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Devil fall for Angel

He is a businessman with a cunning and intelligent personality. He despises weakness. Does the Devil ever fall for anyone? Not yet. But he will fall for someone who is completely innocent and naïve—her, the complete opposite of his usual type... she became his angel. It's not love at first sight; it's a slow-burning love between the angel and the devil.

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THE OTHER MAN

“Hi, this is Austin Luna. Sahera’s friend.” His voice was smooth. Too smooth. “Hi, Aastin ke saanp.” A beat of silence. “What?” “Nothing,” Kabir said lightly. “Nice to meet you, Austin.” He smiled—but there was something sharp beneath it. Sarcastic. Dangerous. —-------------------------------------------------------------------- “Leave me…!!” “I won’t.” “Why?” “First, give me my kiss back.” Her breath hitched. “You wanted to break up, right, Sahera?” Austin’s voice dropped, turning cold. “Then give me back everything. My kisses. My love. My nights. My everything.” “Austin… this isn’t how it works.” She turned away, hiding the tears burning her eyes. “Why not?!” Crash. Glass shattered against the floor. —--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “I am marrying you,” she said firmly. “That doesn’t mean I love you.” Kabir smiled, slow and knowing. “The feeling is mutual, Flower.” “Stop calling me that!” “I won’t.” He leaned closer. “Unless… I get something in return.” His gaze flickered to her lips. Sahera’s eyes widened as she covered her mouth with her hands. —---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “You’ll never have her heart, Kabir,” Austin snapped. “You may have her body. You may steal her first kiss. You may even have her tonight. But her soul—that belongs only to me.” Kabir lifted his wine glass calmly. “Austin… how was the food?” “Stop the bullshit and—” “I asked how the food was,” Kabir interrupted, sipping the wine. “And I’m not talking about food.” “You bastard!” Austin lunged forward—but Kabir’s bodyguard stopped him cold. —----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “Look at the mess you’ve created, Flower,” Kabir said softly. “Look at this.” “No… I didn’t do this!” Sahera cried. “This is you!” Her voice trembled. The room smelled of broken glass, wine, and ruined promises. And this… This was only the beginning. —-----------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The Other Woman

"Why do you always come here, Sahab?" Sree asked softly. "My choice." A straight, blunt answer. The kind he always gives. "Sahab, may I ask you something? It's... a little personal." "What?" "You have a very beautiful wife at home. I heard—Kashish ji, I mean Mrs. Chandravanshi is really beautiful." "I don't know." "You don't know? Why, Sahab? She's your wife." "She can never be my wife. And I can never be her husband. We both... we're just different." "Why, Sahab—" "Sshh. You talk too much. Now shut up and let me sleep." . . . . . . . "Tanishk, why do you keep going there? You know Baba doesn't like this behaviour." Kashish said while folding clothes. He didn't respond. He kept puffing on his cigarette, eyes distant. "Don't smoke. It makes me nauseous." She said, annoyed. He lit another cigarette. And another. Silent. Detached. Kashish looked at him, irritated. "Tanishk, you know what? You're impossible!" She snapped and walked out of the room. . . . . . . "We want grandchildren soon! You've been married for three years. Doesn't our heart also long to see our grandchildren, hmm?" Malini said, her eyes fixed on her son. "Maa sa... it's not possible." Tanishk said, rising from his seat. Malini's gaze shifted sharply toward Kashish, who looked down in silence. . . . . . . . "What the hell is this, Tanishk?!" Malini shouted, stunned to see her son standing beside a young woman dressed like a newlywed. Tanishk himself wore wedding clothes. "Maa sa, she is my wife—Shree. And the mother of my child." Tanishk declared, without a trace of hesitation. The room froze. Silent. Until a loud slap broke the air. Malini had struck her son—the son she had never raised her voice at. Her only son. The one she loved more than anything. . . . . . . . "Sahab... what will you do after I leave you?" Shree asked, her voice a fragile whisper. "Sleep, Shree." He didn't answer properly. Because the truth was—he had never thought about it. He couldn't. Shree had become his life. . . . . . . . "Beta, bolo Maa sa..." "Please say Maa sa, beta..." She looked to her husband for help, but he only chuckled. "Look at your son! He's just like you—so full of attitude!" "No, he's just like his Maa sa... who's teaching him that attitude." Tanishk said with a smirk. She turned away, hiding her smile.

Bittersweet Neighbourhood

Vaibhav — in full sprint — collided. Smack. He slammed right into someone turning the corner from the other side. Mihiksha. She had been holding a brass thali, full of sindoor, sweets, and a small diya. The tray wobbled, spun — and tipped forward. In that single, fateful second— Vaibhav’s hand instinctively reached out to stop the tray. But instead — his palm struck the center of her forehead. Right above the eyebrows. Right where the sindoor should be. Red powder exploded between them, dusting the air, staining both of their faces — but none more strikingly than Mihiksha Roy, who now stood, stunned, as a perfect streak of sindoor glowed across her maang. It looked like he had married her. Silence fell. All the shouting, music, and laughter seemed to vanish into a vacuum.

The Tales of Revenge

Her marriage was arranged to a man twenty years older than her. She had no choice but to accept her fate. She never imagined that revenge would drag her from one hardship into another. She fell for him first-who wouldn't fall for her? But after the wedding, she realized that not all marriages are fairy tales like the ones portrayed in stories. He was driven by vengeance against her family. His plan was cruel: to punish them by marrying their daughter, making her his-if only for one night-and then abandoning her to a lifetime of suffering. But will he return? Will he come to understand his mistake? Will he accept her as his true life partner? Will he...? Step into the world of Mugdha Bajwa and Akhand Pratap Chaturvedi in The Tales of Revenge.

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔘𝔫𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢 𝔟𝔬𝔫𝔡~

Athrav is a man of words, sweet, cute, protective for his Mahi. His one and only love from first, she is his first in everything. Mahi aka Mahiswari is his 28 years old wedded wife. She is the most innocent and lovely wife you ever meet. She loves her home, and she is a homemaker. Her world revolves around her husband Athrav, and her 5 years old son Advait. She has nothing to do with the cunning world. She only stays home and spend her whole day there. Advait is works in a technology company, He is a manager. He earns well to provide his little family a decent lifestyle. For him his wife is his everything. But he is hiding a huge truth that might make his wife away from him forever. What is his truth...? What is Athrav is hiding...?? Read to find out...

Destinated Since Birth

In the city where skyscrapers pierce the sky and ambitions burn brighter than the sun, two lives—polar opposites—are destined to collide. Rudraksh Bhatt lives in the quiet shadow of the ancient Shiva temple on the city's edge. Unemployed by choice and untethered from the grind of modern life, he wakes each day not to alarm clocks but to temple bells. His world is incense smoke, sacred chants, and the silent presence of Mahadev, his only master. To the outside world, he is a drifter. To himself, he is a seeker—of truth, of peace, and perhaps unknowingly, of purpose. Devanshi Rathore is the opposite—a force of nature in high heels. As the CEO of Rathore Enterprises, one of India's fastest-rising tech conglomerates, she has fought tooth and nail in boardrooms built by men and tradition. Feared, respected, envied—she walks a tightrope between power and loneliness, between empire and emptiness. When fate entwines a wandering devotee with a woman of steel, sparks fly—not just of conflict, but of transformation. He sees through her armor. She challenges his detachment. One believes in surrender, the other in control. But both, in their own way, are lost. What happens when Shiva’s devotee meets the empress of ambition?

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