Introduction

This is not a full-length novel or part of any existing book. It’s a collection of short stories—each complete within 5 chapters.

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Conquer me| 18+

"𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐰 𝐚 𝐬𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐞... 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐝?" She wanted him. Desperately. But he kept his distance. His intentions were unknown to her but he gave her what she needed, the support she needed, the attention she craved for, but there was always something missing. Something that wasn't letting her breathe in peace—the unspoken truth that he wasn’t truly giving her all of him. But even if he didn't give himself to her—he didn’t let anyone else have her either. No one. Not even for a moment. He kept her close, but only at arm’s length. He possessed her without ever fully owning her. He didn't abandon her. But he didn't fully accept her either. Did he crave her the way she wanted him? Did he want her? Even he didn’t know.

Rhythmic Resurrection

𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐲, 𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐚 𝐫𝐡𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐦 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── I saw him destroying himself in front of my own eyes. Drowning in addictions. That were enough to kill him. I hated it. I hated it everytime he smoked in front of me. I told him to stop but he would just ignore the topic and start talking about something else. I tried my best to hold him tightly—so tightly that my hands began to ache. Finally, when I thought the storm was over, I loosened my grip, thinking that if I made him realize how it feels when the person you love starts running away, he would come running back to me. The moment I allowed myself to believe that maybe everything could be fixed. Destiny snatched him away from me.

The Forbidden Enticement

"Why did you not listen to me?"I whispered against her lips, my voice husky with a mixture of anger and possessiveness. "I can do anything I please. You have no right to dictate my movements," she retorted, her voice firm. My grip on her waist tightened involuntarily. "Let's go to bed, and I'll show you exactly who I am to you,"I growled, scooping her up in my arms and carrying her towards the bed. I hovered over her, intertwining our hands and gazing intently into her eyes, a venomous glint in my own. "Tell me what you see in my eyes,"I demanded, my voice low and dangerous. Strangely, she remained remarkably calm, her demeanor almost serene. Finally, she spoke, her voice barely a whisper, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "A child," she murmured softly. "What?" I barked, my eyebrows furrowing in confusion. "A little boy," she continued, her voice gaining strength, "who desperately needs protection. A boy who yearns for love, for acceptance, for someone to hold him and never let go. A boy who has always been the shoulder to lean on for others, yet has never found a shoulder to cry on himself. And I... I love this boy." Her smile was fragile, a fleeting expression that mirrored the softening of my own grip on her hands. My eyes stung with a sudden, unexpected wave of emotion. ✰ Falling in love with the daughter of his father's murderer, he found his carefully constructed revenge plan crumbling before his eyes. Years of carefully cultivated hatred threatened to be consumed by a burgeoning affection he never anticipated. Unbeknownst to him, she was the very source of the pain he sought to avenge. Would he succumb to the allure of her love, or would his thirst for vengeance ultimately consume them both?

Agar Tu Hota Toh| 18+

It’s been three years. Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn’t stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn’t care. Like her walking out of the door wasn’t tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn’t beg, if I didn’t plead, I’d come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I’ve been living with that choice. I remember the first time I saw her. She had walked into my production house. And now… now she’s just gone. But she’s always there. In every line I write. In every frame I shoot. In every lullaby I hum to Vedant. She left. But she never really left. And I don’t know how to let her go.

𝑰𝒎𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆

⋆✧𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞✧⋆ "Will you marry me?" he asked, his words startling me. His proposal stemmed more from a desire to possess me than from genuine love. It felt like he wanted to prevent me from seeing anyone else. "And why would I marry you?" I asked, my voice dripping with sarcasm. He furrowed his brow. "Because we're dating, aren't we? You shouldn't have any objections, should you? Besides, Aarvi and my family loves you." I took a step closer, my tone chillingly calm. "And what about you, Anirudh? What about your feelings? "So you're scared of commitment huh?" I snapped at him. He looked down, avoiding my gaze. "You know everything I have belongs to you." "But I never wanted anything from you," I countered, my voice rising. "All I ever wanted, all I ever needed, was for you to love me." Tears welled up in my eyes, and I gripped his collar, my voice trembling. "Just tell me once, Anirudh, just once that you love me. I would leave everything else behind for you without a second thought." He continued to avoid my gaze, the silence his damning confession. "Just go, Anirudh, and don't ever show your face again" I whispered. I turned away, intending to leave him standing there, but I felt him grip my arm, spinning me around. "I'm leaving for now," he said, his voice low and dangerous, "but I can't make that other promise." "What do you mean?" "I will marry you, Ruhi Shekhawat," he declared, his eyes gleaming with a possessive intensity. "No one can stop me. You've seen the loving side of me, but now you'll witness a side of me you won't soon forget. A side that will go to any extent to have you. A side that will stop at nothing when it's about you" He leaned in and pressed his lips against mine.

Agar Tum Mil Jaao (Duet #01)

(english translations not available for the hindi dialogues) 𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗻𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶 𝘀𝗶 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗼 𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗵𝗼𝗱 𝗸𝗲 𝗷𝗮𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘁𝗮 𝗵𝘂 𝗸𝘆𝗮? .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒀𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒂 -32 years old. Working as movie director for last ten years but doesn't mix his personal life and professional life. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 -25 years old. An aspiring art student who ends up being selected as the lead actress in a movie accidentally where her whole life changes. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

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Introduction

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