Arjun being a Superstar wanted to settle with Aadhya, A model with not so good reputation. People always do mistakes, but sometimes they needed a second chance and that's what Arjun wanted. To give a chance to Aadhya and to their budding relation.

What if Amarendra Bahubali had lived? What if Kattappa had never betrayed him? What if Bahubali had ruled Mahishmati? This story explores those very questions-and takes you on a journey through a world that could have been. Disclaimer: This story is a fan-made creation inspired by Baahubali, which is owned by Arka Media Works and its creators. I claim no ownership of the original characters, storyline, or universe. This fan fiction is purely for entertainment and is non-commercial. No copyright infringement is intended.

He thinks I am his toy, he can play with, hold me captive, control and manipulate. She is my doll, who plays with the unknown emotions I have in me until I saw her. She holds me captive so effortlessly and control a devil's heart and mind with just her merry existence. Funny that she thinks she is my captive, little does she know what power she holds, to even erase this monster's existence. Only she can. She is that shade of colour, so much noticeable in my shades of darkness, which is equally dark yet different. She made the devil know what fear means , the fear of losing her. So the devil didn't leave much choice for the fate. Concealed to only one option, the only one I left for her to pick. Showing her what only I wanted her to see. To make her mine. Call me mad, call me insane, call me obsessed but she is my addiction. Good for you if you leave her for me, coz she is the one to hold my sanity between the insane pieces of my soul. If not for her existence, I cannot promise to spare your lives. All the great men that made history, had ever bowed only to their women. I got mine, to mark a new page in my history . His love is different, his obsession is insanely magical. Does this make me psychotic to love his ways . I don't mind. He says I am his addiction. Little does he know what he means to me . I hate him and loved him more than any feeling in the world. I know his secrets, yet I love him. He wants me to love the beast in him, so yes , I love him. He showed me the darkest side of the sun, I didn't knew existed, so do that make him special? Of course. He proved me , love can be insanely beautiful, so yes , I love him. I love him because I love him. That's because he is mine. hello dear readers. CAUTION : MATURE CONTENT 21+ DARK ROMANCE TRIGGER WARNINGS MANIPULATION RAPE this is an original story. All copyrights reserved. plz do not copy. if found plz report.

They thought it was over until they met again.They never called it love..Will sparks fly between Prabhas and Anushka again - with something binding them unknowingly in most precious way?

Tara is a quiet waitress struggling to keep her head above water. She works in a bar which is a place of all gangsters. And her heart fell for one right hand, Kabir. ​Kabir is known as the "Executioner"-the Black Viper's cold-blooded right hand. He is a man built of scars and silence. He is a man made of cold steel and lethal silence, a predator who belongs to no one. Yet, every night, he finds himself drawn to the one place he shouldn't be. ​"You're shaking, Tara," he rasped, his massive, scarred body pinning her into the mattress. "Is it the cold, or is it the way I'm looking at you?" ​"It's the way you're holding me," she gasped, her fingers digging into the hard muscle of his back. "Like you're trying to break me." A story of raw obsession, where the only thing more dangerous than the city is the heat behind a locked door.

When the arrogant, alluring supermodel crosses the path of a business magnate who's a reflection of her in every way possible but to a bearable extent.

In a world where duty and desire collide, Prabhas, a disciplined and pragmatic army officer, crosses paths with Anushka, a vibrant and spontaneous doctor. Their love is as intense as it is unlikely-two opposites drawn together by fate. But as their worlds pull them in different directions, they must navigate the weight of responsibility, family expectations, and the emotional toll of their demanding careers. Will their love withstand the storms, or will life's challenges prove too strong a force? A story of passion, resilience, and the battle between the heart and duty. Story by: with_love_Anu ❤️ Cover by: AvantikaSaha1

Drawn together by curiosity and fate, they discover a connection neither expected-one that sparks desire, trust, and danger. As whispers of fear grow louder and dark forces threaten to tear them apart, they must decide whether their love is worth defying the world. In a dance of magic and heart, their bond becomes both their greatest strength and their deepest risk.

"Do you think I can have one more kiss? I'll find closure on your lips, and then I'll go. Maybe, also, one more breakfast, one more lunch, and one more dinner. I'll be full and happy and we can part. But in between meals, maybe we can lie in bed one more time. One more prolonged moment where time suspends indefinitely as I rest my head on your chest. My hope is if we add up the 'one mores,' they will equal a lifetime, and I'll never have to get to the part where I let you go. But that's not real, is it? There are no more 'one mores.' I met you when everything was new and exciting... the possibilities of the world seemed endless. And they still are-for you, for me-but not for us. Somewhere between then and now... I guess we didn't just grow apart, we grew up. When something breaks, if the pieces are large enough, you can fix it. Unfortunately, sometimes things don't break ... they shatter. But when you let the light in, shattered glass will glitter. And in those moments, when the pieces of what we were catch the sun, I'll remember just how beautiful it was. Just how beautiful it'll always be. Because it was us. And we were magic. Forever." --- quoting from 'Someone Great'.

Maheshwari, a simple girl born into an orthodox Brahmin family, lived a life most would envy,loved deeply by her parents, protected, and raised in comfort. She was gentle, quiet, almost invisible in the crowd of the world.Her birth had been whispered among a hidden circle of sages for generations,a prophecy tied not to glory, but to ruin. Aditya, an ancient demon forged in darkness, had waited lifetime for her. She was the one. The one whose existence would tilt the balance of all that was known. He wasn't allowed to know her, forbidden to sense her presence. But as time shifted, as edges of north and south began to collide, the puzzle began to stir. He was sent with a single mission But fate had other plans. He waited lifetimes to end it the ache, the storm that could unravel both their worlds... and his own Ashes...