"𝙄 𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙞𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙗𝙚𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙄 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙖 𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙧 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙." ╰┈➤As I pushed open the door, the air was thick with the scent of betrayal. My heart stilled. There he was-my husband, my Rudraksh, with another woman in his arms. His fingers traced her waist like she belonged there, like I was nothing but a ghost haunting a home that was never mine. ╰┈➤I staggered forward, my vision blurring, my soul shattering. "How much more do I have to suffer, Rudraksh?" My voice trembled, but he only smirked-a cruel curve of lips that held no mercy. ╰┈➤He stepped toward me, his grip like fire searing my wrist before he shoved me out of his world, out of his heart. The door slammed shut, locking me outside-where I had always been. 𝘼𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩'𝙨 𝙬𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙄 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙯𝙚𝙙... 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙢𝙚𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙚. Rudraksh Rajput X Arohi Mehra 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ

The story is set in early 1990s in a rural area. A bond is formed due to the promise of honour and respect. A marriage out of necessity and maybe a little bit of obsession. A girl filled with the hope of love and a guy completely enamored by her. How will their life unfold? ☆Warning :This story contains mature themes. It is completely fictional and based upon my imagination. It is inspired by the serial named "Begusarai". But only inspired, the story is completely mine. As I said before this is based in a rural area so am just giving you guys a heads up if anybody feels offended. Readers discretion is advised.

RUINED TRILOGY book-2-Ruined you Limited Chapters- 10 "She was meant to be under my protection... not buried in my heart. Too young, too innocent-everything I should have stayed away from. But from the moment I saw her, I was already hers. This isn't just a love story. It's the line between right and forbidden... and I crossed it." Beneath His Shadow An age-gap romance that blurs the lines between duty and desire.

*Read RUYA for better understanding* VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK1 They said time heals everything. But for Zarar Jatoi, time only taught him how to live without feeling. He was a man carved out of grief - all suit, silence, and shadows. The kind of man who once loved so deeply that when death took her, it took him too. Not his heartbeat, not his breath - but everything else that made him human. He stopped smiling. Stopped hoping. He moved through life like a ghost in a tailored suit, untouched by the world, unbothered by light. And then - she came. Noor. A girl in purple, with sunlight in her laugh and a recklessness that made the walls around him flicker. She wasn't supposed to matter. She wasn't supposed to see him - really see him. But she did. And slowly, painfully, relentlessly - she began pulling him back from the edge. Not with grand gestures, not with loud declarations, but with her presence. Her chaos. Her light. This isn't a love story. It's a story about the war between grief and healing. Between darkness and the girl who dared to walk into it barefoot, uninvited, and full of color. It's the story of Zarar Jatoi - and the girl named Noor, who became his Rahat when he believed he no longer deserved one.

VILLAIN'S AFSAANA BOOK2 It began with a kiss. Not a romantic one. Not soft or planned. It happened in the dark - between a loaded gun and a murder that was never supposed to be happened. She was Eighteen. He was a shadow in her hallway. That kiss wasn't love. But it ruined him. And it marked her. AJ had come to kill. To burn the world that had once taken everything for him. But she stopped him - not with a weapon, not with fear... just with one terrified, trembling kiss. Since that night, he's been obsessed. Not in the way people write about love - but in the way nightmares follow you long after the morning comes. She became his fixation. His sickness. His hasrat. And Sara? She was never the girl who asked for his attention. She never wanted to be seen by him - not like that. But AJ sees her everywhere. Her blue eyes. Her silence. Her fear. To him, it's devotion. To her, it's a cage. This isn't a story about love. It's about possession. About what happens when a girl becomes the obsession of a man who doesn't understand boundaries. A man who calls madness loyalty. And a girl who keeps running... even though some part of her wonders what would happen if she stopped.

Shehnaaz has never met her father's side family in her whole life because they don't know her father has married woman from outside their caste and kept her and his daughter hidden for years until they find out. When they came to know there is girl with RASHEEDI blood running inside her they refuse to let him marry her to just anybody and forced her marriage with eldest son Sidharth Rasheedi who wasn't fond of her After going there she found out she has dramatic elder brother and many more cousins. She loved everyone they all were welcoming but him. He was intimidating, very much unapproachable and egotistic mf. They fight anywhere everywhere and will die than admit that other person is right. heated arguments those turns into something else at end

RUINED TRILOGY book-3-Ruined us Limited Chapters- 10 "I've loved him for as long as I can remember-quietly, hopelessly. Zorawer Rasheedi... the boy who became a man carved from stone. He looks through me like I'm invisible, like my heart doesn't ache every time he walks by.They say he feels nothing. That he's incapable of love. But I know what I see in his eyes when he thinks no one's watching. He's not heartless. He's just hiding something... maybe even from himself." Age gap romance where she falls first and deeper.

RUINED TRILOGY book-1-Ruined me Limited Chapters- 10 "He should've walked away. Instead, he burned for her-dangerously, obsessively." Life was flawless. Predictable. Controlled. Until her. Until the moment Zarar' eyes locked with Ruhya's-wide, tear-soaked, trembling beneath a smile she wore for another man. His uncle's bride-to-be. Twenty years old. Off-limits. Untouchable. She was everything he should've ignored. But something inside him snapped. Obsession. Sharp. All-consuming. Dangerous. He watched her laugh at his uncle's jokes, wear his ring, walk through their house like she belonged there. But in his mind, she already belonged to him. And what he wants... he takes. Even if it means betraying blood. Even if it means dragging them both into something they can't escape.

✧ ೃ༄*ੈ✩ 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐜𝐡 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "Why are you always looking down? My face is right up here." He gently held my chin in between his fingers, tilting my head up so that our eyes could lock in on each other. "You're so pretty, you make nervous," I quietly confessed. A blush made its way on both of our faces, making laughter fly past my lips. He's so cute. He shook his head and brought the blunt in his hand to his lips, taking a long drag. I curiously looked up at him through my lashes, secretly wanting to try it. As if he knew what was going through my mind, he gripped my face in his hand and bent down, pulling us closer together. My heart thumped against my chest, begging to be let free. "Uh-" He cut me off by placing his lips on mine, making my eyes widen when I felt him allowing the smoke to blow into my mouth. "Inhale," he instructed. ೃ⁀➷ 𝐀 𝐛𝐚𝐝 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲; 𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲, 𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫. ..⃗. ☁️ 𝐀 𝐬𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞.

Can you damage someone beyond repair? Luca plays his role as the loyal underboss. Violent, lethal, flawless. The lapdog, the starboy. On the surface, he maintains his facade of smirks and casual charm, but beneath the mask, thereʼs a profound darkness, a relentless memory of the girl who shattered his heart years ago. Soft, innocent, naive---sheʼs the last thing he needs... yet the only thing heʼs ever wanted. When trouble drags Wren back to New Yorkʼs underworld, she has no choice but to face the past she never outran. She never stopped yearning for the boy who lit up her world seven years ago, the only person who ever made her feel truly alive. Fate throws them back into the same orbit, but can they survive the wreck of their past?