🖤 Hridaan Deora & Advita Goenka 🖤 In a country that worships power, the Deoras are not spoken of- they are remembered. Old money. Old influence. A legacy that doesn't rise... it endures. Their name doesn't make headlines. It decides them. At the center of it all stands Hridaan Deora- the heir who never needed a crown to rule. Measured. Untouchable. Raised in a house where silence is taught before speech, and truths are buried deeper than loyalty. Nothing enters the Deora world without permission. Nothing stays without purpose. Until her. Advita Goenka. She doesn't arrive with noise. She doesn't ask for space. And yet- doors open. Rooms shift. And something long undisturbed... stirs. The Deora house has always been a place of order. Of control. Of carefully preserved history. But some legacies don't stay buried. They echo. In unanswered questions. In closed rooms. In names that are never spoken aloud. And for the first time in years- Hridaan begins to look closer. Not at the world. At his own home. Because something about her presence feels less like coincidence... and more like consequence. And in a family where everything is controlled, the most dangerous thing isn't power. It's what survives it. In Deora family, nothing is ever accidental. Not the alliances. Not the distance. Not even the affection. And certainly not the secrets. Some are inherited. Some are protected. And some... are buried so well, even the truth forgets where to find them.

🖤 Vritant Vardhan & Adhrita Adani 🖤 He was born in the shadow of the national emblem - a son sculpted by silence, not slogans. She was sent away before legacy could stain her - a daughter raised to heal, not to belong. 🕊️ Vritant wears restraint like armor. Adhrita folds softness into silence. 🕊️ They meet at a wedding neither chose. No past. No plan. Just two names that were never meant to matter to each other - but somehow, they do. 👑 Because history pulls strings. And sometimes, the thread remembers what the throne forgets. 🧵 🖋️ Legacy wrote their last names. ❤️ But it was love that underlined them. Tropes: PM's Son x CM's Daughter Businessman x Doctor Chaos x Calm Rich x Rich Sarcastic x Quiet Delhi x Newyork Heir who hates it x heiress who escaped it Reluctant heir x Hidden heiress Emotionally guarded x Emotionally grounded Slow burn! No cheating!

📚 Silk and Smoke Where silk whispers and smoke lingers, their love story begins. She's couture and command. He's chaos in quiet. Together - they could rewrite fate... or set it on fire. Ivikaa Ambani - the heiress who stitched Paris into her bones and stitched shut her heart. "Silk drips from her touch, fire hums beneath her ribs - Ivikaa, the princess of Paris by design." Adwait Agnivanshi - a man molded by Mumbai's alleys and armed with silence sharper than any scream. "Smoke doesn't scream - it smothers. Adwait, born from Mumbai's cracks, raised in its shadows." Between the bruises of power and the hush of devotion, their story unfolds - slow, aching, inevitable. Because when silk meets smoke... something always catches fire. Tropes : Billionaire X Billionaire Rich X Royal Paris X Mumbai Eldest Daughter X Youngest Son Fashion Designer X 10th Fail Spotlight X Shadows Ambani X Agnivanshi Silk X Smoke No cheating Trope!

| 'Time' Series | | Time#1 : Book Two of The 'Secrets Duology' | *** Mahadevan and Hinduja now stand at the foothills of the very mountain they must climb to get hold of the coin before it goes for a final toss. Remnants of fog still cling stubbornly to the air. And rain has become an ever-present companion now. Washing out everything in its wake. The dark green woods seem more dense than before, and the masks? Darker than ever. Yet the illusions remain the same. And amidst all this, there lay a few paramount questions alone- Who's the illusion? Who's not? And, Who's the illusionist? Who's not? And to answer these questions, there's one supreme task above all-to unearth all sides of that decades-old coin before the final toss and before the exodus of the darkest dawn. *** Note: With all intents and purposes, Secrets Hidden In Time is a slow-burn e-novel in terms of romance, mystery, and the psychological thriller quotient of it. Kindly be patient. | COMPLETED ON MY WEBSITE ✔ |

| 'Time' Series | | Time#1 : Book One of The 'Secrets Duology' | *** The workings of her brain were a mystery to her own pneuma. That's what Hinduja Rao always thought. But, quite similar to her thoughts about her own self, was someone else around her. Her newly wedded husband, the sovereign of the Dogra Empire, Mahadevan Dogra. A man who possessed the might to guard even shadows. To the people who knew, theirs was a simple marriage. But was it really? Together, they stand in the murky twilight, enshrouded by a dense layer of fog, with their toddler securely tucked within their protective hold. But, once the fog sheds, they must hunt for a coin, a coin of two sides, embossing realities that are enough to destroy everything they have steadily built around themselves. The twist? Mahadevan knows what his side of the coin has to say, Hinduja doesn't. Moreover, is everything exactly as it appears to be? Or, all along, what awaits at the end is, in fact, an illusion indeed. *** Note - With all intents and purposes, Secrets Hidden In Time is a slow-burn e-novel in terms of romance, mystery, and the psychological thriller quotient of it. Kindly be patient.

"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐲. **** 𝑨𝒏𝒅 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒘𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔, 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒆𝒂𝒓. 𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒔𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒌𝒆𝒔, 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒗𝒆. 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒄 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒐𝒖𝒕, 𝑾𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚. **** 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝 had everything she could ever want in life. Except him. 𝐃𝐞𝐯 𝐌𝐞𝐡𝐫𝐚 Her brother's best friend. The one man she loves with all her heart, and the one man she could never have. Because while she was devoted to him, he was devoted to his revenge. For two years they loved on secret, and for the next eight, mourned in silence. For unlike Cinderella, who's story started at midnight, hers ended. Only this time, it was the prince who ran away. But this is not a story of Meera's devotion. This is not a story of Dev's revenge. This is just a simple story of Love. Love, that went against the bounds of rationality, and how the world punished them for it. Because the question never was, if they loved enough. The question was always, if they were ready to lose everything they had in the process. And they did. Every last bit of it. **** ❝If I have him then I have everything. If I don't have him, I have nothing.❞ ❝Bhul jao mujhe. I can never be yours.❞

~ 𝘢𝘭𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘈𝘢𝘺𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘈𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪 ~ ~•~ "𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦?" 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘬𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺. "𝘞𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘪 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘪𝘯 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘴𝘪𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦." 𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘴. 𝘛𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘴~ - 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 - 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘪 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘪 𝘹 𝘊𝘩𝘰𝘵𝘢 𝘉𝘦𝘵𝘢 - 𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 - 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵 𝘹 𝘐𝘯𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘵 - 𝘗𝘶𝘯𝘫𝘢𝘣𝘪 𝘋𝘪𝘢𝘭𝘰𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴 - 𝘊𝘢𝘭𝘮 𝘔𝘔𝘊 𝘹 𝘚𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵 𝘍𝘔𝘊 - 𝘊𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦

Cameron Cole has a plan. After yet another relationship ends because of certain shortcomings-literally-Cameron decides it's time to swear off dating and focus her energy into her junior year at the University of Charlotte. There's an internship up for grabs and there's no way she's letting that slip through her fingers. But then she's goes and makes one impulsive mistake that changes everything. Wesley Reed has it all. As the golden boy of the Charlotte Colts football team, he's got the talent, the looks, and a future so bright it's practically blinding. Girls throw themselves at him, professors let things slide, and the world bends to his will. But when a required freshmen paper threatens his eligibility, the two are brought together in a sick twist of academic fate. Cameron can't get him out of her head and Wesley isn't making it any easier with his cocky smirk and insistent charm. Their arrangement teeters on the edge of disaster as unresolved tension and late-night study sessions give way to a steamy, no-strings-attached deal. But in the game of love and lust, someone always has to loose-and the stakes have never been higher.

after a prank gone terribly wrong, hayden jones is sent across country to caldwell academy, a school for the bitchy, the dangerous and the rebellious. and if that wasn't bad enough, it becomes much worse when hayden is accidentally put in the male dormitory, landing her in a room with the school's notorious heartbreaker, chase everett. [not edited...like at all]