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I asked the others to take his body to the hospital. They rushed the stretcher inside, and within seconds, doctors started gathering around me. Just then, he arrived my husband. His eyes scanned me from head to toe before he walked straight to me, held my hand, and said softly, "Are you okay? Let me check." I looked at him, then pointed towards the man lying motionless on the stretcher and said, "Mujhe woh zinda chahiye." He followed my gaze. As he raised his hand, his fingers brushed against my head wet with blood. His expression changed instantly. "Pehle tumhe zarurat hai," he said firmly. I lost control. I grabbed his collar and shouted, "Mujhe woh kisi bhi haal mein zinda chahiye!" He froze. For the first time ever, I saw anger in his eyes raw, sharp, unfamiliar. He had never looked at me like that before. He turned away and shouted, "Prepare for surgery!" He pulled my hand off his collar and walked away, his voice echoing down the corridor, "Dr. Ananya, examine SHO now." I glared at his back, my chest heaving. A doctor approached me immediately and gently guided me towards a cabin.

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#5th series of Thakur Agastya Thakur A well-known name in politics, Agastya Thakur rose to power at an age when most were still finding their footing. He was a man of few words because for him, actions always spoke louder than speeches. Calm, composed, and unreadable, his silence often carried more weight than others' loudest promises. Despite the authority he commanded, Agastya remained deeply rooted in his values. His greatest strength was his family. He held immense respect for his Baba and Ma, not just loving them, but truly adoring them walking in their footsteps, guided by their principles. Power never distanced him from where he came from; it only made his roots deeper. Chandani Chandani was an innocent soul born into a cruel world. Raised watching her mother and grandmother live in quiet obedience, she grew up believing that women were meant to follow men's words without question. That belief wasn't taught it was lived in front of her every single day. She belonged to a small village so forgotten that most people didn't even know it existed. Her world was limited to the walls of her home; stepping outside was never an option, only a dream. Freedom was a word she had heard, never felt. At the age of eighteen, her father decided it was time to marry her off. Her fate was sealed early, though destiny delayed it for reasons unknown. Chandani was finally married at twenty one but by then, she had already learned that silence was survival. ⚠️book will in hinglish format with translation will mature too

"I want a divorce," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. "What?" she asked, her heart sinking. "What about the promise you made on our wedding day?" A single tear slipped down her cheek. "That promise was just to save my family's name," he replied coldly, avoiding her gaze. "You lied to me? Is that why you treated me this way all these months?" she asked, her voice trembling with anger and hurt. He remained silent. "Why?" she demanded. "She is back," he said flatly, offering no further explanation. Shivika swallowed the lump in her throat, her pain giving way to defiance. "Fine. I'll give you the divorce you want," she said harshly, wiping her tears before walking out, leaving behind the man who had shattered her heart. Shivika Kapoor(26 years), a bubbly and kind-hearted girl, saw her life fall apart when she became the unexpected bride of Abhimanyu Malhotra(30 years). Abhimanyu, the brilliant and distant star surgeon of Sapphire General Hospital, was admired for his charm and skill but had left Shivika with nothing but heartbreak. Was this the life she had imagined? Was this destiny's plan, or did their fractured bond hold any hope for healing? Both doctors at Sapphire General Hospital, Abhimanyu was Shivika's senior by three years, known for his brilliance and cold demeanor. Shivika, a fresh resident eager to prove herself, had long admired him from afar during her studies. But now, the shadows of their past loomed over them, threatening to destroy any chance at happiness. Fate had brought them together, but could two souls ever truly mend? Or would their lives forever be dictated by pain and unfulfilled promises? Dive into their story to uncover the twists, heartbreak, and hope of a love caught between duty and desire. Highly mature content. Read at your own risk. 18+

She was about to fall when strong arms caught her around the waist, holding her up before she hit the floor. "Thank-" The word stopped midway. She looked up. Raghav. For a moment, everything else faded away. Raghav Chauhan. Her cousin brother's best friend. A man she had admired quietly for months, never allowing herself to feel more than that. He was at the club for a meeting, wearing a sharp suit that made him stand out. Just moments ago, he had been talking to a few people when his phone rang. Seeing his mother's name, he had moved toward a less crowded area. That's when he saw her losing balance. And without thinking, he caught her. ***************************************************** Anaya Singh Rathore - The princess of Rajasthan, fearless, full of life, but hiding loneliness behind her smile. She always gets what she wants. Raghav Chauhan - CEO, feared mafia leader, and a man who never loses. Ruthless, cold, and impossible to challenge... until she crosses his path. For him, she's just his best friend's sister... For her, he's everything. Will she make him see her differently this time? Will desire survive in a world built on fear? And what happens when love breaks all the rules?

𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞...𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐫𝐲 𝐢𝐭...𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮. (English translation available.) 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐗 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐭𝐚 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 Her lips parted slightly, a whisper escaping before she could stop herself. "Abhimanyu Singh Rathore..." The man - Abhimanyu - looked up from her resume, his expression unreadable. "Akshita Mehra," he said slowly, as if tasting her name on his tongue. She sat straighter, pretending her heartbeat wasn't thundering in her ears. "So you're from Rishikesh, huh?" He leaned back again. His eyes gleamed with coldness. "So tell me, Miss Rishikesh... why should I hire you?" Her throat went dry, but she forced her words out. "Sir, my main focus will be on growth and development of the company-" He raised one eyebrow, cutting her sentence like a blade. "By fighting with the CEO?" A low chuckle slipped from his lips as he tossed the resume back on the desk. The sound made her blood boil. "You know what I want to do right now?" His tone turned sharper, colder. "Kick you out of my company. But... but..." He leaned forward suddenly, his elbows on the desk, his eyes boring into hers. Her breath hitched under the intensity of his gaze. "I have an offer for you, Miss Rishikesh." Her brows furrowed. "O-Offer?" "Yes. An offer to work as my P.A." Tropes: Boss × Personal Assistant Grumpy CEO × Sunshine Girl Cold, Short-Tempered Male Lead Soft-Spoken but Strong Female Lead Anger Issues with a Soft Spot Possessive Yet Protective Hero Enemies to Lovers Slow Burn Romance Office Romance & Workplace Drama Emotional Walls & Healing Love "Touch Her and Die" Energy

"Please... please help me, he is selling me, please help me," she cried out to him, her voice cracking with desperation. Rudra said nothing at first. His eyes fixed on her tear-streaked face . "Shaadi karogi mujhse?" he asked, his tone flat, unreadable. (Will you marry me?) She just looked at him, frozen, her lips parted but unable to speak. "Shaadi kar lo mujhse. Bacha loonga tumhe," he said again, voice steady and emotionless. (Marry me. I'll save you.) She stared at him, still mute, unable to decide what was worse. Just then, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed across the road. Another man came running, panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he called out to her. "Aakhir mil hi gayi tu!" he exclaimed, a mix of relief and fury etched across his face. (Finally, I found you) She turned slowly, horrified to see the face she thought she had escaped. Her husband. He reached out for her hand, but she flinched. "Chal, tera naya maalik tera intezaar kar raha hai," he said coldly. (Come, your new owner is waiting for you.) She took a step back instinctively as he advanced. The pain in her heart was louder than any scream. "Kya daam lagaya hai iska?" Rudra asked, stepping between them. (How much did you price her for?) Her husband raised a brow, confused. "Kya?" (What?) Rudra remained still, his voice low and steady. "Jitna daam lagaya hai, usse das guna zyada doonga. Bech do isse mujhe." (Whatever price you set for her, I'll give you ten times more. Sell her to me.)

Book one of HIS GODDESS SERIES Kiyansh Singh Rathore ×Kaushiki Jaiswal Tropes ●CEO × LAWYER ●SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE ●MISUNDERSTANDINGS ●STRONG AND BOLD FEMALE LEAD ●DEVOTED AND OBSESSED MALE LEAD ●FORGET ABOUT TOUCHING OR LOOKING YOU BREATH WRONG AROUND HER AND YOU ARE DEAD ●SOFT ONLY FOR HER ●GREEN FOREST ONLY FOR HER ●MMC GROVELLING ●HE FELL FIRST SHE FELL HARDER "Strangers by fate, enemies by deceit, bound by redemption, and forever entwined by the threads of love and devotion." Kaushiki Jaiswal was never meant to be in the spotlight- a quiet storm with dusky skin, fierce intelligence, and scars hidden under silence. A girl who healed others while no one noticed she was bleeding. Kiyansh Singh Rathore never made mistakes- cold, calculating, born of legacy and vengeance. But he made one. Her. When betrayal strikes from within and the royal world begins to rot from the inside, Kaushiki is framed for crimes she didn't commit. And Kiyansh becomes both her judge-and the very reason her world collapses. But guilt has teeth. And obsession has no mercy. As Kaushiki walks away from everything- including the friend she loved like family- Kiyansh begins to unravel. And a man who never bowed to anyone, now finds himself on his knees for the girl he once destroyed. In a world of legacies, lies, and buried bloodlines- redemption isn't given. It has to be earned.