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To all the beautiful ladies who couldn't choose between the red flags and the green flags. May you find your golden flag in real life.


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To all the beautiful ladies who couldn't choose between the red flags and the green flags. May you find your golden flag in real life.

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For three whole years, Kashvi Yadav was obsessed with one dark romance web novel ā The Devilās Den. She laughed, cried, screamed at plot twists, survived the authorās painful hiatuses, and fell hopelessly in love with the storyās most misunderstood characterā Raghvendra Rathore. The villain. Cruel, dangerous, feared by everyone⦠yet somehow the only character Kashvi truly understood. Even while battling a terminal illness, The Devilās Den became Kashviās escape from reality. She wished the story would never end. But it did. And the ending destroyed her. The villain died alone. The villainess lost everything. And every character Kashvi loved was left with tragedy instead of happiness. A year later, Kashvi took her final breath in a hospital room⦠only to wake up inside the world of The Devilās Den itself. And not as the heroine. She had reincarnated as Maya Agnihotri ā the beautiful, manipulative, chaos-loving villainess of the novel and one of the characters doomed to a miserable ending. But this time, Maya knows everything. The betrayals. The deaths. The heartbreak waiting for every character she once cried for. And Kashvi refuses to let the story repeat itself. This time, sheāll save the villain. Protect the people fate abandoned. And rewrite the ending of the story she once loved so much. But changing a story already written comes with consequences. Because no matter how hard she fights fate, some tragedies still try to happen exactly the same way. And the closer Maya gets to changing the story⦠The more dangerous Raghvendra Rathore becomes. --- A story about villains, second chances, and a girl trying to rewrite fate before the story destroys everyone she loves.



Highly mature short stories in hindi (english translation available)



A collection of short stories where the lust of body slowly turns into love of souls.



Tara thought her husband's death was the end of her suffering. She was wrong. Being thrown out the same night was fate's final slap. Then Dhruv Adhikari stepped into the ruin of her life. Her late husband's best friend. The man who should have offered condolences... not a wedding. But Dhruv doesn't rescue people. He claims them. He gives Tara a home. He gives her silence to breathe in. He gives her eyes that never stop watching... But there is a truth none of them know: Dhruv survived death once... and returned with only one instinct left - Tara. Her pulse steadies his. Her voice mends him. Her absence ruins him. And while she tries to rebuild herself from ashes, she doesn't see the matchstick he's hiding behind his back. He lost his mind the night she lost her freedom. Now she's the only thing keeping him alive... or dangerous



MAITHILI I donāt need a savior. I built my empire out of blood, politics, and fearāand Iāll burn anyone who thinks they can take it from me. But Rudra Singh Rathore doesnāt scare easy. Heās the rival who shouldāve shot me dead the night our men spilled blood in Delhiās underbelly. Instead, he put a ring on my fingerāwith a gun pressed to my throat. Now Iām trapped in a marriage forged in violence⦠bound to the one man I canāt killāand canāt stop craving. RUDRA Maithili Thakur is madness dressed in silk and sin. I shouldāve ended her game when she turned my city into a battlefield. Instead, I made her my wife. Sheās dangerous, rebellious, and every kiss tastes like betrayal. If I can tame her, I can destroy her familyās rule. But the real danger? She might be the one who takes me down first.



Meera Sharma My father had one requestāmore like a conditionāto allow me to leave our large, Indian joint family and move to Sydney to pursue my masterās degree. To not get involved with anyone who wasnāt an Indian boy. And I did not miss a beat before I agreed. Because why not? All I wanted was Freedom. To live away from my strictābut very sweet and supportiveāfamily. To study hard. Find a job in Sydney. And make it on my own, like millions of my fellow Indian immigrants. My plan was all set. So, of course, itās completely ruined when I sit beside him on the first day of my class. Noah Anderson. Noah, my Australian classmate. Noah, with his dark-as-sin clothes, a permanent frown etched on his face, and his perfect grades in class. Noah, with his total ignorance about my Indian culture but his determination to understand it better. So what if he makes me feel a little more at home in an unknown country? So what if he looks at me like Iām the only one he sees? I will not fall for him. I cannot fall for him. I absolutely cannot break my promise to my father. So, of course, I do {Inspired from Romance Novel}



Sinful Desire: A Collection of Mature Desi Short Stories (18+) Not all sins are punishable. Some are meant to be tasted⦠again and again. Step into a world where tradition meets temptation, where restraint teeters on the edge of ruin. Sinful Desire brings you a bold collection of desi short stories that explore the deepest cravings of the heart, body, and soul. Each tale is soaked in longing, laced with forbidden fantasies, and set against the backdrop of rich Indian cultureāwhere secrets hide behind sarees, and every stolen glance tells a story. From the quiet wife who discovers her own hunger⦠To the brooding landlord who never meant to fall for the tenant he shouldāve never touched⦠From heated arguments that end with slammed doors and tangled sheets⦠To the strangers who meet under the cover of rain and walk away branded by fire⦠These are not your typical love stories. These are tales of unspoken desires, unrestrained passion, and the kind of intimacy that lingers long after the final page. 18+ only. Read at your own risk. Cravings may occur.

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