Three days since the board meeting.
Three days of careful silence between them.
To become independent while studying also to support animals as I have immense love for them 2% of the income will be contributed towards animal welfare.
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Nitya Vats fell in love with the wrong man at the wrong time. Kabir Mehta was supposed to be casual—a charming cricketer she met on a dating app, someone to pass time with between his practice sessions and her NGO work. But Nitya's heart didn't get the memo. She fell hard while he kept things light. Then she got pregnant. Forced into marriage by family and circumstance, Kabir makes one thing brutally clear: he didn't choose this. He believes Nitya trapped him, destroyed his shot at cricketing glory, and stole his freedom. And he's going to make her pay for it. Cold silences. Cruel words. Late nights reeking of perfume. Kabir's resentment poisons everything, turning their home into a battlefield where Nitya fights alone—pregnant, isolated, clinging to a love he's determined to kill. She endures because she loves him. Because she's carrying his child. Because somewhere under his cruelty, she believes the man she fell for still exists. But even love has limits. And Nitya is running out of reasons to stay in a marriage built on blame, resentment, and a baby neither of them planned. Can Kabir see the truth before he destroys them both? Or will his bitterness cost him the only person who ever loved him for who he really was?
Naina loved Veer Malhotra the way only a girl with no business loving him could — quietly, completely, and alone. He found out. He was disgusted. She left. That was six years ago. Now Veer walks into a corporate event, a board meeting, a party — and she is there. Not waiting for him. Not looking for him. Just existing in a room like she owns the air in it. Successful. Unreachable. Unbothered. She glances at him once — the way you glance at a stranger — and looks away. He stands there and feels something crack open in his chest. She didn't come back to his world. He stumbled into hers. And she has built it so completely without him that there isn't even a shadow of his memory in it. He had her love and called it beneath him. Now he can't sleep. Can't stop thinking. Can't understand why the one woman who has absolutely no interest in him is the only one he wants. She stopped needing him years ago. He's only just realising he needed her all along.
Mikhail Sokolov * Ishani Rao The first time Mikhail Sokolov saw Ishani Rao, she was standing in the middle of a crumbling godown, the flickering light from a naked bulb casting shadows over her rain-soaked saree. Her chin was lifted in defiance, eyes locked on the men who surrounded her, even though every one of them carried a gun. She was trembling—not from fear, he realized, but from fury. “Tell your boss,” she said, her voice sharp and unyielding, “if he wants my land, he can come and take it himself.” From the shadows, Mikhail stepped forward. The scent of spice and damp earth clung to the air, mixing with the metallic tang of danger. She didn’t know him yet, didn’t know his name or the weight it carried in the underworld. But she would. Soon, she would know his voice in the dark, his shadow in the doorway, the cold steel of his protection—and his claim. He wasn’t here for her. Not that night. He had come to India for business, to help his old ally Raaz tighten the noose around a rival smuggling ring. But from the moment her eyes met his, she became something else entirely. A complication. A temptation. A challenge he couldn’t walk away from. Mikhail didn’t believe in love—had seen too many men destroyed by it. To him, emotions were liabilities, and people were assets or threats. Ishani was both. And in his world, you didn’t let go of either. He decided, right then and there, that she would belong to him. Whether she agreed or not was irrelevant. Because Mikhail Sokolov was not a man who asked. He took. And Ishani Rao had no idea she had just stepped into the arms of the devil himself.
She was his weakness. He was her nightmare. Aanya Verma is a quiet, soft-spoken girl from a small town who moves to the city for college. With dreams of becoming a teacher and making her late mother proud, she keeps her head down and avoids trouble. Rafael "Raaz" Singh is the ruthless, feared leader of the Black Viper Syndicate. Cold, calculated, and dangerously charming, he has built his empire on blood, fear, and loyalty. Somewhere in the chaotic heart of Mumbai… The rain poured relentlessly, blurring the neon lights and drowning the sound of a city that never truly slept. People rushed by, umbrellas clashing, shoes splashing in muddy puddles. No one noticed the black SUV parked in the alley. No one dared. Inside, Raaz was bleeding. His vision blurred as he gritted his teeth, pressing a trembling hand to the gunshot wound in his side. It wasn’t supposed to go down like this. The deal was secure, the traitor already buried—or so he thought. But someone had known. Someone had planned. He staggered out of the vehicle, trying to disappear into the narrow street before the next wave of attackers came. His footsteps echoed as he leaned against a wall, strength fading, pulse slowing. And that’s when he saw her. She didn’t belong in that part of the city—wide eyes, drenched salwar-kameez clinging to her frame, books held tight to her chest as she ran toward the bus stop. She paused as her gaze met his, hesitated… and then, against all logic, walked to him. "You’re hurt," she whispered. Raaz tried to growl out a warning, but the pain silenced him. He was losing too much blood. Without asking, she slipped beneath his arm, supporting him. “There's a clinic near the station. You won’t make it unless someone helps you.” He wanted to snap at her—to push her away, threaten her, anything. But she moved fast and spoke even faster, like fear and kindness were fused in her veins. She called a rickshaw, talked the driver into taking them with a story about a drunk uncle, and wrapped her dupatta around his wound to slow the bleeding. In fifteen minutes, she dropped him at the clinic door and vanished into the crowd. No name. No number. No idea who she had just saved. But Raaz never forgot. Not the softness of her voice. Not the determination in her eyes. Not the warmth of her hands soaked in his blood. He survived that night. And the only thought that haunted him afterward wasn’t vengeance—it was her. The girl who saved a monster. And now, he would find her. At any cost.
Sequel to Just A Charity Case
After the heartbreaking loss of her husband, Dr. Meera Kapoor is drowning in silence and sorrow. Hoping to escape the memories that haunt her, she moves to her cousin’s opulent home in Thailand—a place where she can finally breathe, reflect, and begin to rebuild. What she doesn’t expect is to catch the eye of a man who turns her world upside down in an instant. Kiaan Singhania—enigmatic, irresistibly handsome, and one of Southeast Asia’s most elusive billionaires—is a man who commands attention the moment he enters a room. The moment he sees Meera, he’s obsessed. Her elegance, her vulnerability, the strength she tries to hide—it awakens something possessive inside him. And Kiaan Rathore doesn’t believe in waiting. But Meera isn’t ready to be anyone’s obsession. Especially not his. With a heart still in pieces and a mind wary of his relentless charm, she resists. But Kiaan is used to breaking rules—and barriers. He’ll stop at nothing to make her his. Not even if it means forcing his way into every corner of her carefully guarded life. In a foreign land where passion ignites and danger lurks beneath the surface, can Meera resist a man who would go to any lengths to claim her? Or will she surrender to a love that threatens to consume her whole? A dark, emotional romance of healing, obsession, and the magnetic pull of fate.
When fiercely independent college student Ishika Rai is torn from her glittering Delhi life by a family emergency, she finds herself trapped in a remote Rajasthani village that feels like stepping back in time. No WiFi. No freedom. No escape. Prithvi Raj Chauhan—the village head whose word is law. Respected by some, feared by all. His anger burns like desert fire, his dominance absolute. He sees Ishika as everything wrong with the modern world: defiant, disrespectful, dangerous to his carefully guarded traditions. She sees him as everything she's fought against: controlling, suffocating, determined to break her spirit. Their first meeting ignites a war. Every conversation becomes a battlefield. Every glance a challenge. He demands submission; she gives rebellion. He tries to silence her; she roars louder. The village watches in shock as their untouchable leader meets the one person who refuses to bow. But beneath Prithvi's rage lies a man haunted by secrets that made him this way. Behind Ishika's defiance beats a heart that's never met its match. As desert nights burn with their explosive confrontations, something darker and more dangerous than anger begins to consume them both. Desire. In a place where tradition rules and outsiders don't survive, two forces of nature are about to discover that sometimes the person who challenges you most is the one you can't live without. Can a woman who bows to no one love a man whose anger could destroy worlds? Can a king of tradition surrender his crown to a queen who refuses to be tamed? Some fires burn everything. Others forge unbreakable bonds.
Vedika Sharma has spent her entire life standing on the right side of the law. As one of the youngest advocates in the city’s history to take down criminal empires, her reputation for fearlessness is unshakable — until she crosses Abhimaan Rathore. A ruthless businessman with blood on his hands and secrets buried deeper than the graves he’s ordered, Abhimaan is used to getting everything he wants — and now, he wants her. When Vedika’s investigation threatens to dismantle his empire, Abhimaan traps her in a dangerous game of power, blackmail, and obsession. Bound by forced agreements and a chemistry neither can deny, Vedika finds herself torn between hatred and a dark, consuming attraction she cannot fully explain — or escape. As lines blur and trust shatters, Vedika must fight not just for justice — but for her own soul. Because loving a monster has consequences. And surviving him… might be impossible.
Pihu Dubey grew up in the quiet shadows of her father's world - a world where loyalty, old friendships, and family ties mattered more than dreams. The jewel in this world was Akash Randhawa, the son of her father's best friend - dazzlingly handsome, brilliantly successful, and heir to a multi-billion-dollar empire. For as long as she could remember, Akash had been the silent, distant star she had built her world around. But Akash had dreams sculpted by power and prestige. In his polished life of glittering parties and impossible standards, there was no room for the simple, steadfast girl who loved him from afar. To him, Pihu was nothing more than the "little sister" from family gatherings - kind, invisible, and entirely unlike the women he pursued. As Pihu blossoms into a woman, her heart remains shackled to a hope that Akash might one day see her - really see her. She battles silent heartbreaks, moments of cruel indifference, and the slow ache of watching him love others while never even glancing her way. "The Heart That Waited Alone" is a tender, aching journey through unspoken love, the agony of waiting, and the silent courage it takes to love someone who may never love you back. Will Pihu's silent devotion ever find its echo - or will her heart remain a lone flame in a world too bright to notice her gentle light?
Aarav Oberoi never made mistakes. At least, that's what he told himself. The sleek glass walls of Oberoi Enterprises gleamed under the harsh office lights, but inside the penthouse suite, the air felt thick - with tension, suspicion, and something darker. A confidential project, years in the making, had just been compromised. Millions lost. Trust shattered. And all fingers pointed to one person. Ruhi Sharma. His assistant. The one who had been with him through late nights and endless board meetings. The one he never thought could betray him. But the files had leaked. And in Aarav's eyes, betrayal was betrayal - no matter who wore the mask. He didn't pause to ask questions. He didn't look for proof. Because in the ruthless game of business, weakness was a luxury he couldn't afford. His decision was swift, brutal. He ruined her. Her career. Her reputation. Her future. Now, as the city lights flickered below his office window, Aarav felt a strange weight - not of triumph, but of something far heavier. Regret. Because the real traitor was still out there. And the woman he destroyed was innocent.
Pihu Dubey grew up in the quiet shadows of her father’s world — a world where loyalty, old friendships, and family ties mattered more than dreams. The jewel in this world was Akash Randhawa, the son of her father’s best friend — dazzlingly handsome, brilliantly successful, and heir to a multi-billion-dollar empire. For as long as she could remember, Akash had been the silent, distant star she had built her world around. But Akash had dreams sculpted by power and prestige. In his polished life of glittering parties and impossible standards, there was no room for the simple, steadfast girl who loved him from afar. To him, Pihu was nothing more than the “little sister” from family gatherings — kind, invisible, and entirely unlike the women he pursued. As Pihu blossoms into a woman, her heart remains shackled to a hope that Akash might one day see her — really see her. She battles silent heartbreaks, moments of cruel indifference, and the slow ache of watching him love others while never even glancing her way. “The Heart That Waited Alone” is a tender, aching journey through unspoken love, the agony of waiting, and the silent courage it takes to love someone who may never love you back. Will Pihu’s silent devotion ever find its echo — or will her heart remain a lone flame in a world too bright to notice her gentle light?
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