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Twist of Fate : A tale of Fated love

Twist of Fate : A tale of Fated love

" Tonight you’re looking mine……The way you’ve draped the saree around your waist….for me to admire every inch of of it on your skin…..The way you’ve wore the minimal jewelries to make to easy for me later…….when i take them off……The way you’ve stayed your hair and left those front hair strands free only for me to touch them more occasionally and admire you more through out this night…..the way you’ve dragged the perfect lines of eyeliner in your eyes….only to make my heart go crazy everytime you blink………and last but not least……they way you’ve painted your lips in colour that i would eventually make it fade……..with all the admirable things you did to look in a certain way only for my eyes…..proving my earlier statement that you’re looking mine ” he finished the sentence after enjoying the reaction of my face for a while. “ You can’t consider me as a property that you can own “ i said lifting my gaze up on him. “ definitely Not, you’re human with a beautiful heart and smile……with a soul that only i can see, touch and feel…..…because…..i’m yours and you’re mine “ I couldn’t hide the smile that his encouragement gave me. “ Anu “ “ hmmm “ “ Can I lose my control now ? please....please.....let me fuck you ...... “ He was still holding my right hand, close to his chest, making me feel his rapid heart beat. **** Love is unpredictable, so is Fate. Rishi couldn’t figure out his life between moving on and stuck with the past until Anbu came into his life proffering his hope for a soulful life that he craved for the last five years after his only-love-Anu left him broken beyond repair:according to him. Anbu, a woman who wants nothing but a simple and stable life with her Fiance-Rishi. During the courtship time, Rishi and Anbu decide to take a step forward to get to know each other well before their marriage-which is soon to happen. With every passing day Rishi had started to feel alive again, with Anbu. Nevertheless his past never stopped hunting him and as a result of that, life threw him at the doorstep of Anu in the middle of the night. Anu hated Rishi all her life for some solid reasons. And to keep him away from her life and her daughter Ria, Anu did something that made him loath his own existence. Three different persons, living in different phases of life but eventually they’re connected by their Fated Love. How ? Fated Love is all about Hate-love-Fate, with a pinch of reality and the emotional roller coaster life of Rishi-Anbu-Anu.
Icing The Heart

Icing The Heart

Rory Callahan never wanted to be a headline. She only wanted to play hockey. As the first woman signed to the professional Titans hockey team, she has spent two brutal seasons fighting for her place in a world determined to push her out. Her greatest obstacle is Jaxon Kane, the team's arrogant captain, whose cold glares and cutting words make it clear that he believes she does not belong. But when a public scandal threatens Jaxon's career and Rory is once again painted as angry and impossible to coach, management forces them into the perfect lie: a fake relationship. Now, the man who once humiliated her is holding her hand before cameras, sharing an apartment with her, defending her to the press and standing too close under the excuse of fixing her stance on the ice. Rory knows better than to trust him but the longer they pretend, the harder it becomes to tell where the act ends and the truth begins. Then she discovers the secret buried in Jaxon's contract: a five-million-dollar bonus tied to her failure. Caught between betrayal, ambition, pregnancy and a love she no longer knows how to trust, Rory must decide whether to walk away quietly or expose the system that tried to destroy her. But when the man who was supposed to ruin her becomes the only one willing to burn everything down for her, can Rory risk trusting Jaxon Kane again?
Designing Her Own Life

Designing Her Own Life

For ten years, I was Gabrielle Fuller, successful graphic designer turned dedicated wife, my life orbiting Andrew Scott, my charismatic lawyer husband. Then my father, a well-respected judge and Andrew' s mentor, made a dying wish: "Gabby… promise me… you and Andrew… work it out." Hours later, clutching my phone in the sterile waiting room, I tried to reach Andrew, who was at a crucial legal conference in London. Dozens of calls, countless texts – all went unanswered. Finally, on the twentieth try, an unfamiliar female voice answered Andrew' s phone: Jennifer Chavez, his ex-girlfriend and current colleague. Her clipped tone dismissed my emergency, saying he was "busy." The world tilted as I realized the unspoken truth: he was with her, and she was answering his calls while my father lay dying. My father' s funeral unfolded without Andrew; his absence a glaring wound in the front row, a whisper among the city's legal elite. I clung to flimsy excuses until I saw it: Andrew' s beaming photo celebrating a "big win" in London, posted the day my father died, with a photo of him and Jennifer captioned by Andrew: "Couldn't have done it without you." Every excuse shattered. He had time for social media but not for my desperate calls. The man I built my life around wasn't unreachable; he was simply unavailable to me. I called my best friend, Molly: "It' s over. I need a divorce lawyer." Now, I reclaim my life, piece by painful piece, starting with a new job and finding my own purpose. But when Andrew returns, pleading ignorance and begging for another chance, can I truly move on when the past refuses to let go?
The Betrayed Wife's Sweet Revenge

The Betrayed Wife's Sweet Revenge

The heavy iron gate groaned open, and I stepped out, expecting freedom. After a year inside, I longed for my fiancé, Liam, and our son, Noah. But the drive home to our familiar house revealed a chilling transformation: the paint was wrong, my rose bushes were gone. Then Mrs. Gable, our neighbor, delivered the first blow: "Liam has had his hands full, you know. It was a blessing he had Sarah to help him, especially with her being pregnant and all." Sarah. My brother' s widow. Pregnant. My heart seized. The key didn' t fit, but the door was unlocked. Inside, my home was alien-cold, modern, bare of our memories. And then I saw it: a baby' s playpen, a high chair. Not ours. Creeping to the back patio, I saw Liam, his arm around Sarah, her hand on a very pregnant belly. They looked like a perfect family. My perfect family. Then their words: "Are you sure she won' t cause any trouble? She' s supposed to get out this week." "Don' t you worry about Olivia. I know her. She' s loyal to a fault. She took the fall for us once, she' s not going to make waves now. She knows her place." Us. The word twisted in my gut. The truth hit me: Liam hadn' t made a mistake. Sarah had falsified the architectural plans. They had conspired. Liam had begged me to take the blame, promising a future, swearing he' d wait. I believed him. I sacrificed a year, my reputation, my career, for a monstrous lie. The betrayal shattered my heart, but beneath the pain, a cold, hard anger ignited. They thought I was broken, a loyal fool. They were about to learn how wrong they were.
The Fallen Queen's Dating Show Comeback

The Fallen Queen's Dating Show Comeback

Catalina had just won the Best Actress Golden Globe. It was supposed to be the absolute pinnacle of her acting career. But a broken heel on her way backstage sent her crashing right into the arms of Brogan Cohen. He was Hollywood's most untouchable A-lister, and the man she despised most. A hidden paparazzo snapped a perfectly timed photo of him kneeling to untangle her dress, making it look like a deeply intimate, secret romance. The internet instantly exploded. Brogan's rabid fanbase tore Catalina apart, branding her a shameless clout-chaser. To make matters worse, a rival actress weaponized the scandal, accusing Catalina of sleeping her way to the top to steal roles. Within days, Catalina's world collapsed. Her upcoming lead role in a major indie film was suspended. Two luxury fashion houses unilaterally terminated her contracts. Meanwhile, Brogan simply hopped on his private jet and fled to the South of France, leaving her trapped in her apartment as a mob of screaming paparazzi battered her front door. She had spent years proving her talent, only to be blacklisted and labeled a manipulative homewrecker over a stupid accident. The sheer injustice of it suffocated her. She hated Brogan with a fiery, visceral passion for destroying her reputation and running away like a coward. With her career bleeding out, her manager slammed a contract on the desk: an unedited, live-streamed survival dating show on a private Caribbean island. "You need to prove you are entirely repulsed by Brogan Cohen." Catalina grabbed the pen and signed her name with aggressive, sharp strokes. She was going to flirt with every model on that island, burn this false narrative to the ground, and make Brogan choke when he turned on his TV.