RATED M FOR LANGUAGE AND OTHER STUFF. Kuhu looked at the portrait hung on the wall, the smile on her face becoming increasingly strained with each passing moment. She shifted her attention to her brothers, hoping for some solace. They were all admiring the woman in the portrait who also happened to be THEIR mother. Only their mother. She turned to leave the living room, completely unnoticed. Her footsteps echoed in the empty alley, her heartbeat even louder. As she closed the door behind her, tears gushed to her eyes of their own accord. She didn't know why, she didn't know how...but her feet carried her to the most overlooked drawer of her closet. Inside a forgotten personal diary lay a crippled photograph. One that would never find it's way to the living room. One that was destined to always remain a photograph and never a portrait. Her mother. Only her mother. It was a gift from the most vile woman she had known in life. Her maasi. She had gifted her the picture nearly 5 years back. Not as her mother's remembrance but as a reminder of her legacy. She brought the photo close to her chest and whispered, "I love you, mumma." - "This is your legacy, Kian. Your destiny was carved long before your first breath. You were never meant to walk the same path as your brothers. Your purpose is far greater than theirs." the man said, his eyes gentle despite the sharpness in his words. Kian didn't flinch. "I will never become what my brothers chose not to be." he said stiffly, conviction brimming in his eyes. "Even at the cost of those same brothers' life?" the gentleness was gone. All he could see was a devilish, threatening glint. Kian's jaw clenched. "A pest like you can't even touch my brothers!" The man chuckled. "Pests are underrated, Kian. They move unseen, untamed, untraced and thus...they know much more than they must." "Whatever that means?" "That means..." the man stepped closer. "You know the Devil more than anyone else."

The story revolves arround the pain and sufferings of the brothers.... Armaan had denied the existence of Aransh.. WHY?? To know the reason you need to Peep in... This book is the continuation of Book SAAZISH.. so to understand this you need to read that book

Vikram, a 36 year old police officer known for his sharp mind and unshakable discipline, has spent years living alone, buried in duty and danger. His life is predictable-early mornings, long shifts, crime scenes, and a silent home waiting at the end of the day. Everything changes when his sister requests a favour that he cannot refuse. Her daughter, Kalyani Raj, a 21-year-old graduate searching for opportunities in the city, must stay with him for a few months. What begins as a temporary stay soon becomes a journey of two lives intertwining-unexpectedly, intensely, and permanently. Whether their bond turns into love or remains an emotional connection...

Story of a Homeless biker and a Strange Boy

When home finally feels like home, and their Hasret of togetherness is complete... yet the shiddat, the intensity, the pain of everything that follows, still lingers, waiting quietly to write its own story. Join the Oberoi brothers again, as they once again find their way back to each other, before everything falls into place-or before there's nothing left for them.

Arnav Singhania, a ruthless businessman for world and a complete family man. Besides all, he was a man of principles and didn't spare anyone who tried to lay a finger on his family. With three younger siblings and his beautiful wife, there was nothing more that Arnav wanted from life. But what happens when the past comes back with a vengeance and rattles the peaceful life of Singhanias? The integrity and humility gets questioned. The bonds are tried and tested. Will the family hold on to their unwavering trust on each other or ger crumbled by the thunderstorm named past? Join in the journey to know whether the family is flourished or perished!

Three brothers who shared nothing but the love they had for each other. A ten year old child who had been abandoned by his own mother. A child who was pushed to the street of darkness and evilness. A child who grew up to be a man whose heart knew nothing but to love. The brothers who held onto each other through all thick and thin. Another child who lost his parents and no longer had a home for himself. There's someone who offers him his company and a roof to live under. But could the person offer him a family and a home that the boy longed for?

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Book 1 GHOST Complete Book 2 TROJAN Ongoing --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Excerpt I got a peace offering. And Ice cream. The message popped up again. His Bhaiyu was making it hard to ignore. Darwaza khol, yaar. Mogambo uth jayenge. Ansh glared at the French windows. Even desperate his Bhaiyu would not quit the name calling. Shall I leave? Ansh did not respond. Okay! Leaving the ice-cream outside. Take it before it melts. Ansh did not respond, but his heart skipped a beat. He wanted to meet his Bhaiyu. He was even a little desperate, but he did not wish to give in so soon. So, he counted until 100 and then slowly made his way outside. Iris hopped down from the bed and followed behind him. Ansh opened the doors with a big heart only to find a basket filled with dumb yellow smile squishes and a big tub of ice-cream in between. A few CD's were tucked into the basket almost as an afterthought. The game CD's that Ansh wanted. Ansh glared at the basket. "Do minute nahi rukh saktey they kya?" He muttered under his breath. "You made me wait 17 minutes, kidoo" A voice whispered in his ears. Ansh almost screamed but Nirbhay's palm closed around his mouth before any sound could slip. Ansh's heart thudded in his chest. His Bahiyu had almost given him a heart attack. Nirabhay grabbed the basket and slipped inside with Ansh, and shut the door behind him.

"𝑱𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒊 𝒉𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒉𝒊, 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒑𝒔𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒂𝒚𝒊𝒏, 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒊𝒃𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒕𝒐 𝒑𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒈𝒊." ⋆.˚✮🎧✮˚.⋆ You can run away from a normal man- but can you run from the owner? The lunatic. The public threat of Uttar Pradesh. She returned to her home town with a hope to have peace- But she was handed straight to the devil. Hate and annoyance planted the seed- of obsession, of control, over a girl who had never been allowed to heal. A marriage she never asked for. A life she wasn't ready for. But now that it's hers- will she run from it? Or turn it around, on her own terms? ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐ MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION © All Rights Reserved

#Top 1 in India ( 29,30,31/07/2025)(1,2,3/08/25) #Top 2 in India #Top 9 in India #Top 3 in india #Top 6 in India [ 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗮𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲! ] __________ ☆𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐚 𝐗 𝐘𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭☆ _________ ✿What will happen when a newly wedded bride shivanya sitting alone in his newly wedded husband room and waiting for him but he doesn't come and she will meet him after 5 months of her wedding✿ Yaksh Shekhawat: With very anger and cold personality. Who is king of Aryagarh, known as Rana sa. CEO of shekhawat industries. Full of tragedic mystery. Anger is such that people's hands and legs start trembling. Even his calm gaze showers embers. He has very high anger issues which only his family members know about except Shivanya. He becomes a demon in anger whom no one has been able to calm him . Will Shivanya be able to live with him? Shivanya yaksh shekhawat : She was like a ice, medicine and cure nature for him. She is goddess of beauty. She is Rani sa or queen of Aryagarh. She had a bad past that was cause of her fear , running from her past but never cured from it. °°Glimpses°° His eyes fall on her parted red lips. She closed her eyes when his breath hits on her lips. She feels hot. Her surroundings give her warm sensation in her all body .But he leaned towards her ear, he blows air making to side the hair straind which plays on her cheeks. She clutch lightly his kurta. His hands caresses her waist by making different patterns makes her lost. She takes a deep breath. " gorgeous.." he huskily whispered near her ears making her tightly gripped on his kurta. He lightly placed his lips on her earlobs. A wave of sensation ran down to her spine. Her cheeks getting more warmed. She hurriedly moved from his hold and going to turn when he stops her by holding her wrist. " Rukiye .." he said.