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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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His secret obsession : Enternal Embrace Of Obsessions
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
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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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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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