She thinks she is living an ordinary life. College. Friends. Family. Familiar streets. Favourite cafés. Late-night conversations. The little routines she never thinks twice about. Nothing unusual. Except someone knows. He knows when she takes the longer route home. He knows which smile is real and which one she forces. He knows where she goes when she needs to be alone. He knows the things she has never told anyone. And somehow, he is always there. She calls it coincidence. He calls it devotion. To her, he is a stranger. To him, she is everything. What begins as silent admiration slowly becomes something darker. An obsession disguised as protection, a fixation disguised as love, and a presence she cannot see but somehow begins to feel. Because sometimes the most dangerous person in your life isn't the one standing beside you. It's the one you haven't noticed yet. And by the time she finally looks over her shoulder... he may already be too close. Dark Psychological Thriller • Obsession • Mystery • Suspense • Dual POV • Slow Burn • Indian Setting

[OH NOLD] "𝗠𝗮𝗿𝗿𝘆 𝗺𝗲." It wasn't a proposal. It was a threat. She was never meant to be the bride. The wedding was supposed to belong to her sister. Instead, Kiara Sharma found herself standing at the altar, marrying the one man she had spent years despising. Viraj Rathore. The heir to the country's most powerful political dynasty. The man capable of destroying lives with a single word. Hours before the wedding, Kiara's sister vanished without a trace. Hours later, her father was arrested. And by sunset, Kiara was trapped in a marriage she never wanted. She blames Viraj for everything. He believes she's hiding the truth. Bound by an unwanted vow and surrounded by secrets neither family is willing to expose, they are forced into a dangerous game where every smile hides a lie and every promise comes with a price. But the deeper Kiara digs into her sister's disappearance, the more she realizes that some secrets were buried for a reason. And Viraj Rathore may not be the villain she thinks he is. Because someone is watching. Someone knows what happened to Aditi Sharma. And someone is willing to kill to keep it hidden. In a world ruled by power, politics, and betrayal, the most dangerous thing Kiara Sharma can do... is fall in love with her husband. A political thriller romance featuring forced marriage, enemies-to-lovers, obsession, family secrets, and a slow-burn love story between two people who were never meant to be together.

some feelings are easier to type than say out loud. typed, erased, repeated. is a collection of poems, late-night thoughts, unfinished feelings, love that stayed too long, memories that still ache, and the kind of emotions people pretend they've moved on from. these pages were written in moments of overthinking, healing, missing, loving, breaking, and becoming. maybe you'll relate to some of them. maybe you'll wish you didn't.

[ON HOLD] At first, it was just a normal story. A girl. A boy. A few accidental touches. Too much eye contact. The kind of romance people love reading at 2 AM. Then the characters started noticing things. Why did their worst moments always feel... repeated? Why did every painful scene make the "audience" happier? Why did side characters disappear once nobody cared about them anymore? And why did he begin hearing voices whenever people read their story? The boy realizes something horrifying before anyone else does: Their lives are entertainment. Every heartbreak, every misunderstanding, every tear... carefully consumed by invisible strangers waiting for the next chapter. And the more the readers want tragedy... the more the story obeys. Now he's trying to fight the plot itself. Trying to protect the girl he loves from the people watching them. But stories like this don't survive without suffering. And the readers never stop reading.