The next morning arrived with a deceptively quiet clarity, the harsh sunlight piercing through the towering stained-glass arches of the grand Rajvanshi manor.
Recently I have opened a small shelter for stray dogs and cats. No force to anyone. If anyone are willing to they can help me out. That's all. Thankyou.
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Two brothers. Two stories. One kind of madness—obsession. Armaan Malik and Zoya Khan were once love. Now they are war. He hates women… except the one he can’t stop watching. She hates him… except her heart still reacts before her mind can stop it. And Arhaan Malik? He never lost his love. Kainat Siddiqui is his peace, his weakness, his possession in the gentlest and most dangerous way. She loves him back… which makes their bond even more unstoppable. Because in the Malik world.... love doesn’t heal. It consumes.
He was a man of control—precise, composed, and impossible to read. A professor admired for his brilliance… and feared for reasons no one could quite name. Ira Mishra never intended to stand out. She kept her head down, followed the rules, and believed that some boundaries should never be crossed. Until she crossed his. It starts with a glance she can’t forget. Then a presence she can’t explain. A silence that feels heavier whenever he’s near… as if he’s already decided something she doesn’t know yet. Ishaan Khanna doesn’t chase. He observes. He waits. He chooses. And once he does— he doesn’t let go. Because to him, it was never about love. It was about claiming what was already his. And Ira was never meant to be claimed. ----------------------------------------------------- “He didn’t ask. He decided.” “She was his student. He made her his.” “Some claims aren’t spoken… they’re enforced.”
VARDHAN RAJVANSHI took away NOOR SIDDIQUI'S choice the day he forced her to become his wife. Now she's trapped in a marriage built on power, secrets, and obsession. Because for Vardhan, Noor was never a choice. She was always his. Because obsession doesn't ask for permission. It takes possession. ✨🖤
Two brothers. Two stories. One kind of madness—obsession. Armaan Malik and Zoya Khan were once love. Now they are war. He hates women… except the one he can’t stop watching. She hates him… except her heart still reacts before her mind can stop it. And Arhaan Malik? He never lost his love. Kainat Siddiqui is his peace, his weakness, his possession in the gentlest and most dangerous way. She loves him back… which makes their bond even more unstoppable. Because in the Malik world.... love doesn’t heal. It consumes.
He was a man of control—precise, composed, and impossible to read. A professor admired for his brilliance… and feared for reasons no one could quite name. Ira Mishra never intended to stand out. She kept her head down, followed the rules, and believed that some boundaries should never be crossed. Until she crossed his. It starts with a glance she can’t forget. Then a presence she can’t explain. A silence that feels heavier whenever he’s near… as if he’s already decided something she doesn’t know yet. Ishaan Khanna doesn’t chase. He observes. He waits. He chooses. And once he does— he doesn’t let go. Because to him, it was never about love. It was about claiming what was already his. And Ira was never meant to be claimed. ----------------------------------------------------- “He didn’t ask. He decided.” “She was his student. He made her his.” “Some claims aren’t spoken… they’re enforced.”
Two brothers. Two stories. One kind of madness—obsession. Armaan Malik and Zoya Khan were once love. Now they are war. He hates women… except the one he can’t stop watching. She hates him… except her heart still reacts before her mind can stop it. And Arhaan Malik? He never lost his love. Kainat Siddiqui is his peace, his weakness, his possession in the gentlest and most dangerous way. She loves him back… which makes their bond even more unstoppable. Because in the Malik world.... love doesn’t heal. It consumes.
BRUTALLY MINE Written by: Medusa_wrtz She wrote monsters for a living. She never expected to fall into the hands of one. At just twenty-two, ANIKA THAKUR is a globally bestselling dark romance author living in New York. Born in India but having left years ago, she built an empire with nothing but her words, becoming the woman millions admire and the mystery no one truly knows. Halfway across the world, one man rules an empire built on fear. ALEXANDER MORETTI. Thirty-three. Italian billionaire. Head of a powerful criminal empire. The underworld doesn't dare speak his real name. They call him THE REAPER. He believes in neither destiny nor God. Power is the only truth he's ever known. A business trip to New York was supposed to last three days. Instead, it changes his life forever. The moment his eyes land on Anika, obsession takes root. Then he discovers the unthinkable. To him. "From the moment I saw you..." he whispers, "...you stopped being a stranger, Little Muse." She wants freedom. He wants forever. In a world ruled by blood, betrayal, and impossible choices, one author is about to discover that the darkest love stories aren't written... They're lived.
He is the silent executioner. She is the cold strategist. Together, they are a bloodbath. "She fights for the law. He breaks it like a promise. And somewhere between justice and sin... they fall." "Agastya Singh Rana doesn't lose cases- He buries them. Aahana Kashyap doesn't lose battles- She wins them in court. But this war? It's personal." AGASTYA SINGH RANA doesn't talk. He acts. A man of few words and brutal methods, he serves his justice the way he offers his prayers to Mahadev-with cold, unyielding fire. He doesn't want a partner, and he certainly doesn't want a witness. AAHANA KASHYAP isn't looking for a savior. A devotee of Krishna, she knows that the sharpest weapon isn't a blade-it's the mind. She is icy, calculating, and has spent years building a plan to dismantle her enemies. She doesn't have time for Agastya's brute force, and she has even less patience for his attitude.
He was a man of control—precise, composed, and impossible to read. A professor admired for his brilliance… and feared for reasons no one could quite name. Ira Mishra never intended to stand out. She kept her head down, followed the rules, and believed that some boundaries should never be crossed. Until she crossed his. It starts with a glance she can’t forget. Then a presence she can’t explain. A silence that feels heavier whenever he’s near… as if he’s already decided something she doesn’t know yet. Ishaan Khanna doesn’t chase. He observes. He waits. He chooses. And once he does— he doesn’t let go. Because to him, it was never about love. It was about claiming what was already his. And Ira was never meant to be claimed. ----------------------------------------------------- “He didn’t ask. He decided.” “She was his student. He made her his.” “Some claims aren’t spoken… they’re enforced.”
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ITS A STORY BETWEEN NOT JUST A BOY OR GIRL. ITS A STORY BETWEEN TWO DIFFERENT WORLDS . AND WHEN THEY MET , THE DISTRUCTION BEGINS . Some men love you… Aditya Singh Rathor ruins you. Aditya Singh Rathor is not a man you fall in love with. He is the kind you fear… the kind you don’t escape. Cold. Calculated. Ruthless. He doesn’t chase—he traps. Shreya Agarwal was never meant to cross his path. But now that she has… walking away isn’t an option. Secrets tighten. Boundaries blur. And what starts as a battle of control turns into something far more dangerous. Because the deeper you go… the darker the truth becomes.
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