•𝐌𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐅𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐘• "यदा त्वं मम दृष्टे तदा कालो न हन्यते। जन्मान्तरे च त्वया सह अहं तिष्ठामि नित्यदा॥" 【𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭, 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦 𝐦𝐞. 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐟𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐬, 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮.】 In the divine timeline of the Satya Yuga stood a kingdom that was once revered for its righteousness, harmony, and unshaken dharma. But now, its glory is buried due to a curse. A curse that is waiting for the divine power, that resides in a different timeline. When time and fate tried to bound love, the devotion was carried across eras by the warrior, who denied to bow down to prophecy. Read the story to know what happens when the cursed prince of the Satya Yuga, bound by duty and destiny, travels to the Kali Yuga to find his soulmate. Will he be able to break the curse or get lost in the wheel of time? Will he be able to survive in the era of moral decay? Or will he kneel before the evil forces of the Kali Yuga?

Ira Ranawat lived a quiet, secluded life in London. She did bartending at night, was a librarian in the day. It didn't pay her bills, but money wasn't what she worked for. For her, life had always been bound to the four walls of her room. Being born in an influential family as a bastard child doesn't allow you much freedom. So, when she was set free, she took the chance and never looked back. The only rule she had to follow? Never step back in India. Easy, right? It was. Until one fine evening, at the stroke of midnight, the sturdy door of the club opened, revealing the most gorgeous man she had ever seen. Ira made a mistake. She fell for the man she was never destined to meet, let alone find a happy ending with. And lo and behold, loving someone, as always, only took from her. Leaving her abandoned, again. Tragic, isn't it? Well, that's how all epic love stories end.

Amidst the chilly wind and gloomy cloud, the walls of the Rathore Palace stood straight bearing the truth inside it from ages. The Rathores, who have abandoned this Palace and moved into a villa can't abandon their past just like they did to the palace. The palace itself is proof of the things that happened inside those four walls. The secrets and truth may lie beneath those ground but it is still there, intact. Waiting for the day someone will take it out... The legacy of this Rathore Palace is transferred with time and right now it is owned by the four heirs of the Rathore Family. The heirs of the Rathore Palace... a puzzle in themselves just like the palace. And their marriages? It's a conspiracy on its own. Each marriage is twisted with dozens of dark secrets tied to it. ||The four twisted marriages in the Rathore Palace.|| ~Join the tale of four twisted marriages of The Rathore Heirs~

"What will you choose, Shaurya? Me....or your revenge?" "REVENGE." _____________________________ But what power does even the Lord of Wrath hold... before the will of the heart? Their love was fierce... forbidden... unstoppable. Until one night......the sky tore open, and destiny rewrote its own laws. But the past never forgets... and neither does he. BECAUSE EVEN ACROSS CENTURIES, THE EMPEROR ALWAYS COMES FOR WHAT'S HIS. Best Rankings #1 in historicalfiction #2 in poetic #6 in king #1 in crowned prince

Anaya Sen sets out to make her most ambitious film yet-a love story set during British India. But as the camera rolls, strange echoes from another lifetime begin to surface. She dreams of temple courtyards, of ink-stained hands, of a man whose words once set fires of rebellion ablaze. Across the decades, their story unfolds-Ritoban Roy, a revolutionary poet, and Meera, a Devadasi dancer bound by tradition but unshackled in spirit. Together, they defied empires, both human and divine, with the power of ink and love. Their passion ended in tragedy, but the story they began refuses to die. When Anaya meets Arjun, her lead actor, the lines between past and present blur. He begins to write in an ancient dialect, and a mysterious phrase-"Ink never dies, it only changes hands"-haunts their lives. As they uncover Ritoban and Meera's forgotten legacy, Anaya realizes that some stories are not written by choice, but by destiny. In a breathtaking twist, love transcends time, identity, and gender-the souls reborn have changed places, rewriting what love truly means. A lyrical blend of romance, reincarnation, and rebellion, The Ink of Two Lives is a haunting tale of art that defies death, and love that remembers. Sharmilee Deb weaves a deeply emotional narrative where every lifetime becomes a page, and every heartbeat, a verse written in ink that never fades.

✨Book Description✨ In the glittering world of wealth and legacy, Shaurya Surveer, a 30-year-old billionaire with power sprawling across continents, lives behind layers of silence and shadows. Ruthless in business and reclusive in nature, he carries a darkness that no fortune can heal-a haunting past buried beneath his cold gaze and carefully tailored suits. On the other side of the city's skyline is Sitaara Dhiwan, a 23-year-old self-made millionaire whose world smells of sugar, spice, and everything resilience. A renowned baker with a chain of opulent patisseries, she hides her scars behind frosted cupcakes and warm smiles. Estranged from her own family, she lives alone-not by choice, but by betrayal. When fate begins to meddle with well-laid plans, Shaurya's grandparents arrange his marriage to a girl of their choosing. But destiny, with its twisted sense of timing, intervenes-and Sitaara becomes the replaced bride. Two strangers. Two broken hearts. One unexpected union. What begins as a mere accident of fate soon turns into a tale of passion, secrets, redemption, and a love that neither of them saw coming.

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐬𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬. Saanvi Malhotra was a woman left in ruins. Stripped of love, trust, and the will to fight by the man who once vowed to protect her. Rudra Singhania didn't just betray her he shattered her. And yet, she survived. Not for herself, but for a promise. But when the truth surfaced, it didn't just rewrite their past, it dismantled the fragile distance between them, leaving nothing but wreckage and rage. Now, Rudra stands at the edge of the abyss he created, drowning in the weight of his sins. He had condemned her, turned her world into ashes, and now, he is back. Back in her life like a storm, ruthless and relentless. He will burn, bleed, and break if it means she will look at him again, not with hatred, but with something he has lost the right to claim. But she doesn't want him, she wants freedom. The harder he chases, the further she runs. But does it matter? No. She can fight, she can scream, she can hate, none of it will change the inevitable. Because Rudra Singhania doesn't love with tenderness. He loves like a storm. Fierce. Unrelenting. Destructive. But Saanvi is no damsel to surrender. She is fire and this time, if she must, she will burn him in her hatred. If he is willing to destroy the world for her then she will carve a path of ruin through him. They are no longer just enemies. They are two obsessions colliding one seeking redemption, the other vengeance. This isn't just a love story. This is madness woven into fate, redemption carved from ruin. And this time, the beast isn't the one cursed. 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲. And there's only one way this ends With her in his arms Or at his mercy.

𝔊𝔞𝔱𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫 !!!

They say love is sacred. But in this world, it's strategy. Where ivory-clad kings walk corridors that bleed power, and queens rise not with tiaras but with trial.Every glance is calculated, every silence weaponised. Here, hearts are never broken,they're bartered. Some marry for power. Some for redemption. Some just to survive. In the empire of masked alliances and whispered betrayals, love doesn't knock- it trespasses. It coils itself between duty and desire, between legacy and longing, until no one remembers where the throne ends and the heart begins. He was raised to command, not to feel. She was built to burn, not to bow. One sees emotion as weakness. The other hides it like a weapon. But even the sharpest minds can falter when loyalty begins to blur with love. And even the most dangerous men can kneel for the wrong woman or the right one at the wrong time. This isn't a story of soulmates. This is a collision of sovereigns. A war where the battlefield is love and the casualties are trust, truth, and time. In the shadows of politics and the ruins of restraint, something is rising. Not a fairytale. A force. Welcome to Siyaasat-E-Ishq: where every love story is written in ash, inked in ambition, and crowned in consequence.