Hidden Royalty / Secret Princess
Rich Boy ร Maid Girl
Unrequited Love โ Regret
She Falls First, He Falls Harder
Girl with a Secret Past
Village/Royal Girl in Big City
Hate and love
Slow Burn Romance
Misunderstanding & Emotional Angst
On the Run / Hiding from Enemies
Heartbreak to Healing Arc
Late Realization
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Enternal Embrace Of Obsessions ___________________****_________________ Dedication: To fearless souls who dare to explore the shadows of desire, To the lovers of dark romance who find beauty in the forbidden. Welcome to a world where love is both a blessing and a curse. Dive in, and let the darkness consume you. โฏ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐ด๐น๐ฎ๐ป๐ฐ๐ฒ ๐ต๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ ๐๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ โฏ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ผ๐๐ฐ๐ต ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐น๐ ๐ฎ ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ Mehak Singhania Age 20 Law student Caring & sweet Loving & kind Extrovert and Talkative Delulu like me & a little bit clumsy Mehak : "Pyaar jab hota hai na tab ek insaan puri tarike se baarbad ho jata jai .. pyaar mein andhe ho jate hai sab log...sirf iss pyaar ka liya log badi se choti galtiya maaf kar dete hai chahe uss ek galti se apka dil chur chur ho chuka ho ๐๐" Ansh Rai shikhawat Age 27 Ceo Psychopath Obsessive and over possesive Ruthless and dominating Manipulating and controlling Rude and cold Ansh : "Pyaar ka toh pata nahi but nasha hai mera ...uski haar cheez par sirf mera haq hai...Usko apne se dur karna manzoor nahi or nahi kisi or k sath dekhna...uss par sirf mera or sirf mera adhikar hai... Aadat hai woh meri use dekhne mera kam or use apne bana kar rakhna mera maksad โค๏ธ" Prologue scene: "I love him..I love you ansh..I love you more than anyone..I don't hate you nor I will..I can't hate you after all you did to me I choose to forgive you ..hope you get a better ending then mine and hope you get the love of your life.." With my last words I slowly closed my eyes unable to resist the pain which was growing up with every neno sec..I was counting for my last breath all drenched in blood which didn't even showed mercy on me and dare to stop... Mature content alertโ ๏ธ!!!! ....18+ ahead
Shadows are not merely the absence of light. They are evidence that something stands in the way. Every mystery begins there. In the corners of rooms no one checks. In the pauses between words. In the thoughts people learn to hide even from themselves. Anatomy of Shadows is not a collection about monsters that roar or crimes that announce themselves. It is about what lingers , what watches, waits, remembers, and quietly reshapes the lives it touches. These stories move through abandoned houses and occupied minds, unsolved crimes and unexplained events, fragile memories and deliberate violence. Some of the mysteries here are paranormal, some psychological, some criminal. Many refuse to stay in only one category. Because real fear rarely does. Each story dissects a different kind of shadow: guilt that behaves like a ghost, silence that functions like evidence, love that turns predatory, curiosity that becomes a doorway. Some endings will close neatly. Others will not. That is intentional. Not every mystery is meant to be solved some are meant to be understood. This book is an invitation to step into the half-light. To examine what most people avoid naming. To watch how easily the human mind can become a crime scene, a haunted house, or both. Read slowly. Pay attention to what makes you uncomfortable. Shadows are most revealing when you stop trying to escape them.
She was the quiet kind of girl. Introverted. Observant. The "nerd" everyone overlooked. Soft-spoken, shy, and painfully innocent. Aneira's world was small ; books, silence, and one single person she trusted more than anyone: Veyan. Veyan was everything she was not. The most popular boy in college. Cheerful. Loud. Surrounded by friends. Smiles came easily to him, and so did attention. Yet, no matter how many people stood around him, his heart always searched for her. He loved Aneira deeply... But only as a friend. And Aneira? She loved him the way lungs love air. The day she gathered the courage to confess, fate was already waiting to break her. "I love someone," Veyan said before she could speak. "Your best friend... Annita." Her confession died on her tongue. Days later, his parents came to her house with a marriage proposal. Not for him. For her. And with trembling lips and a shattered heart, Aneira whispered the words no one expected: "I want to marry your other son. Not Veyan." That was the day love turned into silence. And friendship into the most beautiful kind of pain.
Raj was the kind of boy thousands of girls watched from a distance the reckless biker, sharp-jawed, fearless, carrying trouble in the way he smiled.Once he was boy who loved a girl but she broke him ... And now ... Attention followed him everywhere. Admiration was easy. Control was not. Then he met Jiya. An author with tired eyes and a guarded heart, she did what no one else ever did to him... She rejected him. No giggles. No fascination. No softening. Just indifference, edged with rudeness. It bruised his ego. And instead of losing interest, he felt something darker bloom inside him. Jiya was broken, closed off, distant and Raj wanted her. Not gently. Not romantically. He wanted to understand her, enter her world, dismantle the walls she hid behind. He watched her from afar, learned her habits, her silences, her contradictions. Time passed. Conversations replaced tension. Distance turned into familiarity. Comfort crept in. And somewhere between shared words and unspoken wounds, they crossed a line neither of them had planned. They did not believe in love. They did not believe in forever. What they found instead was a connection built on craving, control, and unresolved damage something intense, addictive, and dangerously undefined. Two broken people. Two powerful hungers. One bond that was never meant to be safe.
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