Aria Thompson died after discovering a terrible truth: her younger sister and fiancé were the ones who paralyzed, tortured, and betrayed her. But death wasn't the end. Reborn five years into the past, Aria decides to stop hiding her true intelligence and leave behind the family that never loved her. As she rises to the top through science, mathematics, and mysterious powers, she carefully plans her revenge. This time, she won't be the victim. This time, she'll make them pay.

NOTE: THIS IS NOT MY WORK Qin Xiaoguo was a successful chef working in the future era. A turn of fate brought her to the past, into a time of famine and uncertainty. Waking up one day, Qin Xiaoguo found herself face to face with a boy who acknowledged her as his mother. Having transmigrated from the year 3024 to 42 BC, Qin Xiaoguo had traveled across a three-millennium time leap to the past. She was transported to a destitute place, and also became mother to a hungry, skinny boy at the same time. Her only comfort to her new-found circumstances was a spatial ring that allowed her to transmigrate-giving her free access to food and other belongings from a different era. After years of raising her son singlehandedly, Qin Xiaoguo had a surprise visitor at her door. It was a man claiming to be her husband, requesting to stay the night. Out of confusion and pity, Qin Xiaoguo let the self-proclaimed father of her child into the house. ALL RIGHT RESERVED: This Empress Is Bored

Lin Wei Xi found out after she died that she was just a cannon fodder in a novel, used as contrast to the gentle and considerate and virtuous female lead. The male lead was her ex-husband, the dignified heir of Yan Wang, his family were superior and brilliant, but the female lead was not her. The female lead was her concubine-born younger sister, and her husband's white moonlight, his cinnabar mole, no wonder! After Lin Wei Xi died, her husband finally married her sister as he wished. She watched coldly at the two like honey in the oil, in love and harmonious, everyone using the success of her younger sister to contrast the impropriety of the original wife. Lin Wei Xi sneered, okay, since your love moves the world, then this sister will come back and be your stepmother! So she married her ex-husband's father, the father-in-law she never met in the previous life, the country's God of war, who has not remarried after losing his wife, the one that hold military power, the brilliant Yan Wang. Later Yan Wang, who was in his prime years and used to act decisively, looked at his small, delicate, much younger wife, and had a headache. No matter, she is still young, he has to spoil her, indulge her, teach her. #drama #fantasy #romance #sliceoflife ✍️ September Flowing Flower

​[He protects the President. She can't even protect her ID card.] ​Major Siddharth Shergill is the President's Aide-de-Camp. A former Para SF operative, he is a fortress of silence, discipline, and lethal precision. To him, chaos is a threat, and emotions are a liability. ​Shreya Verma is a walking system error. A genius cyber-security expert who runs on caffeine and panic, she can crack a firewall in seconds but trips over her own feet daily. ​When Shreya hacks a secure "Service Gate" to sneak into the President's estate for her graduation, she expects a shortcut. Instead, she runs straight into a wall. A six-foot-two, armed, and unamused wall named Major Siddharth. ​He thinks she's an assassin. She thinks he's a statue. ​But when a hidden digital threat targets the President, the Iron Wall and the Glitch are forced to work together. Siddharth must keep her alive, and Shreya must keep him sane. ​The only problem? She is the one security risk he never saw coming. ​⚠️ TROPES: 🇮🇳 Bodyguard x Hacker 🔥 Grumpy Major x Sunshine Genius 🏛️ Political Thriller 🚫 Forced Proximity 📏 Size Difference (He's huge, she's tiny) DISCLAIMER: The Major's Security Risk is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The technical data, military protocols, and engineering concepts described-are for narrative and entertainment purposes only and do not reflect real-world classified information or actual procedures.

"My heart was a canvas, blank and unaware, until the day I met her. Her eyes were the paintbrush that stroked the colors of love, laughter, and adventure. With every moment we shared, a new shade of beauty was added to my life's masterpiece. Her touch ignited a fire that melted my fears, and her smile lit up the sky. I found my home, my safe haven, my forever love. She is the poetry that makes my heart sing, the music that makes my soul dance, and the love that makes my life a work of art." "He walked into my life like a storm, shaking the foundations of my soul. His eyes were the lightning that illuminated the darkness, revealing a love so pure and true. His strong arms were the shelter from the tempest, holding me close and keeping me safe. His gentle touch was the sunshine that warmed my heart, and his loving words were the rain that nourished my spirit. With every breath, I fell deeper into the ocean of his love, drowning in the depths of his kindness, humor, and strength. He is the anchor that holds me steady, the compass that guides me true, and the love that makes my heart whole #6 in top 10 #4 in top 10 ( 25 / 03/ 26 )

Love was never his plan. Not in a life carved from power, fear, and unshaken control. Ekaansh Rayala- the name that ruled Rudravaram, the man thirty-eight villages bowed to, the storm people prayed never to face. He was destruction- until she became his reason to be gentle. His anger didn't rise. It struck. His voice didn't warn. It broke. And mercy... was never part of who he was. Until he saw her. One look was all it took to rewrite a ruthless man. A girl standing too quietly in a world that would never be gentle with her- soft eyes lowered, fingers trembling, a voice so tender it barely reached beyond her lips... She healed lives with steady hands, but flinched at raised voices. The world feared him. He feared breaking her. Too kind. Too soft. Too untouched by cruelty. A heart that chose compassion-even when it cost her. A soul devoted to Mahadev... never knowing she had just stepped into the life of a man who bowed only to Mahakaal. She was everything he wasn't. And everything he suddenly couldn't live without. He didn't fall in love. He didn't even understand it. But something in him shifted the moment he saw her. Because once she became his- not even his own darkness could reach her. She flinched at his voice... so he learned to soften it for her. Bound by rituals they never chose, tied by vows spoken without love- he became her shield... and she, unknowingly, became his peace. Some stories don't begin with love. They begin with a single look- and a man who decides, without a word... she is his to protect. Picture are from Pinterest and credits goes to the owners

Vanakkam chittus!!! One year ago, KAVALANIN KALLI became the start of a journey I'll always hold close to my heart... and today, on that very same day, I'm beyond grateful to continue its legacy with another story written with all my love ✨ •★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★• Shivamithran, a feared CBI officer known for his unreadable silence and razor sharp instincts, has a reputation for solving cases that leave everyone else lost. Calm, observant, and impossible to predict, he notices details others fail to see and asks questions no one is prepared to answer. Vaishnavi, a fearless forensic behaviour analyst with chaotic energy, endless sarcasm, and a dangerously curious mind, believes every victim leaves behind a story hidden between the smallest details. Bold, stubborn, and impossible to intimidate, she has a habit of walking straight into trouble without hesitation like her mother. When fate forces the two into the same investigation, what begins as a few suspicious cases slowly pulls them into a world filled with unanswered questions, unsettling truths, and mysteries that refuse to stay buried. But somewhere between relentless investigations, sleepless nights, lingering glances, and silences that begin to mean more than words, the distance between them slowly starts disappearing too. Find out what happens next in the story: ℕ𝕖𝕥𝕙𝕣𝕒: † 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕾𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖊𝖑 † •★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•★•

𝐀𝐧 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 + 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐜𝐨𝐦 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐰𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐓𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐒𝐮𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 😈🤗❤️. 𝐏𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐓𝐨 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐓𝐨 𝐊𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐌𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐀𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐈𝐭...😊✌️

Ayaat × Shahmeer ( Also can be read as a standalone novel) Top-1 in India . . . . . . . . . "Let me make this clear from the very beginning-" But she interrupted. Lifting her veil slowly, She faced him. Her tone was calm, but her soul trembled behind her words. "I don't have any expectations from this bond," she said steadily. "You've given me your name-that's enough. You'll always be my sister's husband. I'm not here to demand a place in your life. I know exactly where I stand." He watched her, caught off guard by her sudden fire yet nodded. "Good. That saves us both the trouble. And Stick to that. Because I won't tolerate promises you can't keep." He said sharply. Her scent lingered between them...a soft, familiar trace of coconut. He took a small step back, as if her presence had caught him off guard. As if it stirred something he wasn't ready to face-something unsettling, achingly familiar... and utterly forbidden. ★★★★★★★★★★★ When two broken souls, Ayaat and Shahmeer, are bound by an unwanted marriage, they treat each other as nothing more than a forbidden past. Grief, guilt, duty, hate.. defines their bond... until fate begins to rewrite their story. They fall.....slowly, unknowingly, and effortlessly. But will they remain shackled by hate, guilt? Or will they finally allow themselves a chance to live... and love again? Troupes: Arranged Marriage, Second Marriage, Brother in law, Twin sisters, Billionaire, Slow burn, Heartbreak, Trauma, Obsession, Romance, Hate-Love, Baby, Grumpy × Sunshine, Businessman × Designer, Healing each other, Mature themes, Second Chance. ⚠️Content Warning : This story contains Mature Themes. Details will be found inside💗

_____________________________________ ✨THE DEVIL I CALLED HUSBAND ✨ _____________________________________ Amisha (eleven, white kurta, black skirt brushing ankles, single thick braid swinging) appeared at the archway. Her eyes were huge, confused. "Kahan ja rahe ho aap?" She twisted the end of her braid. "Sab log aapko bye bolne aaye hain..." He didn't turn. "Foreign. Padhne." Her sandals scraped closer. "Kitne din?" No answer. "Wapas kab aaoge?" Still nothing. "Aap wahan kya padhoge? Maths? Woh pulley wala?" She tried a smile. "Mujhe bhi sikha dena jab-" "AMISHA, CHUP!" The roar exploded, raw, vicious. He spun, face twisted, eyes black fire. "KITNI BAAR BOLNA PADEGA? MUJHSE SAWAL MAT KAR! HAR BAAT MEIN MUJH PAR LATKTI HO JAISE KOI GADDI HO! MAIN JA RAHA HOON AUR TUMHARA KOI HAQ NAHI HAI ROKNE KA!" She froze, braid mid-swing. "SAMJHAA? TUM EK BOJH HO! SIRF RONA AATA HAI! MOTI, CHOTI, BEWAQoof LADKI! MAIN YAHAN SE NIKAL RAHA HOON AUR TUM MERE LIYE KUCH BHI NAHI HO! KUCH BHI NAHI!" Each word was a slap. He stepped closer, towering. "AGAR EK AUR SAWAL KIYA NA, TOH AAJ HI IS HAVELI SE NIKALWA DUNGA! JAO! ABHI! MUJHSE DOOR!" Silence cracked open. Amisha's face drained white, then flooded crimson. Her lips parted-no sound. Tears spilled, instant, silent, huge. She turned. Ran. White kurta flashing like a ghost down the corridor, braid whipping behind her like a broken rope. Sobs tore out of her throat (sharp, animal, terrified). Abhiraj stood rooted, chest heaving. The courtyard blurred. His own voice echoed back, monstrous. He punched the pillar once-hard. Knuckles split. THIS STORY IS WRITTEN WITH THE HELP OF "AI",BUT STORY LINE IS MY OWN. Please read whole story.male lead have a really good character development This story is from 2000's era.but it will be not that old time one okay there will be still some moment which shows that this family have mind okay.enjoy!!