(Watty Awards Finalist - Trailer inside) My life is far from normal. I may act like a normal teenage girl during the day, but I'm the most fearful street racer the moment the night falls. The thing is that nobody knows I'm a girl. In their eyes I'm just a guy who has a talent for street racing. My whole world turns upside down when Blaze, my sworn enemy, finds out my secret. That, my friend, is the very moment that hell breaks loose.

Highest rank #10 in spiritual "Take me home, please-" She requested him in a broken voice. Haani paused to look in her direction for a moment but she refused to meet his gaze. Nodding more to himself, he understood at once what she meant by home. Walking towards her side of the car he opened the door for her. Without a word she got out and started walking towards the house before Haani could clasp his large hand around her arm to stop her. She abrupty stopped and turned around to face him. Her face as blank as a stone sculpture yet to carve. "It's not safe here." He informed her with genuine concern. "Then where is it safe? With you?" ...... Famous artist Haani Fateen knows that nothing comes for free, you always have to set a bait to catch your fish. So, when he finds the source of inspiration to his art, he sets his game. Sanari Abdul knows one thing, men are enslaved to their desires. So, when she finds herself trapped in his games, she can't escape anymore.

Sequel to Misty _______________ The wind stopped. The birds rested on the branches. The squirrels peeked out from behind the leaves. The forest turned silent, covering these two souls from the glare of the afternoon sun. He stared at her radiant face. "We are different," she said softly, guilt glinting in her eyes. "Very different from each other. Our worlds aren't same." "Moon Goddess never makes a wrong decision. The Mist that your pack has taught you about, is an illusion, my mate." He told her with a small smile on his face. "A trick of mind it is. When you stop believing in its presence, it wouldn't be there. You will be able to see everything clearly." She cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb against the bristles. "I can see everything clearly, my mate. I see the border of enmity between two packs." The smile that showed the delight of meeting his mate, now displayed the fear of uncertainty. But the Alpha blood running in his veins kept him warm. Confidence spread upon his heart as the inner beast told him the universal truth. Furthermore, the touch of his mate would always fill him with high spirit. "There can never be a barrier between lovers." He said the ultimate truth to the divine beauty, looking in her mischievous eyes. Her eyebrows raised and rested back slowly. Raising her chin, she watched him leaning his face downwards slightly in curiosity. Consequently, she brought her mouth closer to his ear, whispering the answer for him and the silent audience present in this forest, favouring him. "But we are not lovers, my mate. We are enemies."

UNDER MAJOR EDITING {Eternal Ishq Series - Book Two} It is a must that the Book One 'In Your Love...' is read before you begin 'In His Love...' A Hijabi fashion-designer, an Aalim entrepreneur. Also a simple girl and her well-known surgeon Every tale is connected, every person is linked... the one knows the other, the other knows a third and the third happens to be the first one's brother while the fourth is undoubtedly the other's best friend... Capiche? No? :D For the real summary, click inside -

Mumbai. The city of dreams. With shimmering Arabian Sea, glittering skyscrapers, glamorous Bollywood; everywhere sun hits here, this city dazzles. But beneath this warm dazzle, there is another Mumbai. The cold Mumbai. The dark Mumbai. The stronghold of mafia. Where narrow alleys are splattered with gun-powder and blood. Where lives are discarded like tissue papers. Where innocence and honesty are a waste of everyone's time. Where obscene amount of money circulates unaudited. Where star power does not fluctuate every Friday. And since years now, this formidable underworld is under Lala Amarnaath Vaghela's thumb. The powerful mafia kingpin who started his ascent from the slums of Dharavi years back, today he controls most of the Indian subcontinent's illegal dealings and organized crime with an iron fist. But not without help. Akash Ranjan Vaghela. Lalaji's grandson and his heir apparent. Apple of his grandfather's eyes, he is calculative, sly and cold-blooded. Arnav Singh Raizada. Lalaji's indispensable and cunning protege. Ruthless, he is as unapologetic as they come in this business. Everything is working smoothly in Lalaji's world. Like a well oiled machine. Or is it? Because apart from sharing Lalaji's trust, apparently these two capable young men also share an undisguised hatred for each other. Not above playing dirty in this high stakes arena, both are merely bidding their time to tear one another down. And it won't be long before lives will be pawned, loyalties will be questioned and the already shady line between right and wrong will completely disappear, crumbling everything around them like a house of cards. But no matter who emerges the winner out of the two, there is someone who will only lose. A torn heart which refuses to take sides. A girl who dared to love them both. Stubborn and loyal-to-a-fault Khushi. Full name Khushi Ranjan Vaghela. Akash Vaghela's beloved pampered baby sister. And the beautiful confusion of Arnav Singh Raizada's life.

An eminent politician with ties to royalty, Uday Rajvansh had no use for a wife. Any wife. Clamoring for a respite from her never-ending bad luck, Niyati Mishra was in a desperate need of a husband. Any husband. A tragedy tied these two unlikely candidates in holy matrimony. He cursed his stars. She fell to her knees and thanked hers. But abruptly, their marriage lost its cause. His freedom was within his reach again. However, he wasn't sure if that was what he wanted anymore. For it had become clear to Uday that Niyati was the one he had been waiting for, all along. Subconsciously. Reluctantly. Desperately.