He carried a bat in his hands, she carried rhythm in her feet. He was taught to chase centuries, she was taught to become perfection. His world was loud: stadiums, headlines, expectations. Hers was quieter: temple bells, ghungroos, and quiet stage performances. A rhythm that didn't ask to be seen-only felt. He played for millions who watched. She danced for the few who truly understood. He loved cricket like destiny. She lived Bharatanatyam like devotion. And somewhere between his restless hands and her disciplined steps, fate decided they would meet. He came looking for peace. She had been carrying it in her eyes all along. He stood under floodlights, she stood beneath temple lamps- and somehow, both kinds of worship led them to each other. His hands were made for cricket. Her feet were made for dance. But perhaps, their hearts were always made for the same journey. Because some love stories do not begin with love they begin with timing, with prayers, with destiny quietly saying- not yet... but soon.

Two Dreams. One Childhood. Before cricket became his world and pastry became hers, there were only two houses standing side by side. One belonged to a boy who could never sit still, who chased cricket balls across the garden as though the rest of the world didn't exist. The other belonged to a girl who was always covered in flour, forever experimenting with cakes, pastries and recipes nobody had asked her to make. Shubman dreamed of runs, stadiums and the roar of thousands of people. Aneira dreamed of sugar, butter, warm ovens and one day becoming a pâtissière. They grew up together somewhere between balcony doors left unlocked, stolen pieces of cake, late-night conversations, ridiculous arguments and meals packed into little dabbas. He teased her about her dreams. She fed him through his. Neither of them knew that while they were busy growing into the people they wanted to become, something else was quietly growing between them too. Something neither cricket nor pastry could explain. Something that would take them much longer to understand.

What if Dronacharya had a daughter? In the age of Kali Yuga, Mayura is one of the world's biggest pop stars. Born to an influential billionaire family, she is half Indian and half American but has spent her entire life in the United States. Beautiful, talented, and adored by millions, Mayura has everything money can buy. Yet behind the glamorous spotlight lies a spoiled, stubborn, and reckless young woman who always gets her way. On her journey to India for her biggest concert, tragedy strikes. The private jet carrying her crashes, ending the life she has always known. But death is not the end. When Mayura opens her eyes again, she finds herself reborn thousands of years in the past as the only daughter of Dronacharya, the legendary master of warfare and the revered teacher of the Kuru princes. Gone are the luxury, fame, and modern comforts she once took for granted. Instead, she must learn to survive in an era ruled by dharma, honor, and destiny. Then, a single promise changes two lives forever. Through the twists of fate, an arranged marriage is decided between Arjuna, Dronacharya's most beloved disciple and the greatest archer of his generation, and Dronacharya's daughter. But what happens when a girl from the modern world enters the world of the Mahabharata... without knowing the story of the Mahabharata itself? Can a spoiled pop star adapt to an age where every decision carries the weight of destiny? Can she fulfill a promise she never made? And as love begins to bloom between two souls from entirely different worlds, will they rewrite history-or unknowingly become a part of the destiny that was always meant to be? A tale of rebirth, destiny, romance, ancient vows, and a love that transcends time.

He was the most feared man in Westeros. Cold. Ruthless. Untouchable. Tywin Lannister did not love. Until her. After the fall of House Stark, Elenor Stark finds herself trapped inside the Red Keep among lions and monsters. What begins as stolen glances and quiet conversations slowly turns into something neither of them ever expected - a love powerful enough to change the fate of House Lannister itself. But love in Westeros always comes with a price. Especially when a wolf falls in love with a lion. "Lion And Wolf" is a slow-burn fantasy romance set in the world of Game of Thrones, following an original story of grief, power, family, and a love that survives even death itself.

Major Rishab Singh 's life has been planned and coordinated to perfection, with protecting the president and performing ceremonial duties he has little to no time for anything unimportant. But as the only son of the prestigious lineage of the sambyal family he is thrust into an arrangement he wouldn't turn to look into once. Between the banter, annoyance and irritation something feels oddly warm and humane. Enter Nanda, the storm to his calm life. A journey of learning, forgiveness and trust. Of ghosts of the past making a return and now its time for Rishab to choose, Build on the future with Nanda or get sucked into the void that came with loving Samara in the past? Join them in the war of worlds! Major × Music teacher Painful slowburn! Assisted by sudowrite

❝What! Why don't you trust me?❞ ❝You want it alphabetized or by date?❞ ❝I can't even look at you right now!❞ ❝Jake, do you even trust yourself?❞ ❝No, but that is not the point.❞ | In which the 99 get more than just a new Captain | [Brooklyn Nine-Nine ] [Season 1 - 8] [Jake Peralta x OC] [cover template from justbeverlymarsh on Deviantart]

a talented fashion designer, finds herself torn between her distant fiancé, and the growing connection with the nation's heartthrob, as they navigate love, ambition, and unspoken emotions.

❝ what if i was your husband? would that make you feel this way? ❞ © -𝐜𝐱𝐥𝐱𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐉𝐎𝐄𝐘 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐁𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐈 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒

❝After we what?❞ ❝Kiss. Four little letters just like my name.❞ ❝And you're nuts. Four little letters just like your name.❞ | In which Monica Geller's apartment has three rooms | [FRIENDS] [Season 1 - 10] [Joey Tribbiani x OC]