He was the King, But fell hard for her~ all is fair in love and war. She came to document history. She didn't expect to become part of it. When Nayantara Verma, a fiercely determined history student with more secrets than scars, chooses the locked Randhawa Mahal for her final thesis, she doesn't expect resistance. She especially doesn't expect him. Atharv Randhawa - heir to a fading royal legacy, feared by a kingdom, and known for protecting the gates of his past like a man guarding a wound. Their paths cross in the dead of night, a flicker of cigarette smoke between barbed fences and whispered defiance. She wants the story. He wants to bury it. But what begins as a reckless deal quickly spirals into stolen glances, unspoken truths, and a love too dangerous to name. In a world of power, pride, and broken inheritance- she was never meant to enter his palace. And he was never meant to fall at her feet. The Royal Mistake is a story of forbidden intimacy, whispered rebellion, and a king who bowed only once- for the girl who dared to see him.

Estella and Alaric have been best friends since they were kids, and they've always been there for each other. But after a misunderstanding, Alaric started to hate Estella. So what happens when they meet up again after a few years? Will their differences be sorted out? Will they realize they're perfect for each other?

#EDITING# Previously known as- When the bad boy noticed me. Trap called chaos. Trap called emotions. Trap called life.

"Close your eyes." he croaked, I did as I was told without any disobedience. "Have you any idea how badly I want to kiss you right now?" I shook my head in reply. "Badly, so fucking badly." he whispered as his harsh breath fanned across my cheek. Dark haired and tattooed, Xavier looked like the ultimate bad boy...but weren't bad boys meant to have that boyish charm? The thing is, Xavier was extremely guarded, hot headed and quite frankly, scary. In fact, Xavier was many things but romantic and loving wasn't two of them. He was a building half built, a puzzle with half of the pieces missing... Until he met me. Warning: Bad language (lots of). A possessive delinquent that is guaranteed to make you smile (or cry.)