32 Chapters
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Prologue scene 1
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Prologue 2
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Chaotic jodi and imp points about the story
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Chapter 1
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Chapter 2 ; family kalesh and snake bua
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Chapter 3 ; Good news and love from past
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Chapter 4 ; Moving out and meeting him
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Chapter 5 ; family gathering and kalesh
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Chapter 6 ; apologies and Engagement announcement
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Chapter 7 ; Arav and shivi's story
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Chapter 8 ; Nisha and Nischay's story (it's my / ur author story)
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Chapter 9 ; Awkward moment avi and veer story
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Chapter 10 ; Mehak and ansh's past
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Chapter 11 ; past continue
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Chapter 12; Nisha and Nischay's first meet
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Chapter 13 ; imagination
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Chapter 14 ; Heart break and blood bath
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Chapter 15; clearing misunderstanding
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Chapter 16; Flirting and Fighting
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Chapter 17 ; Torturing and teasing
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Chapter 18 ; First kiss and teasing
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Chapter 19 ; Patience and Patient
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Chapter 20 ; Does he hate me??
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Important note about upcoming stories
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Chapter 21 ; Truth' and Pain
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Chapter 22 Curse and Betrayal
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Chapter 23 Confession part 1
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Chapter 24 ; Confession part 2
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Chapter 25 ; Desires of heart
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Chapter 26 ; The unacceptable guest
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Chapter 27 ; Memories that stay and hurts
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Chapter 28 ; Truth and dare part 1
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Writting gives me peace
Veiled queen : A future queen in borrowed clothes
"Sometimes the one who loves the most is the one who leaves first. " She came to Mumbai as a maid with nothing but a fake name, simple clothes, and secrets heavy enough to bend her spine. No one knew she was from a royal family of Rajasthan. No one knew she was hiding from enemies who wanted her silenced. No one knew the quiet girl washing dishes at midnight was born to a life of power, not servitude Khwaish learned early how to disappear. Zayan never had to. Loved by his family, admired by everyone, careless with hearts-including his own-he lived like tomorrow was guaranteed. The only thing he hated was his elder brother, Sameer. The rivalry between them was old, bitter, and dangerous in ways no one spoke about which made zayan do something he regretted his life.. She entered his house as a maid. She entered his life by accident. She fell first. She fell harder. And when she finally learned to let go, he realized-too late-that the girl he never noticed was the only one who had ever truly seen him. But secrets have teeth. And enemies don't forget. In a city that doesn't care who you were born as, can love survive when the truth finally steps out of the shadows? Blurb ~~~~~~ Khawaiish...."Rose Day pe aapne rose diya. Chocolate Day pe chocolates. Teddy Day pe teddy bear..." "You're serious?" Zayan said between laughs. "I only gave you those because girls at college gave them to me. I didn't want to throw them away. They were useless to me. And you thought I loved you?"
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Anatomy of shadows volume 1
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.
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Replace fate ( A short tale of two best friends)
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.
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Friends with benefits; A toxic attraction
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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