The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

☆✷ 𝕯𝖊𝖘𝖎 𝕽𝖔𝖒𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖊 ✷☆ When hearts collide, love doesn't ask for permission. It breaks, it burns, and it stays. Sanvi Singh is fire - passionate, guarded, and built on resilience. She's used to fighting her battles alone, used to silence, to swallowing her hurt behind ambition and smiles. Mahir Raghuwanshi is calm - controlled, calculating, and dangerously patient. He lives in a world of expectations, where emotions are weaknesses... except when it comes to her. They were never meant to cross paths, let alone crash into each other with the kind of force that leaves neither untouched. She challenges him. He steadies her. She builds walls. He walks through them. She runs. He stays. But love, real love, isn't gentle. It pushes. It exposes. It demands. This is not a perfect love story. It's raw, it's messy, and it doesn't come with guarantees. It's about two people who keep finding their way back to each other - not because they have to, but because something in them refuses not to. And maybe, just maybe, that's what love truly is.

Maybe Daksh isn't everything they think he is. Maybe he's more, more than what he shows and what he does. Something he left behind for his brother. But not this time. He won't shrink back. He won't hide in the shadows anymore. This time, he'll rise. For her. For his wife and the family they built together.

Daksh was orphan, surviving only for his younger brother. No chance he believed in fairytales, especially the kind where a billionaire's daughter could ever understand a man like him. Orphaned young, with only his younger brother to care for, Daksh had built his life on hard work and quiet resentment toward people born with everything he fought for. Then came Ahana Raichand, elegance wrapped in arrogance, his boss's daughter and the new Managing Director of the company where he worked as a finance manager. She walked in wearing privilege like perfume, and he hated her for it. For her confidence. For her easy laughter. For the way she looked at him, as if she could see beyond his bitterness. But hate, when mixed with proximity, begins to blur. Between heated arguments, stolen glances, and moments neither of them planned, Daksh found himself falling, not for her wealth, but for the woman beneath it. Ahana, with her fierce heart and quiet loneliness, broke every wall he had built. What began as contempt turned into obsession and what once irritated him became sacred.

This is the poignant story of a woman who tragically lost her husband in an accident, leaving her alone and six months pregnant. This unexpected turn of events forced her to navigate a new chapter in her life. Despite her grief, she found herself arranged in a remarriage with the younger brother of her late husband by her family and in-laws. Join us as we delve into the complexities of two individuals coming together in marriage under such unique circumstances. How will their lives unfold as they embark on this new journey together? Tune in to know. #Remarriage.

[18+] COLLEGE ICE HOCKEY ROMANCE *~*~* Conrad Taylor is an asshole - everyone knows that. But when you're the star player of the hockey team, your father is one of the richest men in the country, and you have the looks of a tortured fallen angel, not many people seem to care. He certainly doesn't, not when he's too busy riding around with a visible chip on his shoulder. And boy, are they nice shoulders. *~*~* Sophie Pritchett craves normalcy after a lifetime of self-imposed isolation. With her dad's support and her therapist's gentle encouragement, she finally feels ready to step out into the world - or at least into a shared off-campus apartment with a few strangers. Tentatively, of course. Totally doable, right? Only it's not that easy. The girls aren't for the faint-hearted, and that's exactly what Sophie is. Her struggles with personal boundaries and social settings make it more than obvious that she's weird - and that's not including her strange obsession. When the hockey team starts volunteering at the hospital where Sophie teaches art therapy, she suddenly has the perfect excuse to feed that obsession - one that just happens to have Conrad Taylor written all over it. But when an unlikely friendship begins to form between Sophie, Conrad, and Casey - a witty little boy who's been dealt an unfair hand in life - Sophie learns there's a lot more hidden beneath the rude, sarcastic, and cold exterior of Conrad. Maybe he's just a broken little boy with a heart that feels too much. *~*~* Grumpy/Sunshine - Bad boy/Good girl - hates everyone except her Romance with a Brooke Bennett spin on it😜 Book 2 in the Campus Kings Series, but can be read as a STAND-ALONE. Mature 18+ (Language, content, all that good stuff) Enough character development to turn the devil back into an angel. New chapters every Wednesday and Sunday. *Big Fat Smooch* Good to see you again, my lovelies.

An Accident Marriage Story ✨ One is a Cold Hearted and Short-tempered man, while the other one is Quiet and Helpless but kind soul ❤️ Abhimaan Singh Rathod : A business man and a grumpy, cold, short tempered man. Always immersed in work. The eldest son of the family. Whose name alone is enough to bring fear to everyone. Vaani Sharma : A simple and pretty girl. Sweet and kind natured, Always helps everyone but she herself is helpless. She was afraid of people because everyone made fun of her. Let's see what happens when these two people from different worlds meet each other, what happens when a business tycoon falls in love with a sweet girl? Let's see what happens in the story ❤️ ~ Tropes : • Age gap • Forced Marriage • Grumpy X Sunshine • Business Tycoon X Mute Girl • Mafia King X Innocent

तू ही ये मुझको बता दे, चाहूं मैं या ना He was a CBI officer, a sharp trainer at the Academy-until betrayal by his own family turned him into a man who trusted no one. She was a trainee with a hidden agenda, joining the Academy not just to serve her country, but to uncover the truth about what really happened on one fateful night. But buried between their missions lies a dangerous secret-their past. A night that bound them together forever... and a hatred that refuses to fade. When they cross paths after a year, sparks fly-of anger, of passion, of questions neither of them is ready to face. Will she risk everything to complete her mission? Will he lower his guard and let her back in-or push her further away? Love flourished, Betrayals were discovered, Secrets were revealed. Join them in a journey where-Destiny will decide it all.

When two best friends decided not to fall in love but destiny had other plans!! Mughda Deshmukh the youngest in the family never knew what she wanted to do in life she was told to do aviation and that's when she decided to be ATC in the Indian air force. She was tired of love and that's when he entered her life and made her believe that love exists in it's purest form Mihika Joshi the eldest daughter of her parents had always wanted to be a pilot in the Indian air force when she bumped into her senior in the nda academy the very moment she saw him she felt something deeper and she loved the very moment Shashwat Shekhawat the eldest ideal son of shekhawat family was already clear about his aim in future to be an air force officer he has been consistently studying to pursue his dream. He is a man of his words, throughout his life he ran away from love until one day she entered his life Vidyut shekhawat the middle child of the shekhawat family he also dreamt of being an air force officer but was denied by his parents but he fought for his dreams and made it true he cleared his nda and was focusing on his training when she took a chaotic entry in his life and turned his peaceful life into chaos Hope you enjoy this storyline and support us and thank you so much!!

This story is written mostly in English (about 98%), with some Telugu (about 2%) along with translations. -------- He leaned close to her, his words brushing softly against her earlobe, "Oka sari na kallalo kallupetti chusunte...nenu cheppaleni samadhanam appude dorikedi emo." [If you had just looked into my eyes even once... and maybe you'd understand the words I could never say] Tholi Prema... oka kshanam kaadu, oka parichayam kaadu, oka prayanam... oka madhuram aina modati paata adi neetho modalayindi. Hrudhayam nilavadhu... nee pai unna prema maruvadhu. [First love... isn't just a moment, isn't just an acquaintance, it's a journey... a sweet first song, and it began with you. The heart hasn't stopped... the love I have for you won't change] Everything you're about to read is true... but I've never confessed to him in real life. The story ends with a plot twist my real life hasn't caught up to yet. Happy reading 🩷