After transmigrating into a historical novel, Wen Mian expected at least a decent role. Instead, she became a low-ranking palace maid. Other maids read their masters' expressions and survive through clever schemes. Wen Mian, however, only stares back blankly. [Why are you looking at me? I didn't do anything.] Fine. If she couldn't play palace politics, she would simply endure her years of service and leave the palace at twenty-five. That was the plan. Until the emperor suddenly chose her to be his personal maid. Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. On her very first day, Wen Mian had already begun composing the epitaph on her future grave. *** Emperor Zhaoyan has a secret. Since ascending the throne, he has been able to hear the thoughts of everyone around him. Ministers plotting rebellion. Consorts smiling while hiding daggers. Endless schemes echo through his mind every day, making the Forbidden City colder than ever. During a harem interrogation, he prepares to expose the guilty- Until a different voice suddenly appears in his mind. [Why are you still looking at me? Never mind... I'm hungry.] [I want red bean milk rolls... roast duck... roast goose...] Emperor Zhaoyan: ... In the cold palace, this one girl's chaotic thoughts become the only warmth he hears. And this time, he refuses to let her go. *** (Mini Theater) Wen Mian expressionlessly pulls her hand out from beneath the apricot-yellow silk quilt. Her hand is... wet. Emperor Zhaoyan's voice turns hoarse. "Since things have come this far, you belong to me now. You cannot leave the palace. My beloved, stay here with me. I will never mistreat you." Wen Mian glares at him. "Your Majesty... are you trying to steal someone's future wife?"

Being diagnosed with cancer isn't so bad. I'm going to die, I understand that. But to transmigrate into a story (or maybe its travelling back in time) into a random woman's body, is very surprising. What happens to my previous body? Do I stay in this woman's body for the rest of this woman's life? Do I say that, this woman, is me? Or is she still in this body, hiding somewhere? Can I be screwed any worse than this?

𝙠𝙪𝙧𝙤𝙜𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙨 𝙖 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙗𝙚𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙖𝙘𝙚 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 3𝘿. 𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙖 𝙨𝙚𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙩 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙚𝙩 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙙𝙚𝙡𝙞𝙣𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙮 𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙢𝙖𝙣𝙖𝙜𝙚 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩 𝙞𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙟𝙪𝙨𝙩 𝙖𝙣𝙮 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙮'𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙚𝙩𝙨𝙪 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙞𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧!!

[Love that crossed power and empires] "Is there any problem, begum?" I asked, placing the book aside, my voice neutral but alert. She swallowed. "I have given my consent," she said, so softly it barely carried, "You should get married to Inaayat Amira." For a moment, I thought I had misheard. My head snapped up. My ears sharpened, every muscle in my body going rigid. "Perdon me?" I said, rising to my feet. "Repeat that." I took a step toward her. Then another. She said nothing. Her gaze dropped to the floor, lashes trembling, as if words had suddenly betrayed her. A dry, humorless smile curved my lips. "Itni samajdar ho gayi," I said quietly, stopping in front of her, "ki apne sohar ke liye faisle karne lagi?" I lifted her chin between my index and middle finger. Her skin was warm. Too warm. She flinched at the contact. "Itni samajdar," I continued, my voice lowering, sharper now, "ki mujhe baantne ke liye bhi taiyaar ho gayi aap?" I forced her to look at me.

𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.

"𝐴 𝑡𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑏𝑜𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑠𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑑 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑠. 𝐻𝑒 ℎ𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑔𝑢𝑎𝑟𝑑𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑙𝑒 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎 𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑝𝑎𝑠𝑠𝑖𝑜𝑛𝑎𝑡𝑒 𝑡𝑒𝑎𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠 𝑜𝑓 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛. 𝑆𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡𝑖𝑚𝑒𝑠, 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑢𝑠 𝑖𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑚𝑜𝑠𝑡 𝑢𝑛𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒𝑙𝑦 𝑝𝑙𝑎𝑐𝑒𝑠. 𝐺𝑒𝑡 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑡𝑜 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑒 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑟𝑦 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑙, 𝑙𝑖𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑒, 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑠 𝑖𝑡𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑖𝑛 𝑢𝑛𝑒𝑥𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑦𝑠."✨️♡❤️ He's the King of Rajasthan and a single father with his heart wrapped around his little girl and his mind focused on building a future for them. She's a compassionate teacher with dreams of her own and a warmth that lights up every room. When they cross paths, they're worlds apart yet drawn together by an undeniable connection. As their paths cross, what begins as an innocent connection grows into something deeper, something neither of them saw coming. He's afraid to love again, bound by his past, while she's afraid to fall, haunted by the idea of loss. But as they navigate stolen glances and shared laughter, they start to realize that maybe-just maybe-fate has other plans. In a story of courage, healing, and the unbreakable pull of destiny, two hearts discover that the love they never planned for might be the one they were always meant to find. ❤️✨

After unknowingly returning to her original world, she awoke in the frail body of a girl she recognized-a semi-villainess from a novel fated to die by her own son's hand. Unwilling to face such an end again, she resolved to sever her engagement with the crown prince, certain he despised her. Yet her sudden boldness-her unflinching gaze and daring words-shook the palace. Those who had once dismissed her began to watch closely; those who scorned her now whispered with intrigue. Prince Acacius, who had regarded her as nothing more than a pawn, found himself captivated. The more she slipped from his control, the more obsession rooted in him-and when he saw his half-brother Theodore with her, jealousy twisted into poison. Theodore had never cared for Lavinia, but her sharp tongue and strange humor pierced through his indifference. Seeing Acacius's temper flare whenever she laughed only spurred his amusement-and his resolve to claim her. Then came the saint Clotilde. She concealed a zeal no scripture could tame. Unlike the princes, her desire was not rivalry but possession. She wanted Lavinia all for herself. Even her brothers, who had long stood at the edges of her life, now hovered near, unsettled by the fire that had awakened in her. What had changed? Why did the world suddenly turn around her? Lavinia herself did not know. She only knew this: she would not bow to the cruel fate the novel had written. This time, she would carve her own path. TW UN-EDITED

"I hate you," she whispered softly, as if the words were a secret meant more for her than for me. "I know, baby." A subtle smile played on my lips as I spoke, and I gently buried my head in the warmth of her neck. "And it better stay that way." ♡ He met his match. A person unwavering to his dirty antics merely because of his popularity and the constant fulfillment of his desires. Perhaps that's what fueled his resentment toward her. She refused to be one of his "fans". She fought back, talked back, and boldly rebuked him. She provoked him, opposed him, leaving an indelible mark on his ego. He loathed her for it. Why couldn't she play the submissive pawn or step aside? In turn, she despised his inflated ego and the way he believed the world revolved around him. Their rivalry extended beyond mere dislike, permeating through academics, sports, and the rich tapestry of cultural endeavors. Within the halls of GreenWood University, it was common knowledge that Lana Angelica Smithson and Nicolas Kai Harper harboured a profound and unmistakable animosity towards each other. . . . mature content ⚠️ (details in the first chapter) . . . You do not need to read the first book (HIS OBSESSION) to understand this one. It's a standalone. . . .

Everything was going well for Sanjana until she crossed paths with her academic rival, Yash Malhotra. Both shared a singular goal: to secure a spot at Stanford University. They have a love that was never meant to be and that can destroy them both

𝒀𝒆 𝒒𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒂-𝒆-𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒋𝒐 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒂𝒑𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒒𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒑𝒂𝒉𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒉 𝒏𝒂 𝒔𝒂𝒌𝒂، 𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒏، 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒊𝒓 𝒖𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒒𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒉𝒐 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂۔ _______________________________________ Here are a few words you'll only understand when the journey settles in your soul. "वो सूई से कपड़े पर मोहब्बत काढ़ रही थी, और वो खंजर से हाथों पर ज़ख्म।