"Iss gusse se kya prove karna chahte ho, Arjun?" he shouted, his chest heaving. "Roshni aaj hamare saath nahi hai. Uski wajah sirf... sirf tum ... aur tumhara ye gussa hai !" He stepped closer, his words thundering through the tense silence. "Tumhara wahi gussa phir se kisi ki jaan khatre mein na daale!" Something inside Arjun twisted sharply at Sameer's words. All the anger he had kept inside, all the happy moments they once shared as friends-it all hit him at once. Every memory, every fragment of pain from losing Roshni came rushing back, like a tide he had tried to hold back. He had nothing to say. Nothing at all.

𖤐 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐘𝐀 ✦ 𝐆𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐈 𖤐 ╔═══════════════════════╗ ✦ "In the high-stakes theater of power, justice is a luxury. Desire is a death sentence." ✦ ╚═══════════════════════╝ He is the shadow that rules the city- ruthless, untouchable, and forged from cold calculation. She is the light that dares to walk into the dark- brilliant, relentless, and armed with the law. When their worlds collide, it is not love. It is a war. A dangerous game of power and control. A slow-burning obsession that suffocates. A psychological battlefield where desire becomes a weapon and trust is a fatal mistake. Caught between the glittering corporate underworld and a hunger neither of them can escape, they stand balanced on the edge of a knife. And when the dust finally settles... Who will break first- ✦ The Law? ✦ Or the man who stands above it? ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ 🖤 LOVE HURTS. ☠ OBSESSION KILLS. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ ✦ 𝐑𝐞𝐞𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐞𝐬 ✦

Lavanya was an ordinary college student from a middle-class family. Living alone in Bangalore, she found comfort in novels because reality had never given her the love and affection she longed for. Her favorite novel was The Possessive Rathores-the story of India's most powerful family, ruled by the feared and respected Vikram Rathore and his five extraordinary sons. Among all the characters, one stood out: Vanya Singh, the villainess everyone hated. But everything changes when a tragic accident ends Lavanya's life. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself inside the very novel she loved-and in the body of Vanya Singh. The problem? Vanya is destined for a miserable ending. Determined to survive, Lavanya decides to avoid the Rathores and stay away from the story's main plot. But fate has other plans. As secrets of the Rathore Mansion begin to unfold, she discovers that the family she feared is nothing like the novel described. Can she change Vanya's destiny? Can she uncover the truth behind Vanya's past? And when the powerful Rathores begin to care for her, will she finally find the family and love she always wished for? A tale of family, secrets, healing, and second chances, where the villainess gets the opportunity to rewrite her own story. Note : It is not like other stories where she behaves defferently and gradually hero falls for her . No definitely not for more information read the story.

A Shauryaman gaur fanfic♠️

For years, Rehman Dakait carried a ghost. A woman he lost long ago. A woman whose absence became the only wound he never learned to live with. Then, without warning, she returns. The moment he sees her, he knows exactly who she is. The problem is that she should not be standing in front of him. Not after what happened. Not after all these years. As old secrets begin to resurface, Rehman finds himself trapped between the woman he once knew and the stranger she has become. Because some truths refuse to stay buried, and some ghosts return for a reason. In a city ruled by blood, loyalty, and betrayal, the past has finally come back to collect its debt.

They call him a Monster. They call her a Seductress. But in a courtroom full of saints, the two biggest predators have finally found each other. Shouryaman Gaur is behind bars for murder, his untouchable ego left bleeding, and his life hanging entirely by a thread. Nadiya Raghuvanshi is the High Court's most lethal weapon. She isn't here to play by the rules, she's here to stage a coup against the legend who trained her. Arjun thinks he holds the winning hand, but he's about to learn that in The House of Cards, the Ace doesn't command the floor. The Queen does. ***** "You're fighting a losing battle, Nadiya. You grew up in my firm. You should know better than anyone else, the Ikka never loses." Nadiya pauses, tilting her head slightly. Her smirk deepens, entirely unfazed by him. She reaches up, idly adjusting the tennis necklace resting against her collarbone. "You're right, Arjun." she whispers, her voice fearless and lethal. "But even the Ikka bows before the Rani. See you inside."