Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

𝐒𝐚𝐟𝐚𝐫-𝐞-𝐃𝐢𝐥 (سفرِ دل): 𝐉𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 ♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡ Then, his voice broke again, and he admitted something that made Zara's heart tighten. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙, 𝙕𝙖𝙧𝙖," he said, his eyes searching hers for reassurance. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙡𝙤𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙮." Zohraan buried his face deeper into Zara's chest, seeking solace in her warmth, his words muffled but heavy with fear. "𝙄'𝙢 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙... 𝙨𝙘𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙣𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙖𝙬𝙖𝙮 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙚, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙄'𝙡𝙡 𝙗𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧," he confessed, his voice cracking with the weight of his vulnerability. His grip tightened around her waist, holding onto her as though letting go would make his nightmare come true. Zara could feel his body trembling against hers, the raw emotion seeping into every word. "𝙄 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙨𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙕𝙤𝙝𝙧𝙖𝙖𝙣..." she whispered, her voice soft but steady, filled with a calm reassurance only she could give him. "𝙉𝙤 𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙥𝙪𝙡𝙡 𝙪𝙨 𝙖𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩." She gently raised his chin, guiding his tear-streaked face to hers. "𝙉𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙩... 𝙞𝙩'𝙨 𝙛𝙞𝙙 𝙙𝙪𝙣𝙮𝙖 𝙬𝙖𝙡 𝙖𝙠𝙝𝙞𝙧𝙖𝙝," she whispered, sealing her promise with a kiss on his forehead. Her lips lingered there, offering comfort and security. As she kissed away the tears that followed, a fresh wave of emotion broke through his once composed exterior. ♡.﹀﹀﹀﹀.♡ Peek in to know more ♡

"come here babygirl"he called y/n softly,she goes near him,"yes daddy" she said ,"Give me a STRIP show NOW" He said, shocking her

In the bustling halls of high school, Aisha reigns as the epitome of success-beautiful, popular, and academically brilliant. However, when a nationwide sports tournament descends upon her school, it brings not only the thrill of competition but also a reunion with her past. Her old flame and estranged best friend, along with a multitude of faces she once wronged, resurface to challenge the carefully crafted facade of her new life. Amidst the chaos, sparks ignite between Aisha and Vihaan. As tensions rise and old emotions resurface, Aisha finds herself entangled in a web of conflicting feelings. Can she navigate the complexities of her past, make peace with the choices she's made, and find solace in her present? Or will the haunting specters of her history pull her back into the vortex of old memories, leaving her torn between what was and what could be?