Rajasthan had seen kings, it had seen rulers, but never had it seen a Chief Minister like him. Aariv Veer Agnivansh - a name etched in every political corridor, whispered in boardrooms, and feared in enemy camps. To the world, he was the iron-fisted CM who rose above dynasty to carve his own throne. To the opposition, he was a storm that destroyed without warning. To women, he was temptation draped in authority, a man whose gaze alone felt like sin. And to Ira Sharma, he was danger in its most seductive form - the man she should run from, yet the one she could never resist. FIND OUT IN- OF PETALS AND PARLIAMENTS…
She opened her eyes slowly, blinking against the blur of soft golden lights and the scent of fresh roses lingering heavily in the air. The room around her was beautifully adorned-delicate drapes, scattered petals, and the faint echo of wedding music still humming somewhere in the distance.But something felt wrong.Terribly wrong.Her breath caught in her throat as unease curled deep within her chest.Why was she here?This wasn't her dream. This wasn't her moment.It was her step-sister's wedding.So why was she the one waking up in this bridal chamber... as if she had been written into a story that was never hers?Her heart pounded as she turned toward the ornate mirror across the room. But the moment her gaze met her reflection, her world shattered.A strangled scream tore from her lips.The heavy door burst open. People rushed in, their faces draining of color, horror settling into every expression.But one pair of eyes didn't hold shock.One pair of eyes... burned with something far darker.Something that felt like anger... like possession... like a truth she didn't yet understand.Her trembling gaze fell back to the mirror.The black beaded mangalsutra around her neck-It wasn't hers.The vermilion boldly streaked across her hairline-It was never meant for her.It was meant for her step-sister.But now... it marked her.Aavya Verma.As if somewhere, in lines she never wrote, in a fate she never chose...his name had already been etched into hers.And in one cruel twist of destiny, she was bound in a marriage she never wanted-wrapped in traditions that now felt more like chains than blessings.The vermilion on her forehead wasn't love.It was a mark.Of betrayal.Of a decision made without her.Of a story rewritten without her consent.She was never meant to be the bride.But she became one.Not by choice...Not by love...But because somewhere... somehow...she had been written into him-his name in every line of a life she never chose.…
It is the story of love, passion, and obsession.Everything ends between them, but still something is "Unfinished".......She doesn't ask for any explanation and walks out of his life.His every explanation remained " Unfinished" as he let her walk out.Story of their Beyond Unfinished.…
#2nd Instalment of EVERLESS.********Life is strange. She left everything behind that time, neither marriage with him was her decision nor loving him was under her control.....He cheated her in worst possible way and she like a fool always believed him. She never got a chance to take any decision.... Except one....Leaving the man who own her heart without his knowledge. He didn't stopped her.....Her love remained UNFINISHED.******************He let the only person who means the world to him walk out of his life. The person who he trusted blindly betrayed him to no extent. His one mistake cost him his live. Indeed he cheated her....his demons from past ruined her present and future. He let her burn in his flame. And now he was as good as dead.He was alone even though there were so many people around him. Now, He has an angel to live for his only hope.....Aryana.....His Aryana...But she was nowhere....She left him without a word, without accusation without any question. He wanted her to scream at him, slap him...but how can he forget she was the most forgiving person.His words remained Unfinished......Their Journey remained Unfinished.Will he ever get her love, will he ever tell her his feelings, will he ever claim whats his. Will he ever rectify his mistake.…
A lone tear escapes her eyes looking at his evil laughing face."You should have seen your face....ohh god." His laugh was so evil and dangerous."What...you thought that...I...Vansh Ranawat will Love you...YOU...a worthless...Ugly...Poor Girl...Babe...I don't do love. I FUCK...and you my darling were so far the best fuck...So keep this, it's a prize for pleasure you gave to your future KING."Today not only her heart but her self-esteem died.....this Man killed it....and broke her beyond repair.....He threw a bundle of notes before her and get inside his royal car.Pratiksha was still looking in the direction where he went.She should have listened to her best friend.She did a mistake by giving her heart to this evil man.Wiping her tears she stands...she has to be strong....not only for her but for.Will she be able to stand strong in this selfish society...?Will this betrayal is going to make her Self esteem...self respect..and courage strong...?She has to...she will loathe him till her last breath.Will, he realizes...what he lost...how his evil motives destroyed some one so fragile.?Will it be too late to repent...?Journey of two people...One with lots of FLAWS...One with determination see their Beautiful Ruin.…
Book 2 of "The Ablaze Series"Nine years have passed since Falak Kashyap vanished from Saksham Singhal's life, leaving behind nothing but silence and scars. But memories don't die - they smolder beneath the ashes.Storms don't forget.Obsessions don't fade.Connections don't sever.And love - even shattered, even scorched - remembers how to burn.In a world where power cages hearts, Embers is a tale of suffocating longing, irreversible mistakes, and a love story that refuses to die quietly.…
"You always make the same mistake, Pearl... What should I do with you, hmm?" he muttered, closing the distance and brushing his lips against her ear, sending shivers down her spine. "You're invading my personal space again, Saksham," she stated, her voice surprisingly steady, a desperate attempt to appear strong, a woman who'd outgrown the naive, innocent girl she once was. But deep down, the same vulnerability lingered, a fact they both knew too well."Personal space... interesting," he chuckled darkly. "But you seem to forget, Pearl, there's no such thing as space between us. Because you were always mine to begin with."With that, he claimed her lips in a fervent, demanding kiss, a hunger that spoke of years of suppressed desire. "Mine to love, mine to possess, Pearl," he murmured against her, his words a toxic mix of affection and control.Shock and anger surged through her, and she pushed him away with surprising force, her hand striking his face in a resounding slap. The corridor, once silent, now echoed with the sharp sound, a testament to her defiance."Never," she vowed, her voice trembling, and then she turned and fled, disappearing into the shadows.Saksham watched her retreating figure, a slow smirk spreading across his face, a cold glint in his eyes. He wasn't deterred by her resistance. In fact, it only fueled the flames of his obsession.'Oh, Pearl, you just don't get it, do you' he thought, his mind racing with possibilities.Falak Kashyap, his "Pearl," was a fire herself, but her flame paled in comparison to the raging Ablaze that was Saksham Singhal. He was a force of nature, a royal who always obtained his heart's desire. And Falak was his ultimate dream, his only true obsession.…
