Growing up with Rhysand, Cassian, and Azriel means accepting one simple truth. Peace was never an option. Not in Windhaven. Not in Velaris. Not anywhere they exist. They prank her like it's a blood sport. Scare off anyone foolish enough to flirt. Hover when she's sick. Snowball fights become tactical warfare. A casual smile at the wrong male becomes a territorial incident. Three of the most powerful males in Prythian-High Lord, General, Shadowsinger. And somehow, she's the one they call trouble. Three brothers. One sister. Absolutely no mercy.

Twenty years ago, she and Azriel built a family. Now their son is grown-armed with shadows like his father, wings that carry him into trouble, and a reckless streak that keeps the entire Night Court on edge. The Inner Circle laughs, Azriel pretends not to worry, and she can only watch as the sweet boy she once held becomes something far more dangerous. But families are never simple-not in Velaris, and certainly not in a house full of shadows. Between unexpected news, restless nights, bruised knuckles, and a son determined to prove he's no longer a child, their home becomes a place of chaos, laughter, and quiet moments that mean everything.

When Rhysand stumbles upon a broken, terrified stranger on the streets of Velaris, he makes a choice that changes them both. What begins as a quiet act of kindness-offering shelter, safety, and patience-slowly unravels into something deeper. She's haunted by the violence she endured, torn between fear and the fragile hope of healing, while he recognises in her the same scars he carries from Amarantha's cruelty. As trust builds in stolen moments they discover that healing isn't just about surviving the past, but about finding someone who sees your strength when you can't. A story of fear, healing, and the unexpected bond between two souls who learn they can carry each other's scars.

"He doesn't say 'I love you.' But he changed in all the ways that yelled it." •••••••••••••• Vaani Joshi never expected love from her arranged marriage - just respect, maybe some space, and silence she could live with. Dhruv Deshmukh was exactly that: powerful, unreadable, and cold. He didn't ask her what she liked. He didn't ask how her day was. And she never asked for anything. But then he started noticing. Not her words - her silences. Not what she wanted - what she gave up. The man who never looked twice is now the one who watches her the closest. And the girl who never expected anything... is the reason he's learning how to give everything. •••••••••••••••• "Why do you always notice the things I don't say?" He looked at her for a long second. "Because you never ask. And I've never wanted to give anyone more." •••••••••••••••• Tropes: Slow-burn romance | Arranged marriage | Contemporary drama | Indian diaspora | Urban luxury + emotional intimacy | Cold ML x Soft FL | Changing for her 🏅#1 in India 🏅#1 in Indian 🏅#1 in desi 🏅#1 in romance

a collection of short stories about the strong magnetic fields of people and the invisible strings that tie them together.

in which a young man signs up to be the heir of a criminal empire, believing he has the cold black heart needed to shoulder his sins. but it only takes a certain woman with paint-smeared hands to prove him wrong.

Cornered and burnt out, she decides to run away from everything she'd built. Resigned to his fate, he stays a willing prisoner and tool in the manor of crimes. When their paths converge, will they become the answer neither knew they were looking for or is it too late?

Where she confidently slides into his dms thinking he's her dating app match, only to realise two messages too late that he's not; just a very random, very willing stranger who decides to play along anyway. Here names don't matter, truths are optional, and flirting is a little too easy for two people who are absolutely not supposed to be talking.

Hi. I'm Twinkle. I'm ten years old. Apparently, my blood has decided to stop doing its job, which is rude because nobody asked it to. The doctors say I need help from someone who shares my DNA. That someone is my biological father. I don't know him. My mom doesn't either. We were doing perfectly fine without him-until we weren't.

She was having the worst day of her life-until she literally crashed into him. Dark, dangerous, and impossibly magnetic, Azriel doesn't just let her off-he flusters and ignites something in her heart she never saw coming. Every glance makes her pulse race, every touch leaves her wanting more. From chance encounters at coffee shops to stolen midnight rides through the city, sparks fly, secrets unravel, and desire burns hotter than his roaring motorcycle. Can a broken heart find a second chance with the one man who's as thrilling as he is untouchable?