside-before the magic fades and her feelings come rushing back. A dark fantasy romance filled with royal intrigue, psychological tension, and a toxic power dynamic that will burn down an empire.

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐨𝐫. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐢𝐭 𝐨𝐟𝐟. • • • 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝. On paper, she's untouchable. But perfection is just a cover for a ruined family, a dark past, and bloody hands. Everyone buys the act. Except him. The devil from her childhood. Luc carries a guilt that drives him into sex, illegal racing and fights, acting like nothing left to lose. He thinks he knows what destroyed his life. He has no idea Neriah is the real key to his nightmare. Being forced to live together? It's vicious. Two killers in a bed, where lying is keeping the other alive. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬. 𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐭. 𝐍𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞-𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐄𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐞. • • • 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐱𝐢𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐓𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐃𝐢𝐞