Orbs In Summer Forest

{Dark Romance , only for 18+} ️Neev Agnihotri , heartless CEO of Nav interprices. A handsome young man who lost his mother at the very young age , as his father followed the lead after couples of the year, leaving him all alone with a beautiful responsibility in this ugly world - his younger sister. He loved her more than his own life. He was living a beautiful life with his baby sister , but unfortunately fate played its game which broke him completely. He is left again in this world, but this time all alone. He kept taking breathe with a fire of revenge burning inside of him so bad, that he can go to any extent just to take his revenge.Aarohi Verma , An Innocent, sweet lovely girl who is loved by her family like a princess. Hatred was a thing which she never got in her life. Her beauty was something for which men were ready to do anything . Like every other girl, she also dreamt of her prince charming, with whom she can spend her life happily. But never in her whole existence, she ever thought that her fate is already locked In His Hell.•••••••It's a story of passion, revenge, spark and not to forget , an unknown love

The night my parents were kidnapped, my brother—who happened to be a police officer—chose to go bungee jumping with the fake heiress. I didn't stop him. Instead, I called the police and began preparing the ransom. In my previous life, my brother had forgone the outing to rescue our parents. As a result, the rope snapped during her jump, sending her plummeting into the abyss. Her body was never recovered. He never spoke a word about it afterward. On my birthday, he drugged me and dragged me to that very cliff. "You orchestrated the kidnapping! You'd go this far for their attention? You're nothing but a monster! Lillian is dead. You don't deserve to live either!" When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back on the night my parents were kidnapped. This time, my brother didn't rush to their rescue. Instead, he ran to the fake heiress. But in the end, he regretted it so much that he nearly lost his mind.

The fake daughter married my boyfriend. My mouth was taped and I was being chopped into pieces by her admirer. The entire family took turns to call me. My mother said, "How ungrateful you are. I should not have brought you home back then." Father added, "Don't bother coming back if you do not attend Samantha's wedding." Brother said, "Let me tell you, you shall root in hell if you choose not to attend the wedding." At that moment, I didn't even have the energy to shout for help due to excessive blood loss. Everyone lost their patience, "Speak up! Are you dead or what?" I could only see the calls being disconnected. One thing they did not know, I was really dead.

Like me, it seemed my younger sister was reborn. In our past life, she was obsessed with the golden boy of the elite circle. She would ditch classes, get into fights, and race through the streets at night all for him. In the end, she died for him in a storm and blamed me for all of it. After her rebirth, she manipulated our parents into transferring me to his class, notorious for being the worst in school. "Sis, this time, it’s your turn to get bullied by him. To fall for him. To suffer like I did." I just smiled. Coming back to life didn’t make her any smarter. Even if she lived a hundred lifetimes, she would never be a match for me.

Liam Danvers, was always looked down on and treated badly by his in-laws and everyone around him, including his wife, all because he was broke. Everyone treated him like trash, like he didn't have emotions, and sometimes his in-laws would beat him up. One day Liam's in-laws beat him up and left him for dead on the streets. Just when Liam thought everything was lost, and he was going to die, a couple introduced themselves as his parents.

What happens when the tormented female lead in a novel wakes up and decides to get together with the second male lead? Coincidentally enough, I'm transmigrated into the body of this tormented female lead!

My four-year-old son dies after someone crashes into him with a motorcycle. The culprit is a college freshman who's just been admitted. I'm devastated, but my husband generously forgives her. "We have to give her a chance since she's such an outstanding student. She's still young—we can't ruin her future." Ha. She has plenty of opportunities and a bright future ahead of her. What about my son? He was only four. Later, I rip his letter of forgiveness to pieces before his face. He wants me to forgive the young lady? No way in hell!

On my husband's birthday, I ask him for 100 dollars for groceries. Yet he ends up transferring 100 thousand dollars to me, saying that it's "to buy Shannon a bag". A moment later, he bombards me with texts, saying that he transferred the money wrongly and that he wants me to return it to him. "Hello? Why aren't you giving me back the money? Give it back to me, you shameless woman!" Just then, Shannon Lambert updates her social media. "It's his birthday, but he's given me a huge diamond ring. It's so weird, but I love it!" Only then do I realize he's been pretending to be poor all these years. He's spent all his money on Shannon, a student he's been sponsoring. I refuse to transfer the money back to him. Instead, I reply, "I'll give you back half of it once we're divorced."

After my husband's car accident, I did a checkup and found out he had a malignant brain tumor. Instead of telling him right away, I stuck the report in my bag, planning to wait for the right moment. Guess what? He found it first—and thought I was the one with the tumor. A few days later, I overheard him in his office, laughing with a buddy: "My wife? No looks, no figure, just money—and now she's got a brain tumor. Talk about a win for me. If Rainee hadn't gone abroad, I'd never have married her. Bad luck, huh? At least I dodged the kid bullet. Once she's gone, I get everything." Then he pulled the amnesia card, blamed it on the accident, and started treating Rainee like his wife. He even welcomed her into our house. I smiled and said, "Nathan, let's get a divorce."

On our first wedding anniversary, my husband came home with a woman who was six months pregnant. He introduced her as his cousin, someone who had fallen on hard times, and asked me to take care of her. I was just about to agree when fragments of imaginary commentary floated through my mind: [She's just my 'cousin'. Uh-uh, that's a cliche.] [Poor supporting female character! A maid by day, the husband's bedwarmer by night.] [But she totally deserved it! If she hadn't broken up the main couple, they'd have a whole soccer team of kids by now!] Wait—what? Supporting female character? Me? And what's this about breaking them up? So now these two get to cheat under my roof, and somehow I'm the villain? Before I could process it all, my husband was already dragging her luggage inside. "Alice doesn't like fried food," he said matter-of-factly. "And nothing too salty or spicy. Make sure you keep that in mind when you're cooking. "Oh, and pregnant women love sweets. Go out now and buy a cherry cake. The one from that bakery in the suburbs."