Nyra Vardhan was supposed to fear the man who watched her from the shadows. Instead, she found herself searching for him in every crowd. A stalker hidden behind a mask. A fiancé she was never meant to trust. Three men skinned alive. And a trail of blood leading closer to her than ever before. Now Nyra stands between obsession and destruction... ...without realizing one of them has already chosen her.
𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 Three months. Three months of silence in the dark. Three months of rotting behind these walls, wondering what was real and what was just another fucking lie. I used to want answers. I used to believe hatred had a limit. I was a fool. I don’t want explanations. I don’t want apologies. And God help them, I will never grant mercy. They took my kingdom, my sanity, and every damn thing I was supposed to protect. They expected me to bleed in silence. They forgot the cardinal rule: blood demands blood. And her? I haven't decided what hurts more—what she did to tear us apart, or the ghost of the woman I still remember loving. Justice is a coward’s compromise. I am coming for absolute, unforgiving ruin. .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 Three months. Three months of carrying the weight of his hatred. Three months of letting the world brand me a monster, a traitor, a villain. They painted me in guilt and expected me to break under the shadow of his name. They thought they buried me alive. They didn’t realize I was born in the dark. Let him hunt me. Let him look at me with murder in his eyes. I won't run. I won't beg. And I sure as hell won't bleed for a crime I didn't commit. He thinks he's coming back for payback. But when the ashes settle, when every mask falls and the truth is ripped into the light, he will realize I bled in secret just to keep him alive. He wants blood. But I am coming for my absolute, undeniable truth.
BOOK 2 in 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐡... 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little rebel- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 18+ content. Mature language!
Nyra Vardhan was supposed to fear the man who watched her from the shadows. Instead, she found herself searching for him in every crowd. A stalker hidden behind a mask. A fiancé she was never meant to trust. Three men skinned alive. And a trail of blood leading closer to her than ever before. Now Nyra stands between obsession and destruction... ...without realizing one of them has already chosen her.
𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 Three months. Three months of silence in the dark. Three months of rotting behind these walls, wondering what was real and what was just another fucking lie. I used to want answers. I used to believe hatred had a limit. I was a fool. I don’t want explanations. I don’t want apologies. And God help them, I will never grant mercy. They took my kingdom, my sanity, and every damn thing I was supposed to protect. They expected me to bleed in silence. They forgot the cardinal rule: blood demands blood. And her? I haven't decided what hurts more—what she did to tear us apart, or the ghost of the woman I still remember loving. Justice is a coward’s compromise. I am coming for absolute, unforgiving ruin. .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 Three months. Three months of carrying the weight of his hatred. Three months of letting the world brand me a monster, a traitor, a villain. They painted me in guilt and expected me to break under the shadow of his name. They thought they buried me alive. They didn’t realize I was born in the dark. Let him hunt me. Let him look at me with murder in his eyes. I won't run. I won't beg. And I sure as hell won't bleed for a crime I didn't commit. He thinks he's coming back for payback. But when the ashes settle, when every mask falls and the truth is ripped into the light, he will realize I bled in secret just to keep him alive. He wants blood. But I am coming for my absolute, undeniable truth.
𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 Three months. Three months of silence in the dark. Three months of rotting behind these walls, wondering what was real and what was just another fucking lie. I used to want answers. I used to believe hatred had a limit. I was a fool. I don’t want explanations. I don’t want apologies. And God help them, I will never grant mercy. They took my kingdom, my sanity, and every damn thing I was supposed to protect. They expected me to bleed in silence. They forgot the cardinal rule: blood demands blood. And her? I haven't decided what hurts more—what she did to tear us apart, or the ghost of the woman I still remember loving. Justice is a coward’s compromise. I am coming for absolute, unforgiving ruin. .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 Three months. Three months of carrying the weight of his hatred. Three months of letting the world brand me a monster, a traitor, a villain. They painted me in guilt and expected me to break under the shadow of his name. They thought they buried me alive. They didn’t realize I was born in the dark. Let him hunt me. Let him look at me with murder in his eyes. I won't run. I won't beg. And I sure as hell won't bleed for a crime I didn't commit. He thinks he's coming back for payback. But when the ashes settle, when every mask falls and the truth is ripped into the light, he will realize I bled in secret just to keep him alive. He wants blood. But I am coming for my absolute, undeniable truth.
BOOK 2 in 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒃𝒚𝒔𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 𝐍𝐲𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚𝐧 "𝐒𝐡𝐡... 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝." . . NYRA VARDHAN The first time I died, it was at his hands. Not with a gun. Not with a knife. No, Aadyan killed me in the slowest, cruelest way possible. He made me his. It wasn't a choice. It never was. He kissed me like a claim, like a war, like a grave I'd never crawl out of. He kissed me like he'd breathe me in, just to tear me apart from the inside. And when he pulled away? He smirked. Like he'd just set me on fire and dared me to beg for the burn. That was the moment I realized-I could run, I could fight, I could bleed. But I'd never be free. Because this man, this monster... He would never let me go. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. AADYAN ZAVERI She thinks she can escape me. She thinks I'll let her go. But my little rebel doesn't understand. I don't let go of what's mine. Not when she fights me. Not when she hates me. Not even when she says my name like a curse instead of a prayer. Because here's the thing about me, little rebel- I ruin what's mine before the world even gets a chance to touch it. And you? You were dead the moment you caught my eye. 𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ𓍯𓂃𓏧♡ 18+ content. Mature language!
Jules never expected one disastrous night to turn into a problem she couldn’t bake her way out of. After surviving a toxic ex, a betrayal she never saw coming, and a life built around keeping her younger sister safe, Jules is trying to rebuild in the only place that has ever felt like home — her bakery. She is sharp-tongued, stubborn, and entirely uninterested in men who wear expensive watches and think charm is a substitute for decency. Unfortunately, Tanmay Zaveri is all expensive watches and dangerously charming. A ruthless investor in the making, a strategic genius in the boardroom, and a notorious flirt everywhere else, Tanmay has been trying to get under Jules’s skin for months. She always shuts him down. He always comes back. But one reckless night, with alcohol, anger, and too much unresolved tension between them, they cross a line neither of them can uncross. The next morning, they do the only sensible thing: avoid each other. Which would have worked, if life wasn’t determined to be cruel. Bound together by family ties, shared spaces, and a chemistry that refuses to die, Jules and Tanmay are forced into each other’s orbit again and again. As desire turns to something far more dangerous, old wounds resurface, loyalties are tested, and the line between protection and possession begins to blur. And when Jules’s world begins to collapse, Tanmay does the one thing no one expects from him. He stays. He helps. And he decides that whatever comes next, she will not face it alone. But love, especially the kind that grows in darkness, always asks for a price. Mature content! 2026.
𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 Three months. Three months of silence in the dark. Three months of rotting behind these walls, wondering what was real and what was just another fucking lie. I used to want answers. I used to believe hatred had a limit. I was a fool. I don’t want explanations. I don’t want apologies. And God help them, I will never grant mercy. They took my kingdom, my sanity, and every damn thing I was supposed to protect. They expected me to bleed in silence. They forgot the cardinal rule: blood demands blood. And her? I haven't decided what hurts more—what she did to tear us apart, or the ghost of the woman I still remember loving. Justice is a coward’s compromise. I am coming for absolute, unforgiving ruin. .𖥔 ݁ ˖𓂃.☘︎ ݁˖ 𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 Three months. Three months of carrying the weight of his hatred. Three months of letting the world brand me a monster, a traitor, a villain. They painted me in guilt and expected me to break under the shadow of his name. They thought they buried me alive. They didn’t realize I was born in the dark. Let him hunt me. Let him look at me with murder in his eyes. I won't run. I won't beg. And I sure as hell won't bleed for a crime I didn't commit. He thinks he's coming back for payback. But when the ashes settle, when every mask falls and the truth is ripped into the light, he will realize I bled in secret just to keep him alive. He wants blood. But I am coming for my absolute, undeniable truth.
Nyra Vardhan was supposed to fear the man who watched her from the shadows. Instead, she found herself searching for him in every crowd. A stalker hidden behind a mask. A fiancé she was never meant to trust. Three men skinned alive. And a trail of blood leading closer to her than ever before. Now Nyra stands between obsession and destruction... ...without realizing one of them has already chosen her.
He was hired to protect her. She was determined to break every rule. Except one. Him. Protecting her was his job. Wanting her was his biggest mistake. She knew he was forbidden. He knew she was trouble. And yet… he wanted her. she wanted him. But some lines— once crossed, can never be uncrossed. OFF LIMITS Where duty ends… desire begins. Mature content! Copyright @feminawrites 2026!
𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐚 BOOK 1 of MOONLIT SERIES She was raised with traditions. He was hardened by duty. Their hearts never asked-but their families did. VRINDA MISHRA never dreamt of love stories. A government school teacher from a respected Brahmin family, she believed in responsibility more than romance, in silence more than chaos. When her father chose an IPS officer for her, she agreed-not for love, but for the man her father saw worth in. ASTITVA KANAN no space in his life for affection. After years of relentless struggle, he wore his khaki like second skin and spoke only when needed. When his mother brought Vrinda's proposal, he didn't refuse-he simply followed the order, like every other in his life. They marry with respect. They live with distance. And yet-something lingers in the quiet. Two strangers bound by duty. Two hearts untouched by love. But sometimes, the softest stories aren't told in words... they bloom in unspoken glances, shared silences, and the promise of something slowly, gently, changing. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。. 18+ readers. Mature content.
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𝐊𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐭𝐢 𝐱 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐫𝐲𝐚 “𝐊𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚 𝐧𝐚 𝐝𝐮𝐥𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐤𝐚𝐫 𝐥𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐚!” BOOK 2 of MOONLIT SERIES He loved her out loud while she bled in silence.
“ᴅɪᴅ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟ ᴡʜᴏ ʟɪᴠᴇꜱ ɪɴ ᴅᴇʟᴜꜱɪᴏɴᴀʟ?” Ahvi Dhillon is a twenty-four-year-old graduate who believes in fairytales. The kind where a prince charming arrives on a white horse, sweeps the girl off her feet, and promises forever. So when the boy she loves asks her to wait until graduation, Ahvi does exactly that. And the moment she earns her degree, she boards a train—ready to run away from home and start the life he promised her. Except reality doesn’t read fairytales. Because the boy waiting for her at the end of the journey isn’t the only person on that train. Ved Gahlot is a singer whose dreams have already crashed and burned. A man running from the life he failed to build, carrying nothing but his guitar and the ghosts of songs he never finished. He’s darkness where she is light. Silence where she is laughter. When the train unexpectedly breaks down in the middle of nowhere, two strangers—one chasing love and one running from life—are forced to share the same night, the same silence, and the same unanswered questions. What happens when a girl who believes in fairytales meets a man who has stopped believing in anything? Maybe nothing. Or maybe… everything. Because sometimes the people we’re meant to find are the ones we meet when life leaves us stranded. 𝐑𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐞𝐟𝐭 𝐦𝐞... MATURE CONTENT!!