Their first meet? An accident. Their first date? An unplanned night out. Their first hug? A mere apology. Their first kiss? A silent confession. And finally... their love? Soft, soulful, yet intense enough to leave a forever mark on your heart. TANIRIKA, a 24-year-old carefree woman, never imagined that a single crossing of paths could change everything-until she met ATUL RAYANTH, a 28-year-old man who felt almost unreal, becoming her unexpected miracle. He was a gentle reality amid her endless delusions, her calm in every storm, her home in the midst of chaos. What begins quietly soon turns into something deep, raw, and painfully beautiful, because love is not always a fairytale. When life tries to break him, she tries even harder-to mend him, to hold him, to love him. But... what if fate decides that her love itself becomes the reason that separates him from her world-permanently? Will she still be able to hold on to him...even then? Read YOURS BY DESTINY to discover their true fate, because somewhere along their journey, you might just find the meaning of true love!!💙🖤 ✨ TROPES • Soft Romance • Architect × Engineer • Strangers to Soulmates • Chennai × Mumbai • He Fell First She Fell Harder • Destiny's Choice • Happily Ever After

𝓑𝓵𝓾𝓻𝓫.... 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘵- 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘶𝘯𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘥𝘴. 𝘝𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘢, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦-𝘤𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘐𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘢'𝘴 𝘜𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳-19 𝘤𝘳𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘮, 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘤𝘶𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘚𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘎𝘰𝘦𝘭, 𝘢 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘳, 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘷𝘰𝘪𝘤𝘦-𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥 𝘳𝘦𝘧𝘶𝘴𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵𝘭𝘺, 𝘣𝘦𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦-𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘦, 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦.

She's a therapist who heals others but hides her own scars. He's a world champion drowning in his past. When psychologist Siana Reyes is forced to take on athlete Ethan Cruz as a client, she doesn't expect to face the same man tied to her buried memories. Between therapy sessions and silent confessions, their worlds collide - where healing feels like heartbreak, and love feels like déjà vu. In Between Memories & Dreams - a story of pain, healing, and the haunting pull of a love you thought you'd forgotten. 📚 Genre: Psychological Romance · Slow Burn · Emotional Healing · Second Chances. 💗 "𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑤𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑑𝑜𝑛'𝑡 𝑓𝑎𝑑𝑒 - 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑖𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑏𝑎𝑐𝑘 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑝𝑒𝑜𝑝𝑙𝑒 𝑤𝑒 𝑚𝑒𝑒𝑡 𝑎𝑔𝑎𝑖𝑛."

#𝐈 𝐢𝐧 '𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞🧿✨' 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ✧˖° Ｍｉｓｈｒａ ｗｅｄｓ Ｍａｈａｊａｎ？ °˖✧ ⟡ Welcome to a shaadi where the pheras aren't even theirs, but the rishta might just be. ⟡ Kiara Mishra once believed in love- the soft, school-girl kind that blooms in quiet corners and ends in heartbreak at railway stations. Back then, she was the shy, clumsy girl who fell too hard for a backbencher with a dimpled smile. Years passed. He became a memory. She became a fire- Dr. Kiara Mishra, bold tongue, sharp mind, zero time for nostalgia. ♡✧──────✧♡ But fate? Arre, that old troublemaker had other plans. A best friend's grand Udaipur wedding drags her straight into royal halls, nosy aunties, dhol beats... and him. Ruaan Mahajan. The boy who once held her heart... and maybe, just maybe, never returned it. ✦ Seven days. ✦ Forced encounters. ✦ Meddling friends. ✦ Too many sparks for two people pretending they've "moved on." ✦ And one big, fat Indian wedding that refuses to mind its own business. What could possibly go wrong? Answer: Everything. ...including the way she still looks at him. ...including the way he never stopped. ꕥ A chaotic, nostalgic, slow-burn reunion you won't forget ꕥ ✧──────────────✧ #3 in schoolromance #2 in chaotix #1 in sadlovestory #1 in devotion #1 in crush #2 in secretadmirer #2 in purelove #1 in childhoodsweethearts #1 in teenromance #3 in lovestory #1 in funny

What if the person who loves you the most... hasn't met you yet? Navya Sharma 's life is quiet, predictable, and safe - until the morning a letter arrives in her mailbox. It's addressed to her in familiar handwriting. It's dated one year in the future. The letter warns her to avoid a certain street that day. She ignores it - and that evening, an accident happens exactly as described. More letters follow, each one more personal than the last. The mysterious writer, signing only as "K," knows things about her no stranger could possibly know - her favorite tea, the scar on her wrist, the way she hums when she's nervous. And in every letter, he confesses a love that feels heartbreakingly real. But when Navya finally meets a man who seems to know her smile, her words, her very soul... the line between fate and reality begins to blur. Who is he? How does he know her future? And what happens when time itself falls in love? --- 💞 Themes & Tone Time-crossed lovers Emotional and mysterious romance Heartfelt letters, slow-burn connection Destiny, loss, and hope A poetic mix of suspense and love Will be starting from Dec - 11/12/2025

SHEDULE: EVERY MONDAY When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power?

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.