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When Angelina O'Hara finally escapes her past, she believes she’s found safety with her children and the man who loves her. But shadows don’t let go that easily. Strange warnings begin to appear, secrets tighten around the house, and danger slips closer with every quiet night. Angel has no idea thyher five-year-old twins, brilliant, perceptive, and far too grown for their age are watching everything. And they’re about to uncover a truth that will shake the entire family. Not every threat knocks. Sometimes… it stands at your gate.

When Alicia discovers that he should submit a project on the history of jaipur, a country in the middle of the desert, she took the road to this destination with her best friend, Sarah who was her partner. She was fascinated by the story but she was even more fascinated by the misery that was marked on the faces of the inhabitants and she did not fail to share this pain with a complete stranger at the edge of the royal beach. A few days later, when the Sheikh's brother invited Sarah to his big brother's birthday, she found the right moment to photograph the wonders of this country in the royal museum. A museum she had dreamed of visiting since the moment Elle had seen it on the Internet. She knew it was dangerous but she wanted to excel in her project at all costs. That evening, after dancing with a man she would have liked to have married, she went discreetly towards her goal. But what will happen when Alicia discovers that she was being observed, during the entire duration of the photo shoots??

PrologueUnder the bruised purple sky of a city that never slept, Celine stood frozen in the doorway of her modest apartment, the betrayal unfolding before her like a slow-motion car crash she couldn't look away from. There, sprawled across her bed—rumpled sheets tangled around their naked limbs—was her boyfriend of two years, Jamal, thrusting desperately into the lithe body of her identical twin sister, Celeste, who moaned theatricall y with the kind of fake ecstasy reserved for gold-digging performances. Celeste's designer heels kicked lazily against the headboard Celine had paid for herself, while Jamal grunted like a man compensating for something tragically inadequate.The air thickened with the stench of cheap perfume and sweat, Celeste's manicured nails raking down Jamal's back as she locked eyes with her twin—not with shame, but with smug triumph. "Oops," Celeste purred, not even bothering to cover her perfect, surgically enhanced breasts. "Didn't expect you home early, sis. Guess the pencil dick couldn't wait."Celine's heart didn't shatter; it ignited. Five years of playing second fiddle to her family's golden child—the one with the "marriageable" beauty, the one who landed modeling gigs while Celine scrubbed toilets at Al-Miraj Grand Palace—had forged her into something unbreakable. She dropped her work bag with deliberate calm, the metallic clatter echoing like a guillotine. "Get out," she said, voice steady as desert stone. Jamal scrambled up, his pathetic erection wilting under her dissecting gaze. "Both of you. Now."Jamal stammered excuses, yanking on boxers that did nothing to hide his inadequacy. "Babe, it just happened—""Pencil dick," Celine interrupted, the words landing like lashes. "That's all you've ever been. Celeste can have your three minutes of disappointment." Celeste laughed, slipping into a silk robe, but Celine saw the flicker—envy for her twin's unscarred confidence, untouched by the scalpels that kept Celeste's face "marketable."By midnight, they were gone, leaving behind crumpled lingerie and a eviction notice Celine had printed from her phone. She didn't cry. She showered off their filth, dressed in her tightest black dress—the one Jamal always ogled but never appreciated—and stormed into O'Malley's Bar, the city's underbelly dive where forgotten women drowned ambitions in five-dollar shots.Three tequilas in, celebrating her "five-month anniversary" of fooling herself with Jamal, Celine felt the haze descend. That's when he appeared—a towering shadow in tailored black, hazel eyes burning through the smoke like predator's gold. Idris Al-Miraj, though she would never know his name that night, slid onto the stool beside her, his sandalwood cologne cutting through the stale beer stink."You're celebrating alone?" His voice was velvet over steel, accented with desert winds."Freedom," she slurred, clinking her glass against his scotch.

मुंबई के सबसे लग्ज़री होटल का मालिक – *रिषभ मल्होत्रा*… नाम, दौलत और रुतबा सब कुछ उसके पास है, लेकिन उसकी ज़िंदगी में प्यार की कमी है। एक दिन उसी होटल के मशहूर रेस्टोरेंट में उसकी नज़र पड़ती है *दिशा* पर—साधारण सी वेट्रेस, जिसकी मुस्कान दिल को छू जाती है और जिसकी सादगी आँखों से उतरकर सीधे रूह में बस जाती है। पर दिशा कोई आम लड़की नहीं है… उसकी आँखों के पीछे छुपा है एक **दर्दनाक अतीत** और इस होटल में काम करने की उसकी वजह सिर्फ़ नौकरी नहीं, बल्कि एक **गुप्त मकसद** है। रिषभ का दिल धीरे-धीरे दिशा की तरफ खिंचने लगता है, लेकिन क्या वो जान पाएगा कि जिस लड़की से वो मोहब्बत करने लगा है, वही उसके होटल में एक बड़ा राज़ लेकर आई है? ✨क्या दिशा अपने अतीत का सच छुपा पाएगी? ✨क्या रिषभ का प्यार उसके ज़ख्मों को भर पाएगा या उन्हीं जख्मों से उसकी दुनिया उजड़ जाएगी? ✨प्यार, दर्द और रहस्यों से भरी ये कहानी आपको हर एपिसोड में सीट से बाँधे रखेगी।

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Mohammad Ashif sheikh

In the wake of Gol D. Roger's execution, the world holds its breath. Pirates flood the seas. Marines tighten their grip. And in the forgotten South Blue, on an island so small it barely earns a dot on most maps, a sixteen-year-old boy with no devil fruit, no family name, and no special destiny decides to leave. His name is Kuroishi Ran. He wants one thing — absolute freedom. Not a throne. Not a title. Not the world's recognition. Just open water and no one above him. He boards a merchant ship heading east with a single bag, calloused hands, and four years of self-taught training behind him. No mentor. No crew. No plan beyond the direction. What he does have is something he can feel but cannot yet name — a heat in his chest that surfaces only when everything else runs out, when his body is past its limit and something deeper opens. The sea will teach him what it is. This is the story of a man who becomes a pirate not for treasure or glory but because the sea is the only place in the world where no one can tell him what he is. It is a story told in ports and storms and training sessions before dawn. In the people he meets and parts from and meets again years later when the sea has changed them both. In the slow, honest, brutal development of a power earned rather than granted. Ran will cross the South Blue. He will reach the Grand Line. He will build something from nothing, by will alone, and the world will eventually learn his name. But that is later. For now — he is sixteen, the ship is heading east, and the horizon keeps retreating the way horizons do. He follows it anyway.

HIDUP SEBAGAI ORANG YANG ANEH

On the return of his hometown, Valentino discovers that his hometown has changed along with the turbulent decade of the 1960's. His family stuck in the violent past of World War 2 as well as the contemporary fear of the Vietnam War loom over him and his two brothers. However, fear comes in many forms.

Fu Xiaoxiao transmigrates into a book and immediately faces the crisis of being sent to the countryside. As the unloved middle child, her younger sister is the one meant to go — but her mother transfers her job to the sister instead. A disaster of a start. To avoid being sent away, she has to marry within seven days. She meets a few ordinary men and decides she'd rather go to the countryside. Then she runs into a neighbor who's also looking for a spouse — and his conditions are surprisingly good. A dowry of three hundred? Bicycles and a radio? Just take care of the kids, and separate rooms are fine? The others may pass, but she won't. Every day is a battle of wits with the two kids. Life is eventful, she gets a salary every month, and the boss is never home. Absolutely perfect. Except... wasn't this big shot supposed to be infertile? Then why does he keep strutting around naked in front of her? She has professional ethics. She won't be seduced by a good body. Hmph. Men only slow down her sword swing. Lu Feng grits his teeth at Fu Xiaoxiao, who remains completely unmoved by his countless attempts to seduce her, and traps her in his arms. "Boss, let's talk this through. I know forty a month is a bit much — how about... five less?" Trapped in his embrace, Fu Xiaoxiao thinks he's unhappy with her high salary and starts bargaining. "I'm giving myself to you for free." Lu Feng grinds out through clenched teeth. This woman has no heart. "...Can I say no?" Fu Xiaoxiao swallows, staring at the washboard abs so close. "Such a good deal — are you sure you don't want it?" Lu Feng squints, tempting her. "Fine." A fool turns down a bargain.