ꗥ❀ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 ❀ꗥ I had everything that a person could ask for - a loving family, wealth, respect in the kingdom of Kshatra Gadh, and engagement to the love of my life. But life had other plans; I lost everything within the blink of an eye. Everyone left me, and I was all alone in this scary world. I became a living corpse who was trying to get by until I discovered my mother's secret. A heritage that she kept secret and a ray of hope in my dark life. Leaving the kingdom behind, I went on a search for answers. And now I am back, stronger than ever, claiming what was rightfully mine, and no one can stop me. . . . Follow the story of Laxita as she goes on a quest to discover her identity and tries to find her rightful place in the world. She goes through a journey of self-discovery, finding her true happiness (and maybe love?) along the way. Tropes: - Strong FL - Caring and Protective ML - He Falls First, She Falls Harder - Medium Burn - Boy Obsessed #1 in historical romance (07/10/24) #2 in India (09/04/25) #2 in strong female lead (09/04/25) #3 in historical romance (10/04/25) #1 in ancient india (09/06/2025) #3 in histfic (09/06/2025)

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Alessia had rules. She didn't do drama, didn't take nonsense from any man. Until him. For Cassian, she broke every one. A cliché, impossible mother in law? She handled it. Missed dinners because of work? She served herself double and waited anyway. Too tired to spend time together? She embraced the quiet hours alone. She forgot her limits, abandoned her rules. All for him. Until her. The one rule she couldn't break, the limit she couldn't cross. She saw him with her. Broken, she left and whispered a wish she never thought would come true: that she had never met him. The wish was granted. Alessia woke up and didn't remember him. But now Cassian is the one waiting. Running against time to be near her. Chasing every moment, following every rule, just so she might remember him again. And if she can't... Can he remember it all for both of them? © IcecreamSundae5. All rights reserved.

Frida died on the battlefield with no family to mourn her-only a comrade she saved, and a quiet hope that she might see the man she loved but never confessed to. He too had perished in war. A soldier. An orphan. A soul full of quiet regrets. Her only comfort in life? The stories she devoured in secret-especially the ones about loved daughters finally finding a place to belong. But fate had something stranger in store. When she wakes again, it's not her body she returns to-but that of Nej, the veiled, forgotten princess from the last novel she read. Scarred, unloved, and pushed aside-a tragic villainess who had once moved Frida's heart. Now, somehow, Frida is inside her. But it's not just reincarnation. It's inheritance. Nej, it seems, had turned back time-returning to the moment she was scarred by her mother's blade. Too broken to face her past again, she summoned the one soul who had mourned her in silence: Frida. A girl who shared her pain. A girl who also bore a scar from her first battle. A girl who would take her place. Now, with both their memories tangled inside her, Frida-as-Nej carries more than just a royal name. She carries two lifetimes of sorrow, and a vow to break the cycle: She will fulfill Nej's unspoken regrets. She will reclaim her own life. And she will shatter the gilded cage of royalty-sword in hand. Because this time, she's not living for duty or death. She's living for freedom.

Book one of HIS GODDESS SERIES Kiyansh Singh Rathore ×Kaushiki Jaiswal Tropes ●CEO × LAWYER ●SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE ●MISUNDERSTANDINGS ●STRONG AND BOLD FEMALE LEAD ●DEVOTED AND OBSESSED MALE LEAD ●FORGET ABOUT TOUCHING OR LOOKING YOU BREATH WRONG AROUND HER AND YOU ARE DEAD ●SOFT ONLY FOR HER ●GREEN FOREST ONLY FOR HER ●MMC GROVELLING ●HE FELL FIRST SHE FELL HARDER "Strangers by fate, enemies by deceit, bound by redemption, and forever entwined by the threads of love and devotion." Kaushiki Jaiswal was never meant to be in the spotlight- a quiet storm with dusky skin, fierce intelligence, and scars hidden under silence. A girl who healed others while no one noticed she was bleeding. Kiyansh Singh Rathore never made mistakes- cold, calculating, born of legacy and vengeance. But he made one. Her. When betrayal strikes from within and the royal world begins to rot from the inside, Kaushiki is framed for crimes she didn't commit. And Kiyansh becomes both her judge-and the very reason her world collapses. But guilt has teeth. And obsession has no mercy. As Kaushiki walks away from everything- including the friend she loved like family- Kiyansh begins to unravel. And a man who never bowed to anyone, now finds himself on his knees for the girl he once destroyed. In a world of legacies, lies, and buried bloodlines- redemption isn't given. It has to be earned.

Durga never believed love was meant for her. In a world that judged her skin, silenced her emotions, and measured her worth by marriage proposals, she kept her heart locked away. But when fate ties her to Eshwar - a man who never wanted to marry - things begin to change. A story of pain, silence, and finding love in unexpected places.

Updates on 2nd, 12th and 21st #The guards series: book 1 Karikalan was born with nothing but a name and a fire in his soul. Betrayed by fate, hardened by loss, he clawed his way up from the dirt to become the right hand of Dhananjay Raghav Thevar. Feared. Respected. Untouchable. His past was buried beneath blood and loyalty... until she came along. Mayuri. The boss's ignored daughter. Off-limits in every possible way. At nineteen, Mayuri was a whirlwind of defiance and curiosity, untouched by the darkness Karikalan had long embraced. When she was assigned a bodyguard, she got him... a man who met her fire with ice, who challenged her at every turn, who never once saw her as anything more than a nuisance. She fell first. Hard. But Karikalan? He refused to fall at all. Their relationship was a war... tempestuous, reckless, forbidden. She was a line he couldn't cross, and he was a battle she refused to lose. Yet, in a world where power dictated love and loyalty came at a price, some lines weren't just dangerous. They were deadly.

Juliette Moretti had long been the picture of duty. Born the daughter of a notorious mob boss, she grew up in the shadows of the underworld, groomed to play the part of the perfect daughter. Despite her resentment, she did everything right. She wore the dresses. Perfected the smile. Married the man who would finally free her from her fathers grip-Romeo Moretti. But Romeo was more than just an escape, Juliette loved him, naively. She spent ten years of marriage searching for a place in his guarded heart, and for ten years he adamantly pushed her away, tucking her in the shadows, treating her as little more than a possession. No matter their history. No matter what she did, or the child they shared. Now, older, smarter, Juliette has finally gained the resources she needs to leave this marriage once and for all. She'll do anything to give her daughter the life she deserves. The only problem? Romeo refuses to let go of what's his.

(Book 1 of His series). For six long years, Aaria lived like a ghost in her own marriage. The first wife-dutiful, patient, quietly enduring-while her husband's gaze, his warmth, his pride, belonged wholly to the second. Perhaps it was because she had given him two daughters. Perhaps it was destiny, cruel and unyielding. Whatever the reason, Aaria learned to move like an unmarried woman in her own home: independent, invisible, surviving without the love that once burned so brightly. Then came the accident. Broken glass, screeching tires, and in the sterile hum of the hospital, something else cracked open: her husband's eyes finally turned toward her. For the first time in years, he saw her-not the shadow, not the background figure, but the woman he once vowed never to neglect. Yet the woman he remembered-the soft-spoken, tender bride-no longer exists. In her place stands someone colder, sharpened by silence, armored by betrayal. Now he wants her love, her attention, her forgiveness. But can Aaria return to the cage she once escaped, even if gilded with belated affection? Or will she discover that true love-real, nourishing, intoxicating-lies beyond the boundaries of the life she sacrificed so much for? This is a story of resurrection after heartbreak, of a woman reclaiming her voice, her dignity, and her right to choose: return to a love that once failed her... or step boldly into the arms of something new.

"You ruined me," I confess, my voice a rasp against her skin. "I can't fucking breathe without you. I can't think. I can't exist." My fingers trail down, skimming the curve of her hip. "And it's killing me." She trembles but doesn't push me away. Her silence is my undoing. I slam my hand against the wall beside her, caging her in, my breath ragged. "You want me to walk away? Tell me. Say it, and I will." Her lips part, but no words come. I let out a sharp, bitter laugh. "You can't, can you?" I tilt her chin up again, forcing her to meet my gaze. "Because you're just as ruined as I am." And then I kiss her. Hard. Desperate. A collision of everything we've denied ourselves. Because no matter how much I fought it, no matter how much I wanted to hate her- She's mine. And I'll burn down the whole damn world before I let her go.