He wasn't heartless. Just... unconvinced. Of love. Of women. Of promises that sound too pretty to be true. She wasn't broken. Just quietly aching. To be seen. To be wanted for who she is, not who she's expected to be. He inherited empires. She inherited emptiness. And when fate ties them together, love doesn't enter gently- It cracks the walls, shakes the ground, and demands to be felt. Loving Through Your Darkness Two hearts. One lie. And a love story neither of them believed they deserved.

Completed in SS 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑭𝒐𝒓𝒄𝒆𝒅 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒙𝒊𝒎𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝑩𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒆 𝑩𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 / 𝑪𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝑵𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 × 𝑺𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝑮𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒚 × 𝑺𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝑩𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝑭𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅'𝒔 𝑩𝒓𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝑺𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒚 𝑯𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇: 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑫𝑰𝑫 𝑻𝑯𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑶 𝒀𝑶𝑼??? 𝑾𝑯𝑬𝑹𝑬 𝑰𝑺 𝑴𝒀 𝑾𝑰𝑭𝑬???? I knew I was being cruel. But seeing her in that saree, so close , wrecked my control. Fear made me vicious. My eyes travelled over her body. "You are trying to seduce me in a saree!" She was fuming. I'd gone too far, but instead of apologising, I polished my ego. Then her foot slipped. Instinctively, I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer. My fingers pressed into her bare skin as I held her over the pool. She felt warm. Smelled...like mine. Too fucking close. Her breath hitched. So did mine. "So your hand on my bare waist isn't seduction?" she taunted . My jaw clenched. She was right.I hated her sharp mouth. So I smirked and removed my hand. She screamed and fell into the pool. I almost laughed. Then I noticed the silence. No splash, she was struggling to stay afloat before the water swallowed her. She couldn't swim. My blood ran cold. "Shit!" I jumped in without thinking. She thrashed blindly until I pulled her up. The moment she raised above water, she gasped wrapping her arms around my neck in panic. I looked down at MY WIFE, trembling in my arms. And suddenly, every logical thought seemed ridiculous. I loved MY HURRICANE ON HEELS(her nickname) too much that I would burn the

It is not a standalone. This is the continuation part two of my book The Malhotras so if you are my new reader please read the first part for the better understanding of the characters, plots and storyline.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.