𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟐 They thought their story had ended. They thought the war had taken everything. That the past had closed its doors forever. But the past was never finished. It was only paused. Before rebirth. Before the modern world. Before fate brought them together again. There were nights no one witnessed. Betrayals no one uncovered. Truths the kingdom was never meant to know. What truly happened behind the throne... behind the battlefield... ...was never revealed. Now, the past rises again- not as memory, but as revelation. Is the kingdom ready to witness what it never saw? Is the world ready to uncover the love that history tried to erase? Because this time, the past will not whisper. It will rise. And when it does- crowns will tremble. Empires will bleed. The story was never over. It was waiting.

𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝟏 🌙 "They said tonight the moon grants wishes... I looked up - not in hope, but in ache. If there's a next life... Or another universe where time is kinder... I want him to be the one who runs after me - the way I run for him now. But I wouldn't let him ache the way he made me ache. I'd welcome him with the love I've always carried - through silence, through scars, through every night I cried without a sound. And as that wish left my lips, a single tear found its freedom."** - Iravya He was fire forged in steel- a warrior feared across continents, a blade loyal only to his crown... until her silence sliced deeper than any sword. She was softness wrapped in scars- a captive soul with a gaze too gentle for the cruelty of men, yet her heart burned with a love fierce enough to defy fate itself. They shared no language- but destiny spoke in stares, in wounds, in touch. This is not just a love story- It is vengeance dressed as fate. A thousand years couldn't silence it. A thousand lifetimes won't stop it.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧.❞ 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙮𝙖 ╰┈➤ A seventeen-year-old girl who has never known what it feels like to belong. Or at least... that's what she believes. All Freya remembers is growing up alone. Adopted at six, abandoned again at eight-simply because her family got the child they truly wanted. Later, she was taken in by a wealthy household, but riches never brought warmth. She was never their daughter. Only a stranger under their roof. Bullied at school. No friends. No siblings. No love. If there was one thing Freya did have... It was secrets. Dark ones she could never speak of. Ones she wouldn't even dare to share. She thought this was all her life would ever be. Until... One phone call changed everything. 𝙑𝙖𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙮𝙚𝙫 ╰┈➤A name that screams power, wealth, obsession... and danger. One of the most feared mafia dynasties in the world. Politicians by day. Criminals by night. But behind the brutality lies something far more haunting- A family broken beyond repair. Daniel Vasilyev, married to Aurora, the love of his life, is the father of seven children. Six sons... and one daughter he cherished more than anything. But the name Vasilyev took her away. They lost their softness the moment they lost her. They thought nothing could ever bring it back. Until that call... Until the ground beneath them began to shake. This may be a lost daughter story. But it is also betrayal. Heartbreak. Trauma. Darkness. Chaos. And, of course... Drama. TW : Mentions of Abuse, SA, self harm, rape, torture, kidnapping. #1 in father-daughter #1 in lost #1 in lostdaughter #4 in mafiaprincess #10 in family #5 in siblings #11 in foundfamily #2 in brother-sister #12 in abuse #4 in italian

PSYCHOTIC ROMANCE #Book 1 of The Executioner Series. "You sick fuck!" she roared. "How DARE you touch me like that?! What the hell do you think I am?" Her voice thundered across the corridor. "Do you not have a mother? A sister? Or are you just a worthless animal who doesn't deserve a family?" ....... ....... She kept her eyes locked on the man. Her voice dropped.... low, venomous. "You filthy bastard. You think you can just slap a woman's ass like it's your birthright? You think your power gives you permission?" ....... ....... The tension crackled like electricity. He stepped forward, his voice like thunder before the storm. "SHUT THE FUCK UP! If you want to stay alive, then shut that fuckable mouth of yours!" He exploded, his voice echoing like thunder through the corridor. ....... ....... "I swear," she spat, trembling but fierce, "I'll make sure you regret this shit with every inch of your entitled existence." He leaned forward. His voice dropped to a lethal whisper. "Take this as a fucking warning from my side. You messed with the wrong man, and I swear to God, I'll show you a hell that'll make your dreams look like nightmares." The man was none other than.... VIKRAM SINGH SHEKHAWAT The King of Rajasthan. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~ In a world where silence is deadlier than words, will the Executioner's Heart Finally learn to beat ? ELAHI 🧿 VIKRAM #1 in intenselove #1 in spinechilling

Campus Sweethearts is a lively and heartwarming school fiction romance rom-com that follows the thrilling adventures of three inseparable friends navigating the ups and downs of teenage life. Set against the backdrop of a vibrant school campus, this tale captures the essence of young love, friendship, and the joy of discovering who you are. As they juggle their studies, budding relationships, and the occasional drama, these friends learn that sometimes, the sweetest moments are found in the most unexpected places. Perfect for those who cherish the nostalgia of school days and the excitement of first loves. Tropes •Enemies to lovers •Friends to lover •Stalker •She fell first he fell harder •School romance •Slow burn •Misunderstanding •Sunshine x grumpy •Opposite attracts •Multicouple

𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑹𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝑿 𝑲𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 { under major editing } Vengeance was never meant to become love. It was supposed to be fire, destructive, consuming, final. He burned in it, fed it, let revenge carve a throne inside his chest. She, meanwhile, was healing, quietly and painfully, learning who she was when the lies were stripped away. Because what could be crueler than realizing your entire life was a performance? That the name you answered to, the home you trusted, the love you believed in, all of it was a facade. And now you are left with the most terrifying question of all. Who am I, if everything I was taught to be was a lie? Somewhere between his rage and her rebirth, revenge lost its edge. It twisted. It lingered. It stared back at him with her face. And healing stopped being gentle. It turned sharp and addictive, because knowing him felt like knowing the truth, even if that truth was poisonous. They did not fall in love. They fell into each other, into a dark, suffocating obsession where pain felt familiar and destruction felt like home. He wanted to ruin her. She wanted to find herself. Instead, they found something far more dangerous. A love born from ashes, obsession stitched together with revenge, and a bond so dark neither of them wanted to escape it. ⸸ "Get out of my house. The divorce papers arrive at dawn." Love didn't break. It was executed in silence. ⋆♱- "It hurts right here," he murmured, "aur kitna tarpaogi, jaan?" His arms opened like a plea, fingers trembling over the ruins of the place she once lived-his heart, now homeless. ⋆♱- "You'll not touch me." "I won't," he whispered. "And that's how badly I want to, jaan." He dropped to his knees, desire caged, pride stripped bare, his head bowed at her feet, where love ended and obsession began.

Vani × Vihaan Update: friday

​✦ 🥀 𝐏𝐇𝐈𝐑 𝐓𝐔𝐌 𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐄 : 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐒 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 🕊️ ✦ "You aren't the storm that ruins my peace, Kishori ji. You are the prayer I repeat every single day." ​✦ ━━━━━━━ 🥀 ━━━━━━━ ✦ ​She was drowning in a betrayal that broke her into a thousand pieces. He was the quiet priest's son who had been secretly in love with her since childhood. ​Every night after her world collapsed, Apeksha sat at the local chai tapri, swallowed whole by her own darkness. And every night, Nishkarsh sat just a few feet away, silently sliding a warm cup of chai toward her asking for nothing in return, just waiting for her to heal. ​She thought love was a cruel illusion meant to destroy people. He proved that real love is a prayer steady, devoted, and unshakeable. ​✦ ━━━━━━━ 🕊️ ━━━━━━━ ✦ ​🕯️ 𝐖 𝐇 𝐘 𝐘 𝐎 𝐔 '𝐋 𝐋 𝐋 𝐎 𝐕 𝐄 𝐓 𝐇 𝐈 𝐒 : ​🥀 Her Pandit Ji × His Kishori Ji (The Ultimate Green-Flag Lead) ​🖤 Childhood Family Ties × Secret Longing ​🥀 Heartbreak to Pure Healing Romance ​🖤 Desi Aesthetics × Radha-Krishna Devotion ​📜 ✦ [ BASED ON A TRUE LOVE STORY ] ✦

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 1 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥ 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ❥ "I am incomplete without you Just the way Stars are incomplete without the moon" ~Nayantara Rajput "And just like the moon, We must go Through phases of emptiness To feel full again." ~Anirudh Singh Rathore ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── The story revolves around Nayantara, the princess of Somgarh, and Anirudh, the prince of Rajgarh. They were childhood sweethearts who shared a deep affection for one another. Their parents arranged their betrothal during their early years, solidifying their bond. Both loved each other and were set to marry in a few months. But what happened that Somgarh and Rajgarh became enemy. and Anirudh denied to get married to Nayantara. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── What will Nayantara do now? In fifteenth century no one wanted to marry a woman whose engagement was already broken.

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