She liked him. Quietly....deeply...in the kind of way that never asked to be seen. But he never saw her. Not as a crush. Not as a friend. Not even as someone worth understanding. He wasn't cruel. He wasn't confused. He just... never chose her. And still, she stayed. At first, it was small-just a fleeting feeling. But with time, it grew into something consuming... something that lived in every glance she stole, every message she waited for, every silence he left behind. She fell first. And then she fell harder. Until loving him became a habit she didn't know how to stop. Until one day- she did. Not all at once. Not in a dramatic goodbye. But slowly... piece by piece... she took her heart back. Or at least, that's what it looked like. Because now- she doesn't react. She doesn't wait. She doesn't care. Or maybe... she just pretends she doesn't. To him, she was just someone annoying. Someone easy to ignore. Someone who never mattered. But fate has a way of returning what was once overlooked. Because when they meet again- when her eyes no longer search for him- He notices. He pauses. He wonders. He feels. And this time... he falls. Harder than she ever did. Not slowly. Not carefully. But in the kind of way that ruins sleep and steals breath. While she- just watches, as if she feels nothing at all. 🏆 Ranked #1 in Crush 🏆 Ranked #1 in OneSidedLove 🏆 Ranked #1 in Reunion ~ a story that started with silence... and stayed. ❤️

🖤 Hridaan Deora & Advita Goenka 🖤 In a country that worships power, the Deoras are not spoken of- they are remembered. Old money. Old influence. A legacy that doesn't rise... it endures. Their name doesn't make headlines. It decides them. At the center of it all stands Hridaan Deora- the heir who never needed a crown to rule. Measured. Untouchable. Raised in a house where silence is taught before speech, and truths are buried deeper than loyalty. Nothing enters the Deora world without permission. Nothing stays without purpose. Until her. Advita Goenka. She doesn't arrive with noise. She doesn't ask for space. And yet- doors open. Rooms shift. And something long undisturbed... stirs. The Deora house has always been a place of order. Of control. Of carefully preserved history. But some legacies don't stay buried. They echo. In unanswered questions. In closed rooms. In names that are never spoken aloud. And for the first time in years- Hridaan begins to look closer. Not at the world. At his own home. Because something about her presence feels less like coincidence... and more like consequence. And in a family where everything is controlled, the most dangerous thing isn't power. It's what survives it. In Deora family, nothing is ever accidental. Not the alliances. Not the distance. Not even the affection. And certainly not the secrets. Some are inherited. Some are protected. And some... are buried so well, even the truth forgets where to find them.

"I hate to think about the sweet boy, who used to take care of me and make me laugh, and now watch the bully he turned to be...." Scarlet Sandler, 17 year old girl, from Washington, used to have a normal life, a lot of friends and one best childhood friend who turned into her biggest enemy.... Lyle Henderson, 17 year old boy, the most popular in his school, used to be Scarlet's best friend, until something in him changed, and made him hate Scarlet so bad, that he has to make her life miserable. after years of being enemies, scarlet decided to put an end to her suffering. will that make Lyle to finally leave her alone?......

"Sshhh... wait a second." He grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him. "What?" I snapped. "Your eyes... when did they become so... beautiful?" he slurred, staring like I'd sprouted stars overnight. "Go home, you drunkard!" I shoved at him, trying to break free. He ignored me, gripping my chin tighter, stepping close. "And your nose... it used to look worse than a clown's. Why does it look... different?" His finger traced the tip. "Veer! Did you even notice? I got plastic surgery this morning!" I forced a fake smile and stomped hard on his foot. He yelped and stumbled back, but before I could walk away, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me toward him. "Why do your lips... look so good today?" His gaze locked on mine. "Go inside, or I'll shove you off this corridor myself and tell everyone you slipped because you're drunk!" I wrenched my wrist free. "Maybe it's the saree... or maybe I just had a little too much," he said, voice low, eyes still on my lips. "Fuck off!" I snapped, my patience gone. He tilted his head, a smirk creeping onto his face, hair falling over his forehead. "We hate each other... don't we?" "Yes! You asshole!" I yelled, turning to slide the key into my door. "Good! Just wanted to confirm... Oh, and Yams?" His voice followed me as I slammed the door. I froze, keys trembling in my hand. "You'll love the blow I have planned for you tomorrow." My stomach sank. I already knew it wasn't going to be good. Shit. He's definitely up to something wicked. Fucking Veer. *** Veer of Apt 302 and Yamini of Apt 303. Everyone in Sahaja Residency knows this combo. They hate each other. They thrive on getting under each other's skin. Since when? Since the day they met. What do they do? Endless pranks. Relentless revenge. Daily chaos. But what happens when the universe decides to mess with them? They say the line between hate and love is dangerously thin... The question is-where exactly is that line, and who's going to cross it first?

Anamika Pradhan, a former criminal lawyer turned political wife, has learned how to disappear gracefully-running a women's NGO, raising two children, and protecting her husband's rising political career in Mumbai. When a public scandal exposes his infidelity, her carefully maintained silence becomes a liability. Forced into the glare of media and power politics, Anamika must decide whether to continue playing the "good wife" or reclaim the legal mind she once buried-and the truth she's no longer willing to defend for someone else.

Our marriage was arranged. So was our divorce. I obeyed my parents. He obeyed his. At 25, I'm a divorcée. A single mom to a three-year-old. At 30, he's a divorcé. A weekend father. Bravo. ------------------------------------------ WARNING: Mature Language.

"You." her heart starts beating in ribcage like she had run a marathon, tounge were tied ,throat feels like desert like dry , mouth lost saliva ,pupils were dilated, toes are curling inwards ,palms were sweating ,loosing it's warmth & turning cold.A drop of warm salty liquid travel from her forhead to cheek. " What are you doing here ?" "I came to take you to the home." He said very calmly. "I am not going anywhere. My home is here where I am today , and I won't go anywhere . That home ,that chapter is closed long ago ,I won't let you open it again, " she mustered courage to stand up against him .She won't let him destroy what she has weaved with patience, hard work, and resilience. "That chapter is open ended, it will close when I wish ,how I wish . You are coming back with me, Smita, and I'll make sure to remind each and every detail of that chapter. " his words have finality as if he had sealed her future once again.His six feet tall figure towered to intimidate her, but she won't give in to his demands. "I won't go with you ,do whatever you want, but I won't go with you, Akshay.Never again,"she folds her hand near her below her breast, ready to fight tooth and nail to protect her little heaven. Abandoned wife is a raw , atmospheric love story set between the chaos of stardom and the stillness of mountain air. A tale of power, redemption, trauma, and the aching question: What happens when a man is loved only when he conquers-and a woman only when she yields

Book-2, It's in series. 18+, Mature, do not read if you are not comfortable. Characters are morally grey. The male lead and female lead both are toxic in their on way. Do not judge. If you don't like a single thing in this book, please don't read further but don't stress me with your bitter comments. I welcome criticism but in a positive respectful manner, I will not tolerate disrespect personally towards me. And if you like the book please read further and comment, can advise me also on my mistakes. I am here to improve my self, so you are the audience and your feedback matters the most, just below my self respect. He had everything in his life, a person could ever desire. From a friendly and loving parent to brother like freind to a dream job. He liked his life that way, completely under his control from the childhood, whatever he desired in his life he hot them full filled one way or another. From school's silly compitition to achieving a seat in a prestigious medical college. From kissing the most beautiful girl in the school to breaking the heart of front page model. No one can match his obsession, from winning in the underground fight club to solving most problematic cardiac problem. He never thought his life will take one unwanted , bitter turn from his controlled, desirable , everything perfect life. And no one can match her obsession with him. From the day she understood desire, she desired only him. She mapped the way he talks, walks, speak, eat, drink or even breath. She had done everything to make him her. From childhood wishes from shooting star, teenage solah somvar, to black magic. She had never thought one day her all wishes from childhood to adulthood will become true but the price she won't be able to .

• exotic tea series - book one • where vibino and john decide to drink their matcha latte together. © Suganthi Lakshminarayanan 2026

Smriti was seventeen - the age of crushes, late-night calls, silly butterflies, and secret love stories whispered in classrooms. Her classmates had boyfriends, heartbreaks, drama. And her? She had rules. Restrictions. And two overprotective bodyguards. Pretty, popular, and confessed to more times than she could count, proposals followed her everywhere. But before any "I like you" could even reach her, the boys were already rejected - not by her, but by her overprotective brother and his equally terrifying best friend. Atharv. Her senior. Her brother's shadow. Her personal villain. For him, she was just his best friend's sister - a responsibility, someone he had to protect from every "bad guy" in her teenage life. And for her, he was the reason her love life didn't even exist. The walking, talking security system she hated the most. She hated him. He tolerated her. But little did they know when that hate, that simple responsibility, and that "best friend's sister" tag would turn into something else... something neither of them expected, something they could never run from, something that slowly tied their lives together. Because sometimes the boy who ruins every love story... becomes yours.