A girl who shoulders immense responsibilities, placing her family's needs above everything else. For her, fulfilling their expectations is her utmost priority. She is serious, focused, and a complete bookworm, immersing herself in stories and literature to escape the harsh realities of life. Love, for her is something that exists only within the pages of books and tales. In real life, she has neither hope for it nor the luxury of wasting time chasing such fleeting emotions.

A man whose life revolves around a single obsession-his business. It's the only thing he takes seriously, the sole focus of his discipline mind. Beyond that, he is the quintessential playboy, a master at winning over women's hearts only to discord them just as easily. To him, love is a laughable notion, an overrated myth he has no patience for. His cynicism steps from never having witnessed genuine love in his life. For him, relationship are fleeting and superficial, a distraction at best, and nothing more than a game.

What will happen when love comes knocking on the doors of their lives?

🔸For her, love is an uncharted territory - something she's only read about but never dared to experience. Will it melt the walls she's built around her heart, or will she dismiss it as an unwelcome distraction? Will she finally dare to dream for herself, beyond the responsibilities she's bound to?

🔸For him, love is a concept he mocks, something he believes doesn't exit. Will it catch him off guard, challenging his carefree playboy demeanor? Will it make him confront the emptiness beneath his bravado and show him a side of life he's never known?

When two hearts so different collide, will their opposing worlds create chaos, or will they find a way to harmonize? Love is never simple - it challenges, heals and transform. And when it finds them, neither will remain the same.

Hello divine beauties,

So are you ready for Shanvi and Darshit chaos and spicy journey?

Give this book a chance

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Mrinalika - The Queen of Silent Storms

Born as the only heir to the peace - loving kingdom of Mridualgrah, Mrinalika Taara Varman was not just a princess - she was her people's grace, her father's pride, and her late mother's living reflection. She grew up surrounded by affection, but not indulgence. Her father, a great king, hand once lost the love of his life - and despite being a ruler with every right to remaary, he chose to remain loyal to her memory. That choice defined Mrinalika. It became the foundation of her beliefs, her silent yearning - to be loved the same way, with devotion unshaken by time or tragedy. She was wise beyond her years. Fluent in the sacred language of the Vedas, a natural nurturer who could calm even the fiercest of beasts, and someone who carried her kingdom's legacy not in her jewels, but in her soul. From a very young age, she listened to stories-not just of gods and goddess, but of her parents quiet, unbroken love. She believed the divine would grant her a bond just as sacred. But destiny is not swayed by innocence. Her marriage was decided - to Veeryan Singh Rathore, crown prince of the mighty kingdom of Simhartah. A warrior unmatched, regal and radiant in every sense, but old - and carved by ego. To the world, it was a union of strength and wisdom. To her, it was the beginning of heartbreak.

Silent Trigger - Ink or gunpowder

She never fit the mould they wanted her to. No fluttering lashes, no glimmering gloss, no desire to parade beauty under neon lights. She wasn't the kind who dressed to impress or gazed longingly into mirrors hoping for validation. She dressed in simplicity and carried the scent of old pages and untold stories. While the world adored the shimming surface, she lived in the depths in thoughts too vast, in silence too rich, in dreams too tender for this cruel world. She loved once - with all her heart, all her soul. And yet, her love become a joke behind her back, simply because she didn't play the part they expected. No one saw the universe she held within. No one noticed how beautifully she broke. That betrayal didn't just shatter her heart - it stole her dreams. And it that quiet surrender, she began to fear love as, though it were a fire meant only to burn her. And then...there was him. A man untouched by the warmth of affection. He had never known the comfort of a mother's embrace, nor the softness of being someone's first choice. He believed love was a fable told to the fortunate - those who were worthy of such softness. And he, in all his quiet strength and buried sorrow, never counted himself among them. He wasn't broken by love. He simply never knew what it meant to be loved at all. Two people. One who gave too much and lost everything. One who never received enough to even begin. But destiny has its own rhythm. It weaves broken threads into masterpieces and writes the most unexpected chapters. And sometimes, it leads two scarred souls to the same stillness - a place where healing begins without a single word. That place is RUDRAKUND. Here love doesn't roar. It breathes. It waits. It grows between glances and gesture, between the ache of the past and the hope of something more. Like the sacred waters of an ancient temple, Rudrakund purifies what the world once polluted. Here, love isn't about perfection. It's about presence. About seeing someone in their rawest form - and choosing them anyways. This isn't a tale of fairytales. It's the story of two souls standing at the edge of their own ruins - and finding, in each other, a home they didn't know they were seeking. Because what's meant to be, always finds its way. Even if it walks through fire. Even if it hides behind fear. Even if they themselves try to run. They both fell in love together - and deeper, harder, than they were ever expected...🪄

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