When 22-year-old engineering graduate Meera Nair agrees to a fake marriage with Mohan Nambiar-a 32-year-old tech mogul -she expects a transactional escape from her abusive, superstitious family. Not a soulmate. But Mohan is no stranger. A millennium ago, he was Shyama, the loyal bodyguard sworn to protect the last Chola princess, Rani Devashree-Meera's past-life self-as they fled the kingdom during the Pandya invasion. Now, reborn in a world of glass towers and coded algorithms, they feel a magnetic pull towards each other. But ancient magic doesn't rest. As their past merges with the present, so does a vengeful force determined to tear them apart-again. Meera and Mohan must confront a chilling truth: some souls are bound not by fate, but by a curse. Is their love a second chance... or a death sentence?

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Love is hard. It is hard to love someone who hurts you, and it can be harder still to walk away from them. Naina knows that pain all too well. She agreed to an arranged marriage with Zayne to keep her from running back to Advik, her abusive ex-fiancé, but the guilt of not being able to return Zayne's love is just another weight on her mind. Now, she's the one hurting Zayne, if only emotionally instead of physically. His love is real, though, and he's determined to keep loving her, to stay with her no matter what happens. He's the rock she can rely on when traumatic memories taint every part of her life. But he's only human. How patient can he be? How much more can he take before it's too much? Is there hope and healing just over the horizon, or was this marriage doomed before it began? ____________________________________________ "You broke us, Naina... you broke me..." "Zayne, I'm sorry, I love you..." ____________________________________________

**Winner 2024 Amby Awards** Fiza is a diligent and focused medical student. Her classmate Alan, on the other hand, is a charismatic heartthrob with a reputation that precedes him. When fate pairs them as duet partners in the college music group, they become best friends. Fiza plans to save herself for marriage. Alan seemingly dates anything female that moves. However, he treats Fiza like a princess. How do you stay friends with someone who takes your breath away and makes your knees weak with every gaze, every touch? How do you tell your best friend that your are in love with them? Would you risk your friendship for a chance at true love?

"You can't hold me like that and not kiss me," whispered Vinaya, her face an inch away from his, his strong arms wrapped around her small body. "I can't, Yaya," he said in his deep voice, "Your brother's friendship means too much to me to do this." His mind was a whirlwind of emotions that threatened to cloud his judgment. "More than I do?" She asked, closing the gap between their lips. ****** Vinaya Nambiar, a 22-year-old medical student from India, is accepted for a two-month clinical rotation in a hospital in New York City. With strict Indian parents and a rebellious spirit, Vinaya becomes entangled in a web of conflicting emotions when she stays with her brother's 28 year old best friend, Nithin Balachandran, the COO of a start up Engineering firm. The problem? They are undeniably and irresistibly attracted to each other. The problem? They belong to different castes. The problem? He is her brother's best friend. Will they defy the odds and soar to new heights, or will they crash and burn under the weight of societal expectations?

Asfia's gaze lingered on her husband, a man who possessed all the qualities she'd ever dreamt of: tall, handsome, and unfailingly kind-a true gentleman. Yet, beneath his perfect exterior, she sensed a profound sadness, his eyes devoid of light. This was an arranged marriage, she reminded herself, and love couldn't be rushed. He provided for her, granting her every wish, yet an unspoken question lingered-was material comfort enough? Faisal, in his own silent contemplation, had accepted the marriage to Asfia, a recent graduate from a dental college. It had been his parents' wish, and he had gone along with it, almost apathetic to the outcome. His heart, once given entirely to Fiza, had been broken, leaving him emotionally empty. Love had become synonymous with pain, and he harbored no desire to endure such hurt again. "Look at me," Asfia thought, "I'm right here." ***************************************************** Can a hopeless romantic and a skeptic find love? *****************************************************