"I want a divorce, Evyavaan." "What did you say?" he growled. "I want you to divorce me, Evyavaan," she repeated, though her resolve faltered. "I dare you," he said through gritted teeth. "Say that again." "There is no divorce happening, darling." he said, eyes raging. "You think you get to decide this alone?" He seethed. "From the very first day, I have been nothing but patient with you. But it seems like you mistook my patience for weakness." Anvika Khanna, the only daughter of the Khanna family, had everything. Protected by three overprotective brothers, her life was nothing short of a fairytale. She was living her dream until a single incident flipped her entire world upside down. Writing became her escape. Under a pen name, away from her family name and legacy, she created a different world. And then came the marriage. A marriage she used to escape her reality, from the eys on her family, to Evyavaan Malhotra. Evyavaan Malhotra, India's leading business tycoon, carries his family legacy effortlessly. Once the sunshine eldest of the Malhotra family, he is now dominant, intense, and dangerously possessive. He believes that once something is his, letting go is not an option. A marriage bound by obligation and family pressure ties him to her. But now, he is not ready to let her go, when all she wants is to end this marriage. He would burn the world before letting Anvika disappear from his life. What begins as obligation turns into obsession. What was orchestrated as an escape starts feeling like home. And the screams she never voiced begin to echo in ways neither of them expected. The Silent Screams is a dark, slow-burn romance about suppressed trauma, possessive love, and healing that doesn't come gently but fiercely. •~•~•~•~• It's a standalone novel! This book contains content intended for mature audiences. Reader discretion is advised. Copyright © - This story is a work of fiction and belongs to me. Do not copy or repost without pe

{CAN BE READ AS A STANDALONE} Reet Raizaada Her father was known as 'The Rough Jabber' in his time. And now, she dreams to carry on this legacy forward in her own way. It was a dream that seemed very achievable to her because she had seen this world up close since she was 4. Now, at the age of 25, that world is not close to her anymore. Rather, she stands in it, living it. Vaastav Malik No one knows where he comes from or what his lineage is. It is rare for him to step out of his shadows, and the reason behind it must be solid. At the age of 30, he is well equipped, well trained for the purpose he was raised for. His flaws? Many, but that one quality of being loyal to his resolution overshadows the rest. It is a love that is forbidden, an attraction that feels like a sin, a tension that burns even when they are standing miles away. He knew he couldn't fall. It had been decided already. She knew nothing else mattered. It was her and her dream. But what happens when what we know and what we feel begin to contradict?

He buried his heart the day his wife died. Vihaan Sharma - ruthless CEO, feared businessman, single father to 1.5-year-old twins - doesn't believe in love anymore. His world is built on control, power, and the tiny hands of Aarav and Aisha, the only pieces of softness left in his life. He doesn't need a wife. He needs a mother for his children. So when an arranged marriage proposal lands on his desk, he treats it like every other deal in his empire - practical, emotionless, final. No love. No expectations. No place in his heart. But the woman he marries is not what he expects. She is quiet... but not weak. Distant... but not cold. Hidden behind calm eyes that seem to understand grief a little too well. As the toddlers begin to cling to her, as the mansion slowly fills with warmth again, something dangerous begins to shift. Because Vihaan Sharma doesn't know how to love gently. He loves like possession. Like obsession. Like he's terrified of losing again. And when secrets from the past resurface - threatening his children, his empire, and the woman who was never supposed to matter - he will have to choose: Protect his heart. Or risk destroying it again. This was supposed to be a marriage of convenience. But some arrangements don't stay contracts. Some turn into storms. And this time, the storm has her name written all over it. 🖤

She tried to glare, but the effect was ruined by her flushed cheeks. "I spent an hour getting ready-" "And I'll spend the next ten minutes undoing all that hard work," I promised darkly, enjoying how her breath hitched. "By the time we reach the top floor, everyone will know exactly what their boss has been up to." "You wouldn't dare," she whispered, but the spark in her eyes told me she wasn't entirely opposed to the idea. "Wouldn't I?" My thumb traced her lower lip. "Try me, princess. We still have fifteen floors to go..." Her attempt at looking scandalized was adorable. "You're enjoying this far too much." "Baby," I pressed closer, "you have no idea." My thumb traced her jawline. "Ten more floors to go. Want to see how undone I can make you look by then?" "Dev..." she tried again, those doe eyes looking up at me pleadingly. "Think about it... if you mess up my saree now, what will the staff think?" I couldn't help but laugh at her attempt at manipulation. "Nice try, princess." My fingers traced her collarbone. "But watching you try to sweet-talk your way out of this?" I leaned closer, "Only makes me want to mess you up more." "But-" she bit her lip, "I need to look presentable. Professional." Her hands smoothed over my shirt in that innocent way that drove me crazy. "You want them to take your wife seriously, don't you?" "Oh sweetheart," I chuckled darkly, "trust me, they'll take you very seriously. Especially when they see how thoroughly claimed you look. Seven floors to go..." "Dev Singh Rajwansh!" She pushed against my chest, trying to look stern. "This is completely unprofessional-" "Says the woman who's currently gripping my shirt like her life depends on it," My fingers tightened slightly in her hair, tilting her head back to expose her neck, smirking as she immediately loosened her fingers. "Five floors left, baby. Want to try scolding me again?" SAB YAHI PE JAAN LOGE KYA?..........

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 '𝐓𝐨𝐫𝐧' 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ❝𝐈'𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐭.❞ -Shivani Desai ❝𝐉𝐚𝐚𝐧, 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐨𝐫𝐧.❞ -Reyaan Oberoi ～✿～ She is the mastermind of the game, planning every move carefully and placing every piece with precision. Yet, she doesn't realize that the game isn't just running on her skills, but the god of the game himself is on her side. -quietly playing his own game in the shadow of her game. ～✿～ 🎀 TROPES 🎀 Physiotherapist × Business Tycoon Replaced Groom Planned Marriage Obsessed × Devoted Love Possessive Male Lead Manipulative Female Lead Touch her & lose your important hand Mysterious Past Both fell harder [who fell first? That's secret, my Jaan]

𝐕𝐄𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐑𝐀𝐉𝐕𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈- Once a strict and calm professor, Vedant has faced many challenges. Raised without family's love, he built his life on his own. His past is haunted by the loss of his mother, a pain caused by betrayal within his own family. To the world, he's strong and unbreakable, but inside, he carries deep wounds that few can see. "𝘐 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘤𝘤𝘦𝘱𝘵𝘴 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘺𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥" 𝐀𝐍𝐕𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐑-She was his student. quiet, insecure who secretly loved him but kept her feelings hidden. Situations kept them apart. Situations changed her as tough and closed off, refusing to let herself fall in love again. "𝘐 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘮 ,𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘐 𝘸𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦" Will they accept this 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲'𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭..

Maybe Daksh isn't everything they think he is. Maybe he's more, more than what he shows and what he does. Something he left behind for his brother. But not this time. He won't shrink back. He won't hide in the shadows anymore. This time, he'll rise. For her. For his wife and the family they built together.

"Don't fall for me," I warned, my voice low. "Me? In love with you?" she laughed, a mocking sound that cut sharper than any blade. "Oh, you're so delusional, Reyaan. This is a contractual marriage, remember? I will never fall for you-not in a billion years." Her words snapped something inside me-something dark and reckless. And her eyes, those perfect shades of brown, gleamed with a silent challenge. "Not in a billion years, huh?" I echoed, my voice dangerously soft. "Is that a challenge, Brownie?" I took slow, deliberate strides toward her. "Because I never lose one," I whispered against her ear, pinning her against the elevator wall, feeling her sharp intake of breath as I caged her in. JIA NIKITA KHURANA She was broken-ruined until she no longer recognized herself. Once a girl full of sunshine, now a storm. Once dreaming of a Prince Charming, now believing herself utterly unlovable. She had sworn off love, scoffed at the idea of marriage. Until destiny, the master manipulator twisted her life on its cruel axis. Now Jia, the girl who vowed never to marry, finds herself trapped in a marriage she never wanted. And her husband? An arrogant, emotionless, cold-blooded, maddeningly handsome billionaire born with a permanent poker face. REYAAN SHAHVEER He was broken before he even had the chance to be whole. Wounded by those meant to love him. He loathed the idea of love hollow, treacherous, temporary. He swore he'd never let anyone close enough to destroy him. Marriage? Commitment? Love? A joke. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. Now Reyaan, who trusted no one and needed no one, is bound by contract and vows to a girl who screams danger from ten miles away... A danger he knows he should avoid, Yet can't seem to stay away from. *** REYAAN SHAHVEER x JIA NIKITA KHURANA A collision of broken hearts. An arrangement neither wanted. An attraction neither can deny. Tropes: Contractual Arranged Marriage Past Trauma Slow Burn Grumpy x Grumpier

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐦! Jeet Khurana, a 28-year-old stoic-lone billionaire, popularly known as the diamond king amongst the Asian youth, gets hitched to Nitya Malhotra, a 24-year-old successful writer, who secretly loves him from a far. For her 'he' was the definition of love whereas for him, this emotion didn't existed. Amidst such chaos, will their love ever bloom for each other? Will Nitya ever get her complete love story? Or will it just end up being her one sided love? Tune in to witness the journey of Jeet and Nitya, where love is designed on the thorns with a hope that one day it will get its roses. NOTE : This is a work of pure fiction and it solely belongs to me. @copyrights reserved

💔 ECHOS OF HEARTBREAK 💔 ✨HIS REVENGE, HER GUILT ✨ She confessed to a murder she never wanted to commit. He married her to avenge the man he believed she killed. Sriansh Malhotra is feared by the world-a ruthless man who never forgives betrayal. To him, Adhriti Srivastav is nothing more than the woman who destroyed his sister's life. So he cages her. Not out of love. Not out of mercy. But for revenge. Every day in the Malhotra mansion becomes a battle between hatred and survival. Yet beneath Adhriti's silence lies a truth powerful enough to destroy empires. A truth about innocent lives. A truth about Arvind's death. A truth about Vikram Roy-the man hiding behind the mask of perfection. As buried secrets begin to surface, revenge slowly turns into obsession... obsession into guilt... and guilt into a love neither of them ever wanted. But when the truth finally comes out... Will Sriansh save the woman he swore to destroy? Or will his revenge become the greatest regret of his life? A story of revenge, guilt, healing, obsession, family, and a love born from the darkest of truths. *** I was nothing but a living corpse sitting beside him with a tear stained face. He made me hate myself but won't let me die. He tied mangalsutra and filled my partition with vermilion. Priest announced us as husband and wife. I'm a crying mess and scared for my family. He dragged me like a rag doll to his mansion. Pushed into his room, I fell on the floor with force. He sat on the edge of the bed spreading his legs wide and gazing at me with lust and desire accompanied with hate. "Welcome to my personal hell Mrs. Malhotra." His words sent shivers down my spine. I clutched my lehenga out of fear. " It's our first night, don't you think we should do it?" He questioned me sarcastically. "Sri...Sriansh" " Get on your knees. You better know there's no escape to night." He ordered me.