Suniti 123
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Rebirth of the Departed soul
Fantasy Raj, a handsome, smart, arrogant, jovial guy who loves music, is the CEO of the Kapoor chain of hotels and industries and has a beautiful sister and a loving mother. He falls in love with his beautiful secretary Sujata and marries her. Sujata is a beautiful, intelligent, manipulative, and witty girl.
Unintentionally Raj is to be blamed for Sujata's father's death. Under mysterious conditions, he dies just after his marriage. With Raj out of the picture, Sujata gets the opportunity to avenge her father's death, and she manages to snatch everything from Raj‘s sister. Sujata even manipulates Raj’s sister Simmi and marries her to her brother Naman, who is a widower and has a son.
After Raj’s death, Sujata gives birth to his son, Abhimanyu. Abhimanyu, like his father, loved music and was gifted with a melodious voice.
Destiny brings him back to his native place where his path is crossed by his long lover Pankhuri. Even Simmi meets her long-forgotten love, Sanjay.
Nature takes its course and Abhimanyu remembers his past birth and comes to know the secret of his death.
Will he be able to avenge his death and disclose how he died? Will Simmi reunite with her lover? Let us go through their journey to know the answers.
The Prince's Bride
Billionaires Jaivardhan Singh Rathore the prince of Jaisalmer and the CEO of the Rathore group of industries is an handsome ,arrogant, rude businessman, but he has another side that only his close ones and loved ones know. A loving, caring, and jovial person. He was every girl's dream husband. Everything changed when his wife died during childbirth leaving a daughter behind. He shut himself from everything and committed himself to his daughter.
Due to his parents' pressure and for the sake Jai Var of his daughter, he gave his consent for remarriage. He wants to marry a girl who would take care of his daughter as his own. As any girl would consider herself lucky to be his wife. For this, he sets a plan and executes it.
Anaira is an intelligent, loving, caring, and easygoing orphan girl who lives with her father's friend. He considers her his daughter but his wife doesn't agree. She is pursuing an MBA degree and wants to complete her studies to find a decent job that would help her in leaving her uncle's house.
Alas! Life doesn't go as predicted. She is dumbstruck when one day she comes to know that she is not a poor person who is pitied but tables have turned around and she is the lost princess. From rags to riches.
Eventually both of them come together and unearth the secrets which were hidden in the Royal Chest. Secrets which would turn the course of their lives .
My Heart Belongs to You
Billionaires Viren the ML of the story who doesn't believe in romantic commitment. Living in NYC for a long time and his past experiences gave strength to his belief. He is the only son of the biggest industrialist Rai Bahadur. He is the CEO of the company. He is a ruthless businessman for the outer world but was very considerate and loving where his family matters or the persons he loved were involved. Viren is the most desired bachelor. He was tall and well-built with sharp features. Girls would die to have him.
Due to his past baggage, he didn't have faith in commitments, love, and marriage.
Priya, a middle-class girl, and assistant to Rai Bahadur was a chirpy, soft-hearted girl who could do anything for her family. She was a beauty with brains. She was fair with big doe-like eyes, thin pink lips, and long black hair.
What will happen when both of them are tied in a contract marriage for one year.?
One can not control whom to fall in love with, and the same happens with them. They fell in love with each other. Oblivious to each other 's feelings, they continued their awkward, unwanted relationship.
Circumstances take a turn and they decide to dissolve their marriage. With mutual consent, they file for divorce. After being separated they realize their feelings. Will they continue divorcing after realizing their feelings or would they come together?
"Why are you so skeptical since the morning You can share your problems with me"
"It is nothing, Viren Ji. Just a little bit "
"Priya, you know you can trust me. Maybe we can help each other."
"I didn't get what you wanted to confide in."
"Tell me your problem then only I can give you a solution."
"My sister is pregnant and her in-laws want five million and then only they will take her back. My brother is in his final year, which makes me the only bread earner of the family. Not only this last month my father suffered a stroke so his medical expenses are there. My salary barely meets the end. I had applied for a loan but today the bank has rejected it as there was nothing to give them as security." she spoke in between the sobs.
Just then the server arrived with their order. Priya composed herself. The food was served. Priya ate only a little bit; she was way too depressed to eat but Viren forced her to eat. Viren ordered dessert for both of them.
" Priya, I can arrange for the money you need. For that, you have to marry me on paper. Rest now as you were the one handling it for me. Dad is in critical condition and his only wish is to see me settled. You can think it over and reply to me in the next two days. As I had said we both can help each other only if you want."
Join their journey of twists and turns to know about them.
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Culprit The sensation of falling wasn't like flying; it was heavy, violent, and smelled of burning flesh. Above us, on the crumbling balcony of the Sears manor, Duke Cato Sears turned his back, shielding his cousin Bianca from the smoke as he walked away, leaving my sister Blossom and me to drop into the abyss.
As the darkness slammed shut like an iron door, I realized my entire life had been a cruel script written by the people I called family.
In my first life, I was the sacrificial lamb of the Dawson manor, sold to a man who eventually watched me die without blinking. My sister Blossom had pushed me into Cato's arms to avoid his rumors, only to laugh when the fire finally consumed us both. My father had measured my value like a piece of livestock, and my step-grandmother didn't even acknowledge my existence while I was being led to the slaughter.
I died in that fire, feeling the heat scorch my skin and the weight of a hatred so potent it tasted like bile. I spent twenty years being the weak, manipulated shadow of a girl, only to end up as nothing more than a phantom scorch mark on a "hero's" estate.
I couldn't understand why my own blood treated my life like a game they could discard. The injustice of it all burned hotter than the flames that took my last breath.
Then, I sat up, sucking in air that tasted of lavender and air conditioning, not smoke. I was back in my bedroom, three days before the engagement ball that ruined my life. Blossom stood at the door, her "sweet" mask slipping as she tried to manipulate me into the Duke's path again.
She thought she was the only one who had come back, but she didn't realize that this time, I was going to let her have exactly what she wanted: the Duke, the bankruptcy, and the living hell that awaited her in that house. Shocking Vengeance: War Goddess Returns
PageProfit Studio Once the cherished heiress of the Douglas family, she lost everything when her parents were brutally murdered and she was framed by her own blood. Labeled a criminal, she was cast into prison with no one to trust and nothing to her name.
Six years later, she returns-not as a broken woman, but as the Scarlet Valkyrie, the deadliest warrior in all of Juzora. Her aim is flawless, her signature weapon Manjusaka strikes without mercy, and her name alone sends tremors through the underworld.
With one hand, she saves her ailing grandmother with the precision of a master healer. With the other, she takes down Draco City's most ruthless criminals. But her true purpose is vengeance. Every debt owed, every wound inflicted, every lie told-she will settle them all, with interest.
The war goddess has returned. And the ones who wronged her are about to learn what it means to face the wrath of a legend. The Beast's Bride
Kaosi-ND She was small, too small and too slender too. Her hair, blood red, formed a halo around her body, softly grazing her back. He had noticed specks of dirt on her body but they failed to hide the loveliness and tenderness of her skin, which he could bet would shine once it was cleaned. To put it simply, she was lovely, far more beautiful than any of the other brides, despite the injury on her forehead, which had reduced in size significantly, but still angered him.
He couldn't get a glimpse of her eyes because her head was turned from his but its image was already stuck to his head, a soft violet, which he assumed would gleam if she smiled.
She wasn't smiling though, hadn't smiled since he met her and he had assumed that she hardly ever did. A similarity they probably both shared.
He,again, remembered the swelling on her forehead which got his blood heated.
What made the people of this town hate her so vehemently? What could the lovely, innocent looking girl have probably done to have deserved being thrust upon him?
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18 year old Leila has had a difficult life. Having lost her parents at the young age of 10, she has had to battle to survive, weaving her way through predators, rapists and murderers along the way. However, nothing could have possibly prepared her for the beast of a man whom she was suddenly bound to as wife...
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31 year old Voloukh, leader of men torn from their homes at a young age to act as slave warriors for the Kingdom of Ultar, has been brutally carved to be a killing machine. His features are enough to bestow fear upon the hearts of anyone who dare to gaze upon him. The Beast of the Woods, as he is referred to is hence, shocked when a girl with the most beautiful violet eyes he has ever seen, which however, gaze upon him with trepidation and horror, is given to him to wed... A Husband's Treachery Unveiled
Kattie Eaton The bitter wind howled, a physical assault as I clung to the side of the mountain. Every breath burned, a painful reminder of the treacherous climb.
Just yards away, my husband, Ethan, knelt beside Sarah, his childhood sweetheart, his voice a low, soothing murmur that reached her but not me.
"Ethan!" I screamed, my voice raw and thin, "I' m hurt! My ankle…and my stomach…"
He turned, his face a mask of irritation, a cold dismissal in his eyes as he snapped, "Stop being so dramatic, Chloe. Sarah is fragile. You' re strong enough."
I fell to my knees in the deep snow, the pain in my abdomen intensifying. "Ethan, the baby! Our baby!" I cried out, the words tearing from my throat.
He froze for a second, a flicker of something in his eyes before Sarah whimpered, and his expression hardened. He thought I was lying, trying to manipulate him.
He pried my numb fingers from his pant leg, his touch rough, then shoved me. My head hit the jagged rock, the world exploding in white-hot pain.
My last clear sight was of Ethan scooping Sarah into his arms, turning his back, and walking away, leaving me bleeding and broken in the storm.
I tried to call out again, to scream about the ultrasound in my wallet, the one I was going to show him, but he barely paused as Sarah whispered something to him, pointing back at me with a dismissive gesture.
He walked on, his pace quickening, a shrinking dark spot in a world of white. That was the moment I knew.
I wasn' t just abandoned; I was erased.
My body was found, and the truth of my pregnancy was revealed, shattering his meticulously crafted lies. His career, his reputation, everything crumbled.
Then, he learned Sarah's vile secret: she had known I was dying and had deliberately made sure I couldn't be found. The monstrous truth ignited a primal rage in him.
He found her, his wife's killer, and exacted a brutal, watery vengeance without a single moment of pity. He left her drowned, just as he had left me to freeze. He survived, living with the ghost of his actions until my father, with a quiet, terrifying resolve, finally delivered his own brand of justice.
My father trapped him, just like I was, in a concrete pit.
I watched, a detached soul, as he descended into the earned darkness, his screams echoing. He would not follow me.
Finally, I was free. Rebirth: A Sister's Betrayal
Sheelagh Sexton The sound of the front door opening was a nightmare come true-my younger sister, Emily, stood there, not alone, but holding a baby in a cheap pink blanket.
"Surprise! Meet Leo. He' s the newest addition to the Miller family legacy," she announced, her voice sickeningly carefree, echoing the very words that had derailed my life in a past I' d already lived.
My blood ran cold; this exact moment, this casual act of irresponsibility, had led directly to my death before.
My parents, blinded by affection, embraced the child and Emily' s monstrous lie, turning their backs on my desperate pleas for reason.
Consumed by a terrible sense of déjà vu, I remembered the blinding pain, the darkness that consumed me when Emily, armed with one of my own sculptures, ended my previous life for simply asking her to be responsible.
But this time, I wouldn't be the martyr-this time, the cycle would break, and Emily would pay.' The Alpha's Forbidden Blood
udohy He took her body, her trust, and her heart-but tonight, she takes his life.
"...making love to you when I will, which I will..." Alpha Gonzalo Kenyon's eyes danced wickedly, his voice threading with pride and a promise of power. The words slid under Liora's skin like poison, impossible to ignore, and impossible to forget.
They can either walk a mile in her shoes and feel the pain they caused her, or they can sever their legs as they severed her heart.
Only a fish can know how deep the ocean is. Only a bird can know how high the sky is. Only a polar bear can know how cold the Arctic is. Only the betrayed can know how much betrayal hurts.
Slowly, Liora pressed the ceremonial dagger meant for Alpha blood into Gonzalo's chest, the blade sinking deep with chilling finality. Blood surged upward in thick, dark bursts, gushing across his bare skin and pooling around the altar where they had just made love.
Gonzalo's eyes flew open, wild and disbelieving. A snarl twisted his lips, but no words came-only a strangled gasp as his lungs filled with blood. His hands grasped at her wrists, strength faltering, the power that once ruled pack and land draining with every beat of his dying heart.
His bones cracked softly beneath his skin, shifting, as though the wolf inside him was fighting to rise one last time.
The Love He Killed
My Sweet Super Wife My hands, once horrifically scarred, were healed by a cosmic bargain: save one struggling soul, Ethan Hayes, in another reality.
For eight years, I poured my life into his, turning a broken man with crushing debt into a tech titan. We built an empire, married, and for a time, I truly loved him, believing our future was forged in shared dreams.
But then, the architect of his redemption became the victim of his betrayal.
His intern, Chloe Vance, slid into our lives and straight into his bed.
Three years of his gaslighting, hidden affairs that became blatant, and the grinding neglect slowly extinguished the vibrant woman I once was.
The final, brutal blow came when Chloe, smugly pregnant, revealed Ethan had "gifted" her our vineyard estate-my home.
My heart, once shattered, had simply turned to ash.
I meticulously liquidated a fortune I' d fought to earn, preparing for an escape he' d facilitated with every lie and condescending guilt-gift.
He bought me diamond necklaces while Chloe flaunted her presence in our penthouse.
On my birthday, he cornered me, enraged, accusing me of threatening his new family, blind to the fact that his actions had already killed everything between us.
He was a stranger, a ghost clinging to a broken past.
I was long past anger, past pain-only a chilling resolve remained.
How could he not see? How could he not understand that the woman who healed him had been destroyed by him?
So, as he lunged forward, his face contorted with a fury born of his own making, I didn't resist.
Instead, I calmly whispered, "Happy birthday to me." And then, with a resolute step onto nothingness, I embraced my "death," not as an end, but as a long-overdue return to the life and self I was always meant to be. 
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