What if there was one more fire born? What if she liked Krishna? (this part one of a book trilogy. This book will be finished till where Krishn and female lead finally get married) Read to find out more

Prologue When honey turns bitter, even sweetness scars the tongue. Revenge that was the fire keeping Arjun Rathore Mehra alive. An orphan turned billionaire, he learned that love was a lie and trust a blade. Power wasn't enough. For his enemy Raj Malhotra sharma, Arjun needed something crueler: Raj's daughter, Aarohi. Twenty years old. Blue eyes like oceans. A fragile girl who believed in fairytales. Arjun gave her soft words, tender smiles, and promises under the stars. She surrendered her trust, her laughter, her innocence. For her, it was love. For him, it was a weapon. Then her world shattered. "I never loved you, Aarohi. You were just my game. My bed. My weapon." Her father's slap burned her skin, her mother's silence sealed her fate. Alone and disgraced, she left behind two trembling words: "Forgive me." Arjun didn't look back. In his mind, she would heal. Arjun thought nothing of it. The project was his. Revenge complete. Until fate punished him. On a crowded street, he saw her again wearied, rough-handed, whispers trailing her: "Carrying a bastard... no better than a whore." Tears fell. And then he saw her belly seven months heavy. Every insult she suffered, every tear she shed was because of him. His revenge had left her alone with a burden she never deserved: a child without a father's name or protection. And in that moment, his triumph turned to ash. That was when honey turned bitter. The project was his. But the price was her. Some wounds never fade. Some sins never find redemption. Some loves cannot survive the moment when honey turns bitter. Because the cruelest truth is this: once honey turns bitter, it can never be sweet again. ❝Has Arjun already lost her forever? Is he too late to mend what he destroyed? Or is fate already written in poison? Can even the bitterest honey still hold a trace of sweetness... if only she lets him in?❞ ✨ When Honey Turns Bitter a tale of love, betrayal, and a revenge that cost more than it ever

She loved me when I didn't even know how to love myself. Sahiba walked into my life with eyes full of devotion and a heart foolish enough to believe I could give her the same in return. And what did I do? I crushed her. With my silence. With my indifference. With the walls I built so high she could never climb them. Worst of all? My fucking betrayal. She thinks it's over. That the divorce ended us. But the truth she doesn't know is brutal-she's still my wife. On paper, in law, in name... and in the marrow of my bones. I never let her go. I couldn't. I've spent years carrying the weight of her absence like a noose around my neck. Every day without her has been punishment. Every night, I see the girl I destroyed staring back at me in my dreams, reminding me that I turned her love into ashes. But this time, I won't let her slip through my fingers. I'll fight. I'll bleed. I'll burn the world if I have to. She might hate me, curse me, despise the ground I walk on-but I'll take it. Because losing her once broke me. Losing her again will kill me. I was her nightmare once. Now I'll be her damnation or her salvation. But I'll be hers.

In the cold halls of Mahishmati, where love was a weakness and fear ruled hearts, Bhallaladeva stood alone - worshipped for his strength, but never loved for his soul. Until Shree was born. His aunt's daughter. Royal blood. Yet when her cries first echoed in the palace, he was the first to hold her - not as a prince, but as a man who, for the first time, felt something break open within him. Her tiny fingers curled around his, and she never let go. As she grew, so did his quiet devotion. She had only eyes for him. Not the warrior. Not the future king. Just him. And he? He only smiled when she was near. Her name alone could still his storm. She was light where he was shadow, softness where he had known only steel. No one ever looked at Bhalla the way she did. No one ever mattered like she did. But in a kingdom built on rules and bloodlines, love like theirs was forbidden. Still, Bhalla didn't care. He ruled for her. Burned for her. Lived only for her. Because from the moment she opened her eyes, Shree was the only one for him..

Maya only wanted noodles, Baahubali, and sleep. Instead, a storm shattered the night and dropped a half-dressed, furious ancient king into her living room. Not the actor. Not a dream. But Bhallaladeva himself. Alive. Armed. And looking at her like she was prey. One accidental cut on a replica crown becomes a blood-bond, dragging him from Mahishmati into her tiny apartment... and tying his fate to hers. He wants answers. He wants control. He wants her. When a stolen kiss at a Halloween party keeps his identity hidden, it does more than silence him; it awakens an obsession. Now Bhalla is learning her world...her rules...her body. Powerful, possessive, and fatally seductive, he'll do anything to return home- even if he must take her with him. But Maya's beginning to realise something far more dangerous; Some crossings can't be undone. Some kings don't let go. And some desires were never meant to exist... Especially when the villain chooses you.

All rights reserved In the year 2025, young historian Vedika has dedicated her life to uncovering the lost stories of ancient India. Her latest expedition leads her deep into the Western Ghats, where legends whisper of a once-mighty empire- Mahishmati, now buried beneath time and silence. When Vedika and her team uncover the long-lost palace ruins, she feels drawn to one sealed chamber, untouched for centuries. Inside, she finds something.. A fragment of a broken mirror. The artifact calls to her in a way she cannot explain. Ignoring protocol, Vedika takes the mirror home. At first, it's just a piece of history to study. But soon, strange things begin to happen. The mirror hums faintly in her presence. Its surface seems to ripple like water. Then one night, as moonlight spills across her desk, she sees a reflection that is not her own. A pair of dark, watchful eyes stare back at her through the fractured glass. He speaks a language long dead, yet she understands every word. He calls her Devi. He tells her of a kingdom, of battles, of betrayal. Coming from a lonely home, Vedika begins to live for these midnight conversations. The voice in the mirror becomes her secret, her solace. The man within it feels impossibly real- commanding yet vulnerable, a ruler burdened by destiny. His name is Bhalladeva, Crown Prince of Mahishmati. The same Bhalladeva whom history remembers as a tyrant. As their connection deepens, Vedika sees the man behind the legend, the son striving for his father's pride. The prince overshadowed by his brother, the heart hidden beneath layers of ambition. She begins to wonder if history got him wrong. She faces a question that could change history: can love transform a man destined to be a villain, or is fate stronger than even the heart? A Rift in time for Bhalladeva is a sweeping tale of love, destiny, and redemption. A story where the past and future collide, and one woman's courage might rewrite the fate of an empire.

Radhe Radhe 🦚 In the heart of Rajasthan, where deserts whisper tales of royalty and swords still echo with the pride of warriors, lives the legendary Rathore family - rulers of their land for centuries. A dynasty built on valor, tradition, and an unbroken chain of powerful sons... until fate intervened. After six long generations of kings and warriors, the Rathores were gifted with something rarer than treasure - a daughter. She wasn't just born... she was sent. A miracle wrapped in pink silk, with eyes that melted even the coldest of hearts. The palace that once echoed with discipline now dances with laughter. She is loved beyond reason, guarded like a jewel, and worshipped like a goddess. But within the warmth of love lie the shadows of ancient secrets. Being the only girl in a legacy of men isn't just about being cherished - it's about carrying the weight of a thousand expectations... and breaking them. She is not just the first daughter in generations - she is the revolution they never saw coming. "In a world built for kings, she was born to be a storm." ~vissh🎀

It's a love story between a bava and his mardhal... a bond that was never supposed to cross the line, yet always hovered close to it. Jahnavi Rao - Rudra's mardhal. Twenty-three, sharp, soft-hearted, studying MBA in Hyderabad. She's loved him for as long as she can remember.... quietly, hopelessly, endlessly. Rudra Pratap Reddy - her bava. Twenty-eight, the village president, an MBA graduate, and the owner of a powerful company in Hyderabad. To him, Jahnavi was always a responsibility... until one day, she became something more. When did Rudra realise his love for the girl he swore to protect? How many storms will they face to stay together? And how far will they go for a love that was written long before they understood it? Let their story begin... 💗💫✨

Siri has always felt like a stranger in her own home. Unloved by her family, she's used to a life of quiet obedience and suppressed dreams. When an arranged marriage is proposed, she expects nothing but a cold, transactional union with a man she doesn't know. But Rudra, the powerful businessman and her future husband, is not what she expected. He's kind, patient, and sees her in a way no one ever has. As she navigates a new home filled with laughter and unconditional love from her in-laws, Siri begins to wonder if this "arranged" marriage might be her first taste of true happiness. However, a dangerous secret lurks beneath the surface of Rudra's world. And the man who seems to love her so gently is also the Mafia King of Asia-a title he's hidden to protect his one and only bliss.

Suddenly Neerav snatched the remote from my hand and turned off the tv. "Why the hell did you do that"I said furiously. "Nobody is going to find you I have made sure of that.I have removed and cleaned all of the evidence"he smirked at me. "You bastard.You are going to rot in hell.I am going to kill you ... "I screamed at him.I wanted to jump on him and kill him. "You can't kill me baby you need to walk for that" he looked me up and down teasing me. "Asshole,I hate youuuuuuu." Suddenly he came in front of me.I thought he was going to hit me.But instead he squeezed my cheeks firmly with his fingers. "Don't you ever say that word to me again or else I am going to do something that you will regret"he calmly threatened me. "You are hurting me Neerav. Let.me.go." I tried to remove his fingers from my cheeks but he is stronger than me. He stared at me for a while and left the room not looking back. I started sobbing thinking about my family. ~ Ratings ~ #2 claimed. #2 forcing. #2 forced love. #4 doctor. #4 escape. #13 mine. #16 darkromance.