Bhaavi is running out of time-or at least that's what the society and her family tells her. Over 30 and not married. Not even close. Not the conventional beauty with petite figure and perfect face, which unfortunately the marriage market demands, she sets out to lose extra kilos and get the skin treatments which the beauty influencers are raving about. Just one glitch. On her first day of gym she encounters her college bully, Vihaan Mehta. Devastatingly handsome and equally cruel, Vihaan never left a chance to torment Bhaavi, making her college life a living hell. Now 8 years later, he still can't seem to leave her alone. *** Excerpt- 11 years ago... "Better start switching those samosas with salad, or your father will have a hard time finding you a husband," he adds and another round of laughter echoes around me as if he said the funniest thing ever. My eyes water but I rather be dead than let this bastard know his words affect me. I blink my eyes to keep the tears at bay and take in a long breath. ---- Now... "It's been so long, isn't it Berry?" He says to me. I hate that freaking nickname. "Eight years," I mutter unconsciously. "Eight long years without seeing you," he states like he was deprived of his right. The way his hooded eyes regard me makes my heart jump, taking me back to college days.

Suddenly, something felt wrong. Or rather, someone. A presence. Heavy. Close. Familiar. Intense enough that her entire body felt it before her mind understood it. And very slowly, she lifted her eyes upward. First, the black suit. Then the broad, familiar frame that was standing impossibly close before her. And then, his face. And as the final high notes of the orchestra's melody rose into the cold night air, the moment somehow became even more intense, almost unreal, as if life itself had chosen to play background music for this exact second. No words were spoken. None could be. Yet the melody only deepened the impact of it all, wrapping itself around the silence, the shock, the disbelief, and the terror standing between them. The moment their eyes met, her entire body froze. Completely. Her eyes widened instantly in sheer horror. No. No... Suhana's heart seemed to stop beating altogether. The blood drained from her face so fast it almost hurt. It was him. Alexander. Warning! Mature Content!

( This book will be kept on hold until October ) IBADAT - comes from a Arabic words which means " THE ACT OF DEVOTION " This book is a tale of A boy's ibadat towards a girl. He loves her so deeply that she becomes the centre of his heart.But she is older to him. _________________________ Abhinav singh rathore, a typical personality. Doesn't speak much. He is silent but observe everything. He is the only child of Shekhar and Swathi singh rathore. When he was 12years old , he was sent to boys boarding school. Because his parents want him to study well and become a successful businessman like his father. But only if they knew. Instead of studying Abhinav became the man that people would fear .They call him viper in the underworld. When he turned 19, he goes back to his house just for few days .And that's when he saw her - Anvika Chaudhary, A 22 year old nursing student. His neighbour.Until now Abhinav had only one goal that is to become Number one in underworld. But when he saw her a new goal is added to his list - that is to make her his .. But the problem is she is 3 years older than him, she considers him as her friend , she thinks society can't accept them as she is older to him .But Abhinav doesn't care about anything. All he know is he want her . Let's dig into the story and know will Anvika actually be his or not ?

This story contains a male lead who is not a moral character-he is dangerous, obsessive, and unapologetically ruthless. His actions are driven by control and possession, not kindness or redemption. Read only if you are comfortable with a dark romance where love is tangled with power, obsession, and destruction. Mikhail Sokolov **Ishika Rao A ruthless Russian mafia heir, Mikhail Sokolov, comes to India to aid his longtime ally in seizing control of a lucrative criminal empire. Cold, calculating, and convinced love is a fatal weakness, he lives by power and fear alone. But when he meets a defiant Indian woman who refuses to bend to his threats, she becomes more than a problem-she becomes his obsession. What starts as intimidation turns into a dangerous game of dominance and defiance, where boundaries blur and every choice pulls her deeper into his world. This is not a tale of redemption or gentle love-it is a story of possession, control, and a man who would rather destroy the woman he craves than ever let her go. EXCLUSIVELY AVAILABLE ON SCROLLSTACK. IT'S A DARK ROMANCE STORY SO BEWARE.

#1 in Urdu. THANK You guys for all the love. Warning ahead: The story contains violence and abusive language. Slow burn.. snippet of Story: Her heart was beating so hard that she could hear every beat clearly. He was so close to her and she had nowhere to run. And then he started coming closer, his warm breaths were falling on her lips. She could smell a faint cinnamon like smell. Suddenly she felt his hand on her waist pinning her on the wall. 'Please, leave me be' she whispered. He kept staring her lips, His red eyes were frightening her. 'Didn't I tell you to stay away from me? Are you trying to tease me? When I try to touch you, you don't let me. When I tell you to stay away, you don't seem to do that either. Now whatever will happen with you tonight will entirely be your fault.' He suddenly picked her up with ease and started walking towards bed. She was crying and trying to push his muscular body but of no use. He was too overpowering. A lamb in the lap of Lion.

"Don't try to follow me, better yet don't even cross my path. Wherever I go, destruction follows." Anurag Khatri is a rising boxing star. He is angry, stubborn, and strong. Circumstances and life, in general, had made him like that. The only two things that mattered to him were his twin brother Aarav and fulfilling his dream of getting a gold medal in the Olympics. That was until an unexpected soft-spoken yet feisty woman bulldozed into his life. He knew she was a distraction but yet couldn't resist her. "There's nothing that love can't heal. With a bit of love, even destruction looks beautiful. " Priyanka Sharma is a passionate photographer and writer. She's caring, sensitive and believes that anything can be mended with love. Although anonymous, she has a popular blog. Along with that she also runs the charity fund of her father's company. Her dream is to help the underprivileged in every possible way. What happens when their worlds clash? Will their love destroy both of them or heal them?

I have two rules for surviving college, Stay out of his way. Don't let him see you. But Massimo Bianchi doesn't follow rules-he makes them. The heir to the Bianchi Empire, a man with a dark past and a reputation that chills the blood, Massimo doesn't play nice. And for some reason, he's decided I'm his favourite game. He's ruthless, arrogant, and impossible to ignore, even if I try. I should stay away. I should hate him. But the more I try to escape him, the deeper he pulls me into his dangerous world. The more I hate him, the more he seduces me with his cold smile, his calculating gaze, and his twisted games. I'm not supposed to want him. I'm supposed to keep my distance, keep my secrets, keep my heart locked away. But when the devil himself comes knocking, there's no escape. Not from him. Not from the desire that burns through my every nerve. And the worst part? I think he knows it.

She is walking in the dark corridors which are barely lit, the only source of light is the torch light in her hand. As she is walking she heard someone calling her " Piyali...." she halted in her tracks and turned back, she find the voice familiar but can't decipher where she heard, the voice is so sweet to her... " Piyali"... the voice again called this time she decided to check. she walked towards the voice direction " who's is there?" Her voice echoed but no reply came, so she neared the spot from where the voice is heard, which is more darker than the corridor, even her torch is falling short in the darkness there, she is trying to adjust her eyes, squinting her eyes she asked again " who's is that?" She expected a reply but she was pulled into a hug. As a girl she is trying to defend herself but the hug is so strong she is unable to even move. she can hear that manly voice kept saying something to her, but she is unable to understand. Those hands now cupped her face, while she tried to see who it is, but she felt kisses on her neck traveling towards her face, she resisted and shouted " no...leave me...no" Hearing that the hands left her face immediately, and the manly voice sounded concern, but escaping from the grip, she started to run from there in the darkness. she is not in the right state of mind she just kept running and running until she bumped into someone. Find more in the story.....