⊹˚₊𝐀 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘₊˚⊹ A 𝘊𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵, silenced by a traumatic past, finds his soul's music fading into a hollow void, no longer able to offer 𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘯𝘴 to his 𝑲𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒂. He falls into a profound, devotional love with a deaf 𝘒𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘬 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 who translates the silence of the world into the language of the divine. As her ghungroos strike the temple floor, their vibrations bridge the gap between his broken voice and her silent universe, creating a wordless prayer that resonates with the presence of 𝑳𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑺𝒉𝒓𝒊 𝑲𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒏𝒂. ༗।।🦚 राधे राधे 🦚।।༗ A Tale of: 𝐀𝐯𝐲𝐮𝐤𝐭 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩 & 𝐀𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 ​𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘩. 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘣𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘭𝘥. 𝘛𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘺𝘦𝘳 𝘚𝘩𝘳𝘪 𝘒𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘩𝘯𝘢 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴.

Book 1 of (The Awakening Series) {#1 Supernatural} {#1 Paranormal} {#1 Lycans} {#1 Vampire Romance} {#5 Royalty} The world went to shit long before I was born. Humans like me use to believe other species were nothing more than fictional characters, myths, or figures of one's imagination. But that was before vampires left the shadows and decided to reveal their species to the world. I've been told that teenage girls use to fantasize about being swooshed off their feet by those mysterious creatures. Insane. Matter of fact, insane would be an understatement, they were fucking lunatics. Vampires are not some fictional character that would love you like no other. No, vampires are not some sort of myth, and they most certainly are not, a figment of anyone's imagination. They are very real, and they despise the human race. In fact, they have enslaved my entire species and formed a new world. Each continent is owned by a ruthless, bloodsucking, barbaric, the vampire king. Every single one of them has played a part in the war of the awakening, showing no mercy, killing without question. Humans didn't even stand a chance. Our army and world leaders were killed or imprisoned in less than a couple of days. They slaughtered my race, but it didn't stop there. No, that was only the beginning of human suffering. Trust me when I say the death was truly a kindness, because anyone who survived the awakening, would beg for death. I was positive that my suffering would come to an end when I turned eighteen. I was hoping and praying to be marked as a feeder, nothing more, nothing less. Death was the only way out of this world. You see, all of the kings who ruled over the earth were cruel and calculating. They are all tyrants in their own right and they all answered to one vampire. Who was known as the most barbaric of them all and I was marked as his chosen. The King of all Vampire Kings. "This book is currently undergoing edits for publication."

Book 3 (The Awakening Series) I live my life to the fullest. Killing every vampire who's unfortunate enough to cross my path, yup I kick ass. I'm such a badass. My people tend to say that I'm full of myself and big-headed. Bingo, they are correct. My gang doesn't seem to mind though and that's why they are my gang. I love those bitches! Fuck fake friends by the way. That's exactly why I was down with tagging along with the gang when we received word that my half-brother managed to escape the demons and wanted to team up with a pack of dogs to defeat North America Demon King. Besides the fact, that I had absolutely nothing else better to do but fuck with the demons, hunt them down, pull out their hearts, and set their remains on fire. I'm a hunter. The baddest huntress you will ever encounter. That's what I was created to do. Hunt. But then it all went sour. Unfortunately for me, fate decided to be a huge bitch and to once again turn me the hunter into the hunted. The bitch totally screwed me! I had it all control into that bitch came along. Yup, fate! She shoved a huge fuck you, up my sex! But it's okay, because she also screwed the demon who's hunting me. The Barbaric Vampire Kings is coming for me. Once again, he won't rest into I'm dead. Yeah, yeah! I heard it all before. The Barbaric fool just wants to silence me and honestly, I can't blame him. I would too if I was him to be quite frankly. He wants to stop me from telling the world that I'm his beloved. Yup, the Hunter hating Vampire has been matched with a Hunter, one of the last remanding hunters of the bloodline that he hates. Ha! Ha! Ha! See? Fate said fuck him too! How sick can fate be? Anywho, I'm ready for him. We are all ready for him and of course, my gang is down to ride. One fight we all fight that's our motto and if my lovely inamorato continues down this path. He will get what he wants. He will die. Trust me. I'm Beretta Banks, baby, and I will never go out without a big bang!

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝟐 The King Of Samrat was once saved by a woman whose identity was unknown except her deep green eyes. But after a night, that woman disappeared like never existed making the King restless, because that night he owed his whole life to her and those Green eyes just captured his heart. After years, under certain circumstances he have to marry the daughter of general family and who coincidentally have the same green eyes he had seen that night. So many mysteries are hidden, two different woman with same eyes. Who was that woman who lost years ago? Are both the woman same but then why they have different face? Will the King able to discover the mystery behind that deep green eyes? 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 #1 techniques (3/02/23)

He shut every door of hope for her... only to become the last door she could knock on. Kanak Agarwal, an Indian Army Captain, is accused of betraying her country, an accusation that costs the nation its finest officer, Captain Shashwat Rajvansh. Hated and misunderstood since childhood, judged by everyone she ever met, Kanak still chose to rise, and to prove herself. Now, trapped under the weight of humiliation and false accusations, she struggles to keep herself from drowning. Just when she tries to surface, there is a hand that pushes her back into the depths... Vihaan Mittal, a reputed lawyer chosen to fight the case against her. Having recently faced the brutal truth about his own father, Vihaan's faith in human nature has shattered completely. Regretting the mistake of trusting his father once again, he vows never to trust a snake twice. To him, people do not change, they only learn how to hide better. Vihaan feels foolish for ever believing in redemption. And when he watches his brother drown in guilt after losing his best friend, Vihaan decides to deliver justice.

She was the most beautiful and intelligent girl of her locality. He was the youngest among his five siblings. She was the pride of her father He was the support of his mother She had a business mind, and right hand of her father in his every decision. He had a timid heart, and his opinion wasn't matter in his family. She was a brave girl who can take stand for herself without any fear He was most miserably used by his brothers for their own selfishness She belongs to a very educated family. He belongs to a very reputed and one of the royal family.... She was the dream of many boys He has only a dream to made a girl his... What will happen when they both will be tied up with each other..... It's not a ordinary story but a love, hate story with lots of struggle in the life..... Let's see who will win... Love or hate??

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝟑 Sacrificing herself for the love of her life, the princess ended up dying tragically. Betrayed by her husband and dying in the sea of fire, her heart burnt in ashes. But the tragic fire couldn't swallow the hatred and pain of her heart. After the surreal tragic end, when she opened her eyes again, she found there's another chance for her to recreate everything. In this life, she wanted nothing but to burn all her culprits in the fire of vengeance. However unexpectedly she ended up colliding with the cold-hearted prince whom she never met in her last life. Is the rebirth only meant for revenge, or there's another chance to find happiness? [ THIS STORY ONLY MEANT FOR WATTPAD. IF IT'S APPEARED ON OTHER SITE WITHOUT AUTHOR'S KNOWLEDGE THEN IT IS BEING COPIED OR STOLEN ]

Prince of Gonda fell in love with the famous courtesan of Crimson Flower. The heavenly Beauty was alluring and her seduction was irresistible. But was that all? What if the delicate beauty has another side that could draw blood of her enemy? Those watery eyes only has hatred filled and desire to take life. Seduction was her trap and honeyed words are her weapon. But the only barrier between her way is the close friend of the Prince who kept ruining her plans. Will she succeed taking her enemies life or it will be other way around?

When I say Samaksh Rathore and Dhvani Shukla hate each other, I don't mean a little eye-roll or silent treatment kind of hate. I mean absolute, hard-core, blood-boiling hate. She's from Uttar Pradesh, daughter of a powerful political family-full of drama, chaos, and zero fear. He's from Rajasthan, heir to a wealthy business empire-swagger, charm, and sharp one-liners. Their worlds collided like firecrackers on Diwali. Their first meet? Vani stormed right in front of Samaksh's brand-new car, screamed at him like he was the villain of her movie, and-just to seal her point-she threw a stone straight at his ride. Sam, of course, didn't stay quiet. He roasted her so bad that the air was filled with insults louder than traffic horns. Their second meet? Worse. Another argument, another war. This time Sam threw the word "Bhagodi" at her, mocking the fact that she had run away from home. And Vani? She didn't waste a second-her hand flew, and the slap echoed louder than their shouting. Now, just the sight of each other makes their blood boil. If looks could kill, Sam and Vani would have destroyed each other long ago. Enemies isn't even the word... these two are living, breathing disasters waiting to explode.

In a time when radios played Lata's songs and letters carried feelings deeper than words ever could, she met him-on the first day of college, twenty years after India gained independence. He wasn't a freedom fighter, but he freed something in her. A smile. A feeling. A love she never dared to name. He loved sitars when the world had moved on to guitars. He loved books, children, music... and she? She loved him. Quietly. Completely. From behind the veil of silence every sanskaari girl was taught to wear back then. He was the boy every girl admired. She was that quiet girl-who changed herself, little by little, just to be noticed. While he chased dreams and disappeared into the world, she stayed behind-with ink-stained fingers and a heart that beat only for him. She doesn't know where he is now. But she remembers the way he once looked at her, like she mattered. And now, decades later, all she has are her memories... and a diary that was never really about her. It was always about Him.