On the flight back to Jaigarh, I'm served with a glass of wine and a bunch of magazines. I look through the wide variety of options. Forbes, Vogue, Muse, Femina, Harper Bazaar, and several other. But not a single copy of Icon. If it's not already clear, the magazine is so full of jejune and uninteresting substances that it isn't even worth keeping on an hour short commercial flight.
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If the world is stripped of its beauty, what remains? Men. That is how Mahira Trivedi sees it. They call her a misandrist. She despises the word. It feels flimsy, inadequate, and absolutely incapable of capturing the depth of her loathing. To her, men are intolerable, regardless of whatever redeeming qualities they might pretend to possess. She can no longer stomach their presence in her emotional space. And yet, she runs one of India’s leading security firms, dominant in both physical and cyber defense. You don’t climb to such heights while clinging to discrimination or bias, so compromises have to be made. Men exist in her world only where they are useful: the office. Nowhere else. Yuvaan Singh Chauhan refuses to grasp that simple truth. He barges in. He wants attention. He demands an apology. For what? She doesn’t even remember. But she knows one thing with absolute clarity; You can’t wrong men. You can only hate them. If he wants an apology, he’ll have to chase her to the ends of the earth, and even then, she will step aside just in time to let him plunge to his death. Good riddance, right?
For someone who has sworn off men, Mahira’s biggest nightmare is getting married to one. After all, she made a promise to her mother—one she intends to keep. But one thing leads to another, and with mistakes and misunderstandings piling up on her conscience, Mahira has no choice but to stand at the altar with him. She is supposed to be just a placeholder until the real bride comes back. That was the deal. Except he has made sure the real bride never returns, and before Mahira can realise the truth behind their sham of a marriage, she falls in love with him. With a stalker from the past determined to kill her and a husband she has grown to love but can’t trust anymore, Mahira stands at the crossroads of her life’s biggest test. Should she choose the promise she made to her mother, or the man whose love outweighs his lies? But there’s one thing she hasn’t realised yet— Despite the choice she makes, he isn’t letting her go.
If the world is stripped of its beauty, what remains? Men. That is how Mahira Trivedi sees it. They call her a misandrist. She despises the word. It feels flimsy, inadequate, and absolutely incapable of capturing the depth of her loathing. To her, men are intolerable, regardless of whatever redeeming qualities they might pretend to possess. She can no longer stomach their presence in her emotional space. And yet, she runs one of India’s leading security firms, dominant in both physical and cyber defense. You don’t climb to such heights while clinging to discrimination or bias, so compromises have to be made. Men exist in her world only where they are useful: the office. Nowhere else. Yuvaan Singh Chauhan refuses to grasp that simple truth. He barges in. He wants attention. He demands an apology. For what? She doesn’t even remember. But she knows one thing with absolute clarity; You can’t wrong men. You can only hate them. If he wants an apology, he’ll have to chase her to the ends of the earth, and even then, she will step aside just in time to let him plunge to his death. Good riddance, right?
❝Mummy, meri shaadi karvado.❞ Aditya Shrivastava had lived half of his life third-wheeling his friends and their partners. While they went on dates, he was debugging a hundred lines of code. While they got married, he was breaking sweat for an early promotion. Now they're all happy and settled, and he can't help but envy them. Getting a girl on his own was an impossible feat to achieve for Aditya. He couldn't even keep a stable eye contact with people of the opposite gender. Hence, he heavily relied on his mother to get him hitched. He was desperate for a life like his settled friends, unaware there's more to a relationship than book-y romance and cuddle nights. And when he crosses paths with Priya Mathur, the elder sister of the first potential bride he wishes to meet, his life goes spiralling in a whirlwind of sweet and sour love he hadn't expected himself to fall for. Cover credit: @ mystwhizzpuzz on IG
Ira Ranawat lived a quiet, secluded life in London. She did bartending at night, was a librarian in the day. It didn't pay her bills, but money wasn't what she worked for. For her, life had always been bound to the four walls of her room. Being born in an influential family as a bastard child doesn't allow you much freedom. So, when she was set free, she took the chance and never looked back. The only rule she had to follow? Never step back in India. Easy, right? It was. Until one fine evening, at the stroke of midnight, the sturdy door of the club opened, revealing the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Ira made a mistake. She fell for the man she was never destined to meet, let alone find a happy ending with. And lo and behold, loving someone, as always, only took from her. Leaving her abandoned, again. Tragic, isn't it? Well, that's how all epic love stories end.
What are the odds of a love happening between a man with failed parents and a woman who is a failed parent? In a normal setting, none. However, there's was no normal setting. When the second-in-line Prince of Jaigarh starts receiving death threats from a patient's husband he recently operated on, the royal palace goes into chaos. He's immediately appointed a bodyguard, who much to his chagrin, happens to be his brother's closest loyal. They don't see eye to eye. And they cannot stand each other. But bound to his brother's words, he accepts the woman, on a condition that she stays at least five feet behind him. And it was supposed to stay that way. Before he comes face to face with someone from the past, someone who had told him he'd die single. As they say, desperate times call for desperate measures. Which is how he ends up introducing his bodyguard as his new girlfriend who he's so besotted by. In a nutshell, it's a set-up. So what could go wrong? Turns out, when feelings get involved, everything. cover credit: @mystwhizzpuzz on IG
Sara Rajawat has walked half her journey for vengeance alone. Things are getting tougher. More dangerous. More brutal. She might not be prepared to control the tsunami of consequences threatening to engulf her. So he steps in. With a wedding ring in his hand. Her ex-husband, the King of Jaigarh, a man feared by all, defied by none. And offers her his power, his throne, his sword, wanting nothing in return. Or so she is made to believe. Because once the Queen obliterates all the pieces on the board, the King is taking her for himself. *Content and Trigger warning: gore language, violence, graphic description of sex, mentions of suicide, past trauma.
Rudra Rana Singh Rawal was abandoned at the age of two. Stolen name. Stolen identity. Stolen crown. He has lived the life of a thief despite being a Prince. There's only one thing he is surviving for: Revenge. And there's only one person he's living for: His Esther. Who's more important? The reason that's keeping him alive, or the reason he hasn't given up for? He's afraid he'll have to steal one to win another. But revenge is a war. It cannot be stolen. It should be won. And this time, he's determined to rise as a winner. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse, child molestation, and suicide
Taranya Singh Chauhan stands between two truths. Both wearing a mask. Which one will she believe? The one wearing the night, or the one doused in light? Will she make a right choice? Or will she make a choice at all? *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse, child molestation, and suicide.
Secret: The most fatal weapon of the mankind. But careful, for it depends on whether you're capable of wielding it. Taranya Chauhan never was. She wasn't ready for the world awaiting her, neither for the secrets it held. But when she was shoved headfirst in it, she knew she had to swim up to not drown. Now it's a matter of time before she finds out who's pulling her underwater and who's helping her on the surface. *Content and Trigger warning: This book contains past references to abuse and child molestation.
For someone who has sworn off men, Mahira’s biggest nightmare is getting married to one. After all, she made a promise to her mother—one she intends to keep. But one thing leads to another, and with mistakes and misunderstandings piling up on her conscience, Mahira has no choice but to stand at the altar with him. She is supposed to be just a placeholder until the real bride comes back. That was the deal. Except he has made sure the real bride never returns, and before Mahira can realise the truth behind their sham of a marriage, she falls in love with him. With a stalker from the past determined to kill her and a husband she has grown to love but can’t trust anymore, Mahira stands at the crossroads of her life’s biggest test. Should she choose the promise she made to her mother, or the man whose love outweighs his lies? But there’s one thing she hasn’t realised yet— Despite the choice she makes, he isn’t letting her go.
If the world is stripped of its beauty, what remains? Men. That is how Mahira Trivedi sees it. They call her a misandrist. She despises the word. It feels flimsy, inadequate, and absolutely incapable of capturing the depth of her loathing. To her, men are intolerable, regardless of whatever redeeming qualities they might pretend to possess. She can no longer stomach their presence in her emotional space. And yet, she runs one of India’s leading security firms, dominant in both physical and cyber defense. You don’t climb to such heights while clinging to discrimination or bias, so compromises have to be made. Men exist in her world only where they are useful: the office. Nowhere else. Yuvaan Singh Chauhan refuses to grasp that simple truth. He barges in. He wants attention. He demands an apology. For what? She doesn’t even remember. But she knows one thing with absolute clarity; You can’t wrong men. You can only hate them. If he wants an apology, he’ll have to chase her to the ends of the earth, and even then, she will step aside just in time to let him plunge to his death. Good riddance, right?
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