When the Kala Chakra is messed up, the actions hold consequences. Two women, strangers to eachother endup in Kashi due to cancelled flights. The curious hearts tampered an ancient relic, causing them to travel back in time. Be it fate or destiny, they now find themselves in the face of one of the greatest wars that ever took place. Will they stick together? Will they find a place in dwapar yug? Will they change the predestined events? Will they prevent the war? Only time has the answer.

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟕 × 𝟐𝟖 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: # 𝟐 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐑𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 Four years. Ask Zahir Pratap Ravalyan how many days, how many minutes, how many seconds those years hold. Ask me why, despite having everything -power, name, and the throne -I was never content. I was born to rule. Trained to conquer. Disciplined to reign. But now, all I want is to tear away the veil hiding the stranger who wears my wife's face. Because she looks like her. She breathes like her. Yet she is not my wife. Then tell me- Who is she?

A Dark Academia Mystery Thriller Professor Student Romance. ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ " Prof RDO, I'll never ever accept you as my husband , you used me for your own gains, I don't consider this marriage as real " She cries clutching his collar tightly in her hands. Her heart bleeding, splintering into pieces. This cannot be the man she has loved since her childhood. " Hmm Mrs RDO, Let's see how long you keep on this oath wife " He groans licking her tears holding her close in his arms. What if she runs away again just like before. " You are such a monster, you ruined my dreams, my hopes , my everything " She hits a series of slaps over his chest And he takes all of it. Because this woman is his life, his everything. Only if she knew why he took such a drastic step. " Now give me divorce and let me go or else I'll------- ummmm " She can't complete her sentence when a pair of rough familiar lips engulf her mouth in a ravaging kiss. ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● A story about loving someone so deeply that you forget how to love them right. It's a story about love that went too far. About obsession disguised as devotion. This is where it all begins........... ●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●●● Extreme mature content ( 18+) Sequel of Quantum Obsession

Qurb-e-Naqaab (Closeness in Disguise) He is the nation's most captivating politician-silver-haired, scarred, and untouchable. She is a quiet librarian-bookish, dimples flashing, a woman who never expected her life to be rewritten overnight. A marriage born out of hurry places Nadia Ahmed in the orbit of Yahir Badar, a man adored by the public yet feared in silence. The closer she draws to him, the more she learns that his charm is a mask, his touch both protection and possession. In a world of power games, hidden enemies, and secrets buried deeper than graves, Nadia must decide whether love is her greatest refuge-or the sharpest trap of all. A tale of desire, deception, and dangerous closeness... where every glance burns, and every silence hides a secret.

He was waiting outside the OP, there for his student who had been injured during a fight over a phone. As he sat, casually glancing at his own phone, he suddenly heard the faint sound of a baby crying. Curious, he turned toward the sound-and froze. There, outside the pediatric care unit, sat his wife with their son crying in her arms. His heart ached-it had been months since he last saw his son. His gaze shifted to his wife, gently consoling the child. Her face looked tired, pale, and completely drained. Without a second thought, he stood, tears welling in his eyes. Each step he took felt heavy, his chest tightening with every cry from his son. As he neared, he saw her clothes were faded and worn. Her feet were bare, hardened from walking-clearly straight from the farm. His heart clenched. His eyes moved to his son-he had grown so much. She was so focused on calming the baby that she didn't notice him at first. Tears filled her eyes as she held their feverish child close. He softly called her name. Startled, she looked up-and froze. Then she quickly lowered her gaze and tried to get up. He gently placed a hand on her shoulder, stopping her. She sat back down, turning her face away, quietly wiping her tears. He reached out to take their son. The moment he held him, he felt the heat-his little body was burning with fever. A chill ran through him. After all these months, seeing his child like this was unbearable. He loved his wife and son deeply, but his loyalty to his mother-and obedience to her word-always came first. Between a mother who owned his soul and a wife who held his heart, he was a man torn in a cruel war of love and loyalty. And she-she had given her all to a promise whispered beneath the sacred fire... never knowing that one day, she'd be holding her child, with nothing but a faded vow.

❝𝑾𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒕, 𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒓𝒚?❞ _____________________________ Sidharth never wanted this marriage. Trapped by circumstances and haunted by a past he didn't want to face, he told himself it was only a duty. But Noor-silent, simple Noor-was something he couldn't ignore. Her presence stirred something in him, her quietness louder than his own chaos. She never asked for anything, yet she made him face the parts of himself he wanted to forget. And as his walls started to fall, he hated that he wanted her-that he needed the warmth of someone he was never meant to have. As time went on, He began to behave in ways that were antithetical to his initial intentions. He found himself doing everything he had once vowed never to do with his wife. He became the very husband he had despised. He started to crave more, an insatiable desire that gnawed at his soul for her. And then nothing seems to satisfy his aching soul other than his arranged wife's one smile. ●An Indian arranged marriage romance. #Book-1 in #His bride series. (A standalone book) ●Bᴏᴏᴋ ɪs ʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴅᴜᴇ ᴛᴏ Dᴀʀᴋ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ, ᴀɢᴇ ɢᴀᴘ ᴀɴᴅ ʜɪɢʜʟʏ ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ʟɪɢʜᴛ BDSM. (Have a lot of grammatical and spelling mistakes.) ╰┈➤Started on: 28 April 2024 Author♥️

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance

Rabya was unwillingly tied up in a knot of marriage with the only son of a big Zamindar; Adhrit Singh Chauhan. She once had a happy life, trying to achieve her dreams in the metropolitan city by striving to become independent so that she can financially support her family. But then, her one mistake and she was forced to marry Adhrit who's a decade older than her and lives in that regressive part of a small town in Uttar Pradesh where girls are not even allowed to step out of their house. Will Adhrit ever be able to be loved by his wife? Or will she always remain his unwilling bride?

"What is your favourite colour?" Esha asked, her fingers grazing her husband's jaw as she leaned back lazily against him on their couch. "Green," he said in a blink, thinking about her in green. It was sight to watch his wife in green, their first meet was still vivid in his memories. She'd worn a beautiful green anarkali, and a pair of cream jhumkas. The light around in the restaurant helped her to shine like a star along with her twinkling eyes and he'd instantly felt tempted by the woman. "Ey! That's mine." She urged turning her head to meet his eyes. Giving her coy and beautiful smile, that's only and only reserved for her, he cupped her soft cheeks in his palms and pecked her nose, right on the piercing-he so loved, and whispered. "And you are mine, sweetheart."

Aadarsh Sehgal plays many roles in his life. A businessman running the Sehgal & Sons construction company. The son who fulfills all his responsibilities of being the eldest, taking care of his father who is slowly losing out on his memories of him. The elder brother to four siblings. Of all roles, the one of being an elder brother takes the crown. Being the elder one he had always been responsible for his younger siblings. However losing at his mother at seventeen had transformed the young boy into a young responsible man all too soon. Ruhaani Khatri isn't a pessimist but she is a realist. Orphaned at a very young age she had learned very early on that life is not designed to be fair. So she never complained about life not treating her well and accepted whatever life threw at her. Widow and a single mother, Ruhaani wants to give her daughter the best of everything she can. Will Aadarsh and Ruhaani find a permanent place in each other's lives? Heart seems to be off limits.