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"𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞, 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐡."

He burns the world for her ,she walks through it untouched

When a series of murders occur within the media team of the local football club, Kashti finds herself in the crosshairs of the killer. Kashti must race against time to uncover the true identity of the killer and clear her name, all while battling her growing feelings and the realization that the killer may be someone she knows. Love and justice collide. Will Kashti expose the killer before they strike again, or become the next victim in this twisted game?

Mahira Sharma was no victim. She was a phoenix, forged in the fires of ambition and now, vengeance. The drug bust that had landed Ansh behind bars, his reputation shattered, his future a bleak expanse of concrete walls, was a masterpiece of her own design. A quiet, surgical strike, executed with the same precision she applied to her most complex business deals. Justice, she had learned, was a dish best served cold, and with a side of irreversible ruin. Yet, even with Ansh neutralized, the embers of disaster still glowed. His reckless actions had left her company vulnerable, a wounded gazelle in a savanna teeming with lions. And the largest, most formidable lion of them all was Yashwardhan Chauhan. His name was synonymous with ruthless acquisition, his conglomerate, 'RP Enterprises,' a shadow that loomed perpetually over her own. He was her antithesis, her equal, and her most dangerous rival. Mahira, her voice a silken whip, had laid out the terms. She held the leverage, a secret that could unravel Yashwardhan's carefully crafted public image, a weakness he couldn't afford to expose. The price for her silence, for the survival of her company was a ring on her finger and a shared surname. A marriage, not of love or even convenience, but of calculated survival.

Before the story begins, something breaks. A girl in a torn wedding dress. A man who searched 11 days to find her. A rescue that comes one second too late. This isn't a love story born from softness - it starts in blood, smoke, and a bullet that changes everything. If you're here for gentle heroes, turn back now. But if you want obsession, danger, and love that claws its way out of darkness-you're in the right place. Welcome to the world of 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫

*:..｡o○ ~ BOOK 1 Of The Hate Chain... ✯ 𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐕 𝐑𝐎𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐌𝐔𝐊𝐇 The cold-heartless, the only successor of Desmukh Cooperation. He is rude and merciless in killing as he is the leader of mafia ruling over the throne of his Grandfather. He is flawless with a captivating chilling figure and held a azure blue ice-cold eyes that could freeze steel. His face, sculpted with an air of authority, was framed by a stern expression & holds unyielding power. No one dares to speak in front of him or cut him off but he have a sweet & caring side only for his loved one ~ HIS FAMILY... ✯ 𝐒𝐀𝐀𝐘𝐑𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐓 A girl who left her family and everything at the age of 12 years and started her new life with her Aunt & with a new identity. She is intelligent & courageous and now she is about to 18, she is going to join university. She is the girl whose past tragedies have hardened her exterior. She holds duality of expressions as she expresses intense emotions alongside calmness. She loves flowers very much as her Aunt is a florist. She knows every little thing about flowers & helps her Aunt. She is a female video game enthusiast and have a secret passion of hacking. Saayra has a friend named Aaniya who helps & support her a lot and Saayra considers her as her crime - partner. Not only Aaniya but her family and the love & care she get from her Aunt helps her to overcome her past and made her live her life normally.......but something never changed. "𝑯𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒖𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒖𝒔 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆." ╰┈➤𝙰𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚁𝚅 𝚁𝙾𝚈 𝙳𝙴𝚂𝙼𝚄𝙺𝙷 "𝑭𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒆𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐... 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍, 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆

I feel nothing for you. Absolutely nothing!" "Is that so?" His tone was amused, which only irritated me more. "Yep. Nothing" He took one step towards me with a smirk on his face. I swallowed, refusing to back up. He laughed at my discomfort. "Relax princess, I am not going to jump on you." That relieved me somewhat, until he added, "not until you ask me to anyway." ---------------------- She was silk - soft, fragile, and meant to be cherished. He was saffron - fierce, sacred, and untouchable. But when fate tangled their worlds, softness met fire... and neither came out unscathed. Meera, a quiet girl from Banaras, lives a life woven with duty and dreams she never dared to speak aloud. Her world smells of incense, colors, and prayers - until the day Rudra Singh Rathore, the ruthless heir of a royal lineage, enters her life like a storm. He is the man who commands with silence, whose eyes hold both sin and sanctity. She is the woman who defies him, even when her heart trembles. When saffron stains silk, it doesn't wash away easily. Between power and surrender, love and ruin, begins a story where devotion tastes like destruction... and every touch feels like a vow written in fire. In the land where traditions are worshiped and hearts are forbidden to choose - He was her sin, and she became his salvation. ︵‿︵‿୨♡୧‿︵‿︵ I'm not really good at writing descriptions... but I promise you, this story is worth your time. It's dark, intense, and filled with emotions that burn slow and deep. Give The Saffron and the Silk a try - because Meera and Rudra's story isn't about love that heals... it's about love that consumes. Starting: 26 October 2025 Ending: ...............................

KALANK "Not every love story deserves a happy ending. Some deserve justice." She was light - graceful, disciplined, untouchable. He was darkness - dangerous, relentless, born for revenge. When their worlds collide, rules shatter, hearts burn, and the line between love and sin begins to fade. Because sometimes, fate doesn't unite souls. It ruins them - beautifully.

A dark, intense love story of a dominant husband and his sensitive, bratty wife-where control meets surrender, and love blurs the line between passion and possession.