The rain lashed against the clay walls of the haveli, thunder roaring like a beast in the distance. Lightning cut through the dark sky, illuminating the courtyard where Prithvi Raj Chauhan stood—drenched, fierce, unyielding. His breath came heavy, his kurta soaked and clinging to his frame, but his eyes... they burned with something far more dangerous than the storm.

Across from him, under the arched verandah, stood Ishika Rai.

Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, jaw clenched, heart pounding so loud she could barely hear the storm. She had come to say goodbye. The city had called her back. This village, with its ancient rules and complicated emotions, had no place in her life.

Except—he did.

"You think you can just walk away?" Prithvi's voice was hoarse, raw. "As if you didn't change everything, Ishika."

She looked away, fighting the ache in her chest. "This was never meant to last. You and I... we're too different. You belong to this village. I belong to another world."

He stepped forward, water dripping from his hands, his eyes never leaving hers. "I don't care where you belong. I only know where I belong—with you."

Her breath caught. He had never said those words before. Never allowed himself to.

"I tried to fight it," he continued, voice cracking, "tried to hate you for how you challenged me, questioned everything I stood for. But Ishika... you didn't break me. You freed me. You made me feel—made me want."

He paused, and the storm softened as if to listen.

"I love you," he said simply. "Not as a man who rules a village. Not as someone you're expected to love back. I love you as a man whose heart only beats in your presence. I love you with every part of me I never thought existed."

Tears rolled down Ishika's cheeks now, mingling with the rain. She took a step forward, then another, until she was standing in the rain with him—shivering, soaked, and undone.

"I was terrified," she whispered. "Terrified of losing myself to someone like you. But I already have... and I don't want it back."

And then—no more words. Just his arms around her, her fingers clutching his shirt, and their lips meeting with a desperation only storm-tossed hearts could understand.

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SNOWBOUND HEARTS

They said the mountains never forget. Beneath the blanket of snow that cloaked Himachal’s winding roads and whispered through pine forests, stories lay buried — some beautiful, some bitter. In the ancient halls of forgotten royalty and within the walls of government offices, the winds carried rumors of power, betrayal, and pride. It was in the heart of these icy highlands, where nature bowed only to those who dared challenge it, that two storms prepared to collide. She came wrapped not in silk or submission, but in authority — a woman in uniform, spine straight with steel, eyes that saw through lies, and a heart that beat for justice. Ira Saxena — the youngest IAS officer to take over a district tangled in tourism, crime, and politics. Fierce. Principled. Untouched by fear. He stood high above the valley, where palaces touched the clouds and arrogance flowed thicker than blood. A prince not of fairy tales, but of legacy — cold, unyielding, and bitter. Raghav Singh Thakur — the heir to Himachal’s royal bloodline, now a powerful man who trusted no one, especially not women. To him, they were distractions, gold-diggers, opportunists in painted smiles. But when fire meets frost, something must give. And so, as the first snow of winter fell, two fates were set on a path destined to clash — not in war, but in something more dangerous. Love. Not the gentle kind. But the kind that burns through layers of hatred, ego, and old wounds. The kind that changes everything.

HEART THAT WAITED ALONE

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?

ADDICTED TO HER

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.

UNTILL I RUINED HER

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.

HIS SALVATION

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.

BENEATH THE VEIL

Aaryan Mehra, a brilliant and ruthless billionaire hotel tycoon, has spent his life building an empire far away from the chaos that destroyed his childhood. Haunted by the brutal murder of his father at the hands of the mafia, he’s vowed never to let that darkness touch him again. Until he meets Alina Moretti—an enchanting, soft-spoken woman with eyes full of innocence and a soul that feels like peace. Their connection is instant, undeniable. For the first time in years, Aaryan lets someone into his guarded heart. But Alina carries a secret too dangerous to confess. She is the beloved daughter of one of Italy’s most feared mafia bosses. Protected from the family’s business all her life, Alina lives in a bubble of love and privilege, far from the bloodshed her family is known for. And when she falls for Aaryan, she chooses silence—desperate to keep him and their fragile love intact. Until the truth explodes. When Aaryan discovers Alina’s true identity, the betrayal cuts deeper than any wound he’s ever known. The woman he loves is tied to the world he despises most. Trust is shattered. Their love is torn between the sins of the past and the hope of a future. Can love survive when everything it’s built on crumbles? Or are some truths too dark to forgive?

HIS PUPPET, HER CURSE

Marina Elric was not born to be a puppet—but somewhere along the way, she became one. An ambitious, fiercely talented actress from a forgotten coastal town, Marina’s entire life had been a series of auditions—for approval, for love, for survival. When she landed a lead role in an avant-garde production at the prestigious Eclipse Theater, it should’ve been her breakthrough. Instead, it was her unraveling. Because the man behind the script—the revered and feared director Dominic Vale—was no ordinary artist. He was a master of control. A sculptor of minds. A man with an obsession for creating beauty out of chaos, no matter the cost. Dominic saw something in Marina that others didn’t: fragility masked as fire. And he wanted it—her—on his stage, in his hands, under his direction. Not just to perform, but to become the role he had written. A role that bled into reality. A performance that never ended. To the world, Dominic was a visionary genius. To Marina, he was the man who pulled her strings… and tied them around her throat. What started as art became imprisonment. What was meant to be a performance turned into possession. And in this game of illusion and obsession, the question was no longer who Marina really was—but whether she’d survive the version he needed her to become. Because in Dominic’s theater, the spotlight burns. And love is just another scene… scripted in madness.

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