Villainess's Vengeance ~ A Rebirth Story previously known as Left at the Altar ~ Rebirth of the Villainess. *** "Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?

[𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘] They were childhood sweethearts... bound by a bond that felt simple, innocent, and unshakable at that time. But one incident was enough to tear their worlds apart and separate two lives that were never meant to drift so far. Years later, Paridhi Srivastava grows into a powerful businesswoman, but beneath her composed exterior lies something far more consuming-an emotional fixation shaped by Reactive Attachment Disorder (RAD), making it impossible for her to truly let go of the one person she once called her safe place. Suryamaan Joshi, now a reserved and hardworking man struggling with life and responsibility, carries quiet resentment toward the past he believes he remembers clearly. To him, she is a memory tied to pain, misunderstanding, and distance. But Paridhi never stopped searching. Never stopped waiting. And never stopped finding ways to bring him back. When fate pulls them into the same world again, past emotions begin to resurface-love, hate, confusion, and something far more dangerous in between. And as Suryamaan slowly gets pulled into her orbit once more, one question remains- Will he break free from the girl he once knew... or become trapped in the same obsession she never escaped?

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐒𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐇𝐨𝐦𝐞. (Standalone) 𝑷𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝑿 𝑰𝒌𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒕 ━━━━⊱⋆⊰━━━━ "She slipped again." Ikshit tossed the folder onto her table. His voice was low, tight. "Atasha Rabari. Left the safehouse minutes before we reached. Almost like... someone warned her." Piya didn't flinch. She poured him coffee with a calm he didn't question. "Maybe she's lucky," she said. He stepped closer. "No. It's not luck. She moves like someone's guiding her." A beat. "Or protecting her." Her phone buzzed in her pocket - one vibration. Atasha was safe. Piya looked up at him. His eyes were on her - sharp, searching. "Then maybe you need to stop thinking like a cop..." She smiled softly. "...and start thinking like a woman who has nothing left to lose." Their eyes locked. Long. Quiet. Dangerous. Ikshit stepped closer - invading her space. Testing something he couldn't name. "And what kind of woman are you, Piya?" His voice dropped to a murmur. She didn't back away. "The kind who hides the truth behind a kiss," she whispered, kissing him. And when he kissed her - hard, desperate, confused. She was kissing him back. Knowing full well... He was chasing her best friend. While falling in love with the enemy.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?" His voice came low, almost amused. "𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤." Two empires. One shattered alliance. A war that demanded blood. A nightmare for Samravathi's last princess... and a disgrace the Sultan of the Rubiyat Sultanate could not afford. Secrets unravel, bonds turn bitter, and a curse is reborn.

He shut every door of hope for her... only to become the last door she could knock on. Kanak Agarwal, an Indian Army Captain, is accused of betraying her country, an accusation that costs the nation its finest officer, Captain Shashwat Rajvansh. Hated and misunderstood since childhood, judged by everyone she ever met, Kanak still chose to rise, and to prove herself. Now, trapped under the weight of humiliation and false accusations, she struggles to keep herself from drowning. Just when she tries to surface, there is a hand that pushes her back into the depths... Vihaan Mittal, a reputed lawyer chosen to fight the case against her. Having recently faced the brutal truth about his own father, Vihaan's faith in human nature has shattered completely. Regretting the mistake of trusting his father once again, he vows never to trust a snake twice. To him, people do not change, they only learn how to hide better. Vihaan feels foolish for ever believing in redemption. And when he watches his brother drown in guilt after losing his best friend, Vihaan decides to deliver justice.

She is a powerful pearl merchant, obsessed with finding rare red pearls controlled by her rival. What she doesn't know is that these pearls are formed from a boy's blood when it touches water... and that boy is her competitor's son. As her search pulls her closer to him, the line between ambition and humanity begins to blur...because the rarest treasure she seeks is also the one being destroyed. Tropes : Reverse age-gap ,pearl merchant x pearl boy ,Shy x grumpy ,human x living relic ,rivals to lover ,Human x ocean-blooded .

When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power?

Arjun Singhania, a successful CEO living under the weight of his family's expectations, has always kept one truth tucked quietly in his heart. That truth begins and ends with his PA, Veer Mehra. Veer, gentle and unsure of his own identity, never imagined his life would get tangled with his boss's in ways he couldn't explain. But when an unexpected twist turns Arjun's arranged marriage into something far more complicated, both men find themselves standing at the edge of a fate neither of them saw coming. What starts in secrecy and confusion slowly unfolds into a story of identity, courage, and a connection too deep to ignore.