✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

"To the world I was just the Sheltered orphan of the Roy Chowdhury's but to her I was the entire world. I knew it and still chose to hate her." Rudraja Roy Chowdhury, is the haughty, arrogant daughter of Ranjan Roy Chowdhury, the internationally accalaimed thriller novelist and Kuheli Roy Chowdhury, a highly reputable lawyer. She never smiled in her life, not willingly, not until scripted and instructed by her parents. Never liked anyone or anything. She is a perfectly created walking wooden sculpture. Dhritiman Chattopadhyay, they call him Dheer. Calm, collected, intelligent and highly observant. His mind works differently and sees different outcomes in comparison to others. He sees things others ignore. At the age of three he was rescued and sheltered by Niranjan Roy Chowdhury, the retired minister and mathematician. They say Dheer is Niranjan's right hand man, his backup brain at the moments of difficulties. He never expresses his emotions but he smiles politely at everyone, without letting them know what's going on inside his conceited mind. He harbors no extreme feelings except one: his absolute hatred for the girl who genuinely smiled at him at the age of ten, Rudraja. She grew up worshiping him silently, borderline dangerously and he grew up avoiding her like the plague. Some obsessions are soundless, like the silence before the storm but when the wind finally takes momentum, it takes the shape of the most dangerous, most destructive hurricane. Their story is one of those. _____ Note: This is my original work of art, hence all copyrights are reserved. Anything found like this later and I won't hesitate to take actions. Also, the book cover is made by me, so please don't use or copy it without permission. Thanks. Now, happy reading my lovely readers. ❤️

"𝑴𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒌𝒂𝒍𝒊 𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒂 𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝒈𝒐𝒓𝒂 𝑻𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒄𝒉𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒚𝒂 𝒃𝒐𝒍𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒂 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒂" ➽───────────────❥ "Mujhe tumse pyar hogaya hai Sher " I was lying to my father's right hand and his best bodyguard , just for the sake of my freedom . It was all a game for me and he was the only key to my escape . "Sham hogayi hai , chalo tumhe ghar le chalu . Baba sahb intezaar kar rhe honge " He was firm , not even looking me in the eyes and I thought to myself that the last chance to my freedom was at nothing but a dead end . "Kyu Mai achi nahi lagti ? " "Bohot achi lagti ho " My heart began hammering against my chest hearing the confession ,"itni achi ki tumhare liye mai puri duniya mein aag laga sakta hu par uss aag mein tumhe nahi jalne de sakta Shannara " "Kisse bacha rahe ho mujhe ? Mere baap se ?" "Nahi, Apne aap se" Seducing my father's Right hand doesn't end well because he's not just any other man . He's MY FATHER'S SHER . His deadliest weapon . His love for me is uncontrolled, unrestrained and unfortunately I've started a game that was never meant to be escaped . ⚠️ contains mature themes , language and graphic violence !! [ UNEDITED ] ➽───────────────❥ #1 Green flag as of 7/5/2026 #1 election 13/5/2026 #1 Hindi 15/5/2026 #2 bodyguard 13/5/2026 #2 Haryana as of 15/5/2026 #2Mansion as of 13/5/2026 #3 College as of 9/6/2026

[ Political Heir × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

A Mafia Romance | Enemies-to-Lovers | Forced Marriage | She was his enemy's daughter. He was her nightmare in flesh. THE WEDDING IS NOT FOR LOVE. IT'S JUST FOR REVENGE! Once full of laughter, Brinda becomes silent and sad, trapped in a mansion where everyone watches, whispers, and waits for her to fail. Her only solace? The rare kindness from Vivan's brothers and sisters-who begin to see the fire behind her broken smile. As Vivan falls for the very girl he vowed to destroy, Brinda must decide whether she can ever forgive the man who took her freedom.... In a world of blood oaths and bullet scars, can a love born of hatred survive.... #DarkRomance #EnemiesToLovers #TraumaHealing #StrongFemaleLead #PsychologicalThriller #FamilyDrama #IndianFiction #MarriageOfConvenience

I loved her first. She married him anyway. Ten years later, she showed up at my door, broken, betrayed, begging for help to leave the husband who threw her away. She thinks I'm being kind. Helping an old friend. She doesn't know I've been waiting. She never knew how I loved her. Never knew I watched her wedding from the back of the church. Never knew she was the reason I buried my heart so deep even I forgot where. Now she's back. Vulnerable. Trusting. Asking the one man who never stopped wanting her to help her walk away from someone else. This time? I'm not letting her go.

Twenty-four-year-old Kashvi Acharya doesn't want to get married. Especially when she's at the turning point of her career. She wants to work, progress her career and build a life for herself beyond the confines of home and kitchen- unlike the women in her family. Definitely no marriage in her plans right now. Unfortunately, her conservative family didn't get the memo. Now Kashvi finds herself in a dilemma, be the obedient daughter that she always has been and marry the handsome stranger who fascinates and scares her at the same time... or run away to her freedom. Just so you know, latter option comes with a certain jilted groom who might be out for a revenge. ***** Excerpt: "Antarang," I breathed, my voice trembling. "I'm sorry I hurt you." My words shattered the moment. The Rage and hatred in his eyes were back. My heart clenched. His grip on me tightened, almost hurting me and grounding me in a reality I didn't want to face. "Princess," he sneered, his voice dripping with scorn. The once-affectionate pet name now sounded like a curse, and I hated the way it made me feel-ashamed, broken. "Your sorry doesn't mean shit. You made your choice and now it's time to pay for it." Before I could respond, before I could process his words, he released me. My knees buckled slightly, and I pressed against the wall for support, trying to catch my breath. By the time I looked up, Antarang was already gone. *****

"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

For two years now, Zaira has lived under their roof. Not as a burden, not out of obligation. But as family. Her parents trust them, they adore her. She comes from another city to Mumbai for her education, welcomed with warmth, care, and affection into a wealthy household that treats her like their own. All except him. Aarvik Singhania barely speaks to her, barely acknowledges her presence. And when his eyes do find her, they are cold with something that looks dangerously close to anger. She is afraid of him, he rarely speak except it's important and that is what scare most people...his silence, the way he watches without looking and the way the room feels heavier when he's near. What Zaira doesn't know is that his detest is a lie.

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance