Krishna Gupta Vardhan (27) was the epitome of Coldness and fear. The King of Rajasthan. He also had another identity ~ Devil , King of the world's greatest Mafia. No one dares to cross him. But the Devil found his Angel. Will he be able to protect her and their love from her dark past? Radha Vansh Varma (22) was his extreme opposite. An epitome Of kindness and compassion. But can be a bitch to those who deserve. An ordinary girl, who leads an ordinary life, even though her family background is very powerful and rich. A broken soul, but never shows it to others. Doesn't trust anyone other than her family and four friends. What will happen when she finally trust him, but then her past creeps into the present? Will she be sane enough to handle all the drama that comes? What will happen when the opposites attract? When fate has another plans... Will love be able to change the already written fate??? #3 wattpadlovers 11/11/2024 #4 Wattpadlovers 25/12/2024 #6 Wattpadlovers 06/01/2025

"𝐈 𝐭𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮." "𝐃𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬?" "𝐓𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰." "𝐓𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠." Telemachus is lonely. His mother is always in her room hiding from the suitors, his father has been off at sea since he was born, and the suitors try to kill him any chance they're given. It's rough. But then he meets a girl who understands him, who listens. And in spite of himself, he falls in love with her. ...does she feel the same? my friend said theres not enough telemachus x reader so i took it upon myself to write her some teehee

As the daughter of Odysseus, you were born with salt in your veins and the sea in your soul. Blessed by the god of tides, the ocean bends to your will-your ships always swift, your voyages touched by uncanny fortune, as if the waves themselves rise to meet you. While your father's name echoes through Ithaca, you carve your own legend, a captain whose fate is bound to the sea. Yet, where mortals tread, the gods often linger. A song heard in passing, a stranger's fleeting smile-moments that brush too close to the divine. The world hums with an unseen presence, a warmth in the light, a whisper in the breeze, as if eyes linger just beyond the edge of sight. You are as much a part of the sea as the waves that kiss the shores of Ithaca, caught between the pull of mortal legacy and the quiet lure of the gods. Sailing onward, you become a story told in salt and sun, a name woven into the tides. Whether you rise as a legend or fade into the murmur of the waves, the fates whisper-your odyssey is far from over.