The room was silent-too silent. The kind that made even the ticking clock sound like a scream. Every pair of eyes was fixed on the woman standing at the head of the table. Roohani Singhania. And the reason three grown men were visibly sweating despite the perfectly functioning air conditioning. Her heels clicked against the marble floor as she walked toward the trembling senior executive. The contract in her hand flapped like a death warrant. "You really thought I wouldn't notice this?" Her tone was calm-too calm. The kind of calm that made even the bravest want to run. "Ms. Singhania, I-" The papers landed on the table with a snap. "Get. Out." He didn't wait to be told twice. He bolted, leaving behind his dignity and a very awkward silence. For a moment, the Ice Queen simply stood there, her sharp gaze scanning the table full of terrified subordinates. Then- Clink. A cup of coffee slid to a stop beside her hand. "Extra strong. No sugar. Just how you like it." Her eyes flickered upward, meeting the calm brown ones of Mahir Sehgal-her personal assistant, the only man in the building who seemed immune to her frostbite. "You were five minutes late," she said coolly, though her fingers curled around the cup. "Traffic," he said with a grin that didn't quite hide the teasing in his eyes. "Or maybe I was just waiting for your dramatic exit moment. You know, timing." Her lips twitched-almost a smile.. "Meeting's over," Mahir said, gathering her things with practiced ease.Roohani rolled her eyes and turned, her heels clicking with authority. Mahir followed behind, matching her stride. She was the coldest woman in the business world. He was the only one who could make her laugh... and maybe, one day, melt. But no one-not even the Ice Queen herself-knew that the man who made her coffee also had ice in his veins when he needed to. And this time, she wasn't the only one capable of taming.

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.

Where the bubbly nurse Kuhu Jain crashed her red scooty into the nonchalant scientist Shaurya Patel's vintage blue one.

Suddenly living in an unknown world, she learned she was now in the romance book she had read not long ago and as the sad pitied mob character of the story, Lilyana Kimberleye. Knowing the ending of the story and how she will die a tragic death by the hands of the heroine, Lilyana decides to make a deal with the male lead, her fiancé, the crown prince. "You will be my insurance for when the time we break this engagement off." Book cover made by @claireshanz The plot and characters are all mine, I did not steal from anyone.

The villainess who has reborn five times just wants to rest in peace. I am Odette, I was once an heiress who had it all, be it money, status or fiance. When my perfect stepsister appeared, I realized I was just a villain in this story. I, being the evil stepsister, was of course killed off halfway through the story. When I opened my eyes again I was reborn, but no matter what I did, I died in the end. Having experienced burning on a stake, the guillotine, hanging and stabbing to death, all I wanted now was to die normally after a normal life. Please let me rest in peace!

A text exchange between Adira, who wanted to give updates about her crush to her best friend, but ended up texting Laksh instead.

Dr. Dawson Conn is your average Man's Man. You know the type, single and always ready to mingle. The thought of settling down never crosses his mind. His mother on the other hand has different plans for him. Like all good mothers she wants to see her son married, and starting a family of his own. What better way to see the task complete then trying her hand at matchmaking? Dawson sees what his mother is up to and won't have any part in it. He needed a chick, and he needed one fast. Danielle Meeks is a second grade teacher new to Maryland. She moved to be closer to her sister, and to have a change of scenery. Sure Danielle was the marrying kind, but you kinda need to be in a relationship to even consider the thought of marriage. As soon as Dawson sees Danielle he knows that she is the chick he's been looking for. She was the total package, and would definitely get his mother off his back. That's when Dawson has the wonderful idea to make Danielle his fake fiancé.

ONLY SAMPLE CHAPTERS AVAILABLE!!!! A story set in the 1950s in a rural area: The tale revolves around a 16-year-old girl named Chavi, who is married off to the zamindar (landlord) of the village, a 22-year-old man. What will happen when she begins her new life in his home? Will she be able to find happiness? Start:- 26 dec 2024 End:-15 march 2025

[desi academic rivals to lovers] Vishal and Layla - two notoriously competitive all-rounders, never shy to play dirty when it comes to winning. It's all grades and glares between them until one day, it's more. [Paper Hearts #1]