A corrupt politician's dangerous obsession with a college girl. He is a villain who will burn the world just to save her. She is a hero who will burn him to save the world. 🌑❤️‍🔥🔱 He walked towards the window and lit a cigarette. "I have compassion for no one, except you. I have no feelings for anyone else. I care for nothing, and no one, but you." ••• A hundred years ago, there lived an ardent devotee of Maa Kali. In his final act of devotion, he offered the ultimate sacrifice-his own beloved wife. Years after his death, he was reborn as Chandrasekhar Mukherjee, a powerful yet corrupt politician. Haunted by memories of his past life, Chandrasekhar now has only one purpose: to find the reincarnation of his wife and reunite with her. One day, he hears a simple, middle-class girl singing a hymn dedicated to Maa Kali. The moment her voice reaches him, he knows-she is the one. But there's one problem: she doesn't remember him... or the love they once shared. Now, he shall do anything in his power to make her his again, and mind you, he is the defination of power itself. Follow the story of two opposites, two sides of the universe: Evil and Good. Main Theme: Desi Gothic + Dark Romance + Psychological + Horror + Tantrism

अन्तः अस्ति प्रारंभः। The end is the beginning. A caterpillar dies, to birth a butterfly. Water evaporates to rain down. Dead carcasses fill the stomachs of vultures.Life gives way to death and death to life. In a vicious circle of different karmas and janmas, a soul leaves a decaying body to move onto something better and livelier. But what if certain karmas are found hanging on the thin string between salvation and damnation? This is exactly where Mihira Ramnath Subhedar finds herself. The last of the many Kaliyugis, she was holding on to the narrowest beam that would lead her towards eternal the light, or so she thought. Poets were liars, she discovered when the end neared. There was nothing peaceful about death, no rest and no respite; just an ounce of faith which made her believe that she would finally find a place at the Lord's feet. But the ever merciful Leeladhari had discrete intents for such a soul that had just witnessed the end of the heinous yuga. "No, ain't Vaikuntha but Dvāpara. Good luck completing the unfinished business!" Walk along the aisle with Mihira while she embarks on the greatest pilgrimage of her rekindled life, witnesses the red of the Swastika being washed over by the red of vengeful blood and being swept off her feet by a man she'd never heard of.

Advika, 25, recently retired from her perilous career as a spy for the Indian government. She's faced trauma that most couldn't bear in a lifetime. Now, all she craves is the one thing her life lacked-normalcy. A quiet, boring life free from the shadows of her past. But she'd never admit it, even to herself. To desire simplicity feels like weakness. Yet, deep down, that's all she wants-something real, something safe. Karna, born a suta but kshatriya by heart, is a man who defied everything society forced upon him. Humiliated, cursed, and denied his rightful place, all he ever longed for was to learn weaponry-archery, his true calling. Though denied by every royal and guru, he carved his own path, mastering the art despite them all. Now, he seeks the respect and glory he's been denied, determined to claim his place in Hastinapur, the very kingdom that rejected him. He's no longer just a man-he's an enigma, a force of sheer will. But what happens when Karna, through mysterious forces, arrives in Advika's house? In a clash of instinct and fear, she attacks first, questions later. Their worlds, separated by centuries and desires, suddenly collide. One seeking peace, the other seeking glory. Both wanting the impossible. Advika wanted a simple life after the storms of her past. But maybe it was too much to ask. Karna wanted respect and honor in the land that spurned him. But maybe that, too, was too much to ask. Though their lives are worlds apart, something powerful connects them, pulling them into a moment neither can explain. Two souls, bound by destiny, stand before each other in an era foreign to them both. And as they each seek what they desire most, one truth becomes clear-when the universe conspires to grant your deepest wishes, there's always a price. The question is: at what cost?

What if Devasena had a hidden twin? What if the baby who never cried was seen as a bad omen? A sign of destruction in the future? What if that baby was left alone on the forest floor, meant to be devoured by wild animals? But fate had other plans. The mountain people, who never left their land, happened to cross that path at the right time. They found the infant and took her into their arms and into their hearts. She was raised as the daughter of the mountain tribe's leader in a world far from the kingdoms of men. They named her Valli, after their goddess who married the god of war, Murugan. Blessed with a brilliant mind, she was taken under the wing of Rishi Vamadevananda. He taught her archery, swordplay, poetry, and the sacred texts. Though she never liked to fight, she learned to protect herself. Her true passion was poetry. Her people were known for their fine and rare silks. Though they never mingled with the outside world, their silks travelled across kingdoms. Valli, the lover of art, helped craft the finest fabrics and added her own touch: a secret verse embroidered on each piece. One of her silks, stitched with her soul, found its way to a palace. And it touched the heart of a man the world feared. Bhalladeva, Prince of Mahismati, who craved only power, was drawn to her words. For the first time, his heart listened. And the man the world feared began to smile, just for her. In front of her, nothing else mattered. The heart wants what it wants. What happens when the hidden twin steps into the light? When a forbidden romance is caught in the fire? Can the villain protect his love? His muse, his soul, his desire-his everything? The Villain's Muse

"Previously Titled 'Saga of the Timeless': Undergoing Major Revisions" Once, the Mahabharata failed. The Pandavas lost. Adharma rose. Aryavarta burned. On the battlefield of Kurukshetra-surrounded by ash, silence, and the dead-Arjun took his final breath. But instead of darkness, the world reset. Time rewound. Destiny rewrote itself. Now the war begins again. Only he remembers the ending. And into this second chance walks Ishvitha-a modern-day surgeon who never believed in gods, karma, or reincarnation. Yet fate drags her into a world of kings and curses, where her presence shifts everything. Hastinapur stands on the edge of envy, politics, and war. Two houses prepare to collide. And Ishvitha is caught between two forces: ⚡ Fierce as thunder-intense, relentless, impossible to ignore. ☀️ Steady as sunlight-quiet strength, unwavering warmth. Desire is only the surface. Why has time brought her here? Why does Arjun watch her with a fear that feels ancient-like he's lost her before? And if destiny can be rewritten... what price must be paid to change it? At the dawn of the epic-where love becomes weapon, where loyalty fractures, and where fire chooses what survives-Ishvitha must face the truth: She may be the key to saving Aryavarta. Or the reason it burns again. ✨ A sweeping mythological romance of fate, time, and the cost of rewriting destiny.

Uruvi, a golden hearted Princess of Pukeya, tried hard to change her destiny. She did not want to be married to anyone but unwantedly she befriended with two arch enemy Arjuna and Karna. One became her brother while another her husband. She tried to reconcile both of them with their wives, Arjuna with Chitrangada and Karna with Supriya. But would this big devotee and friend of Lord Krishna be sucessful in her endeavour? With whom her own destiny was then written? Who would be her friends and foes? Would she be loved and adored by all? Why Yuddhisthir loved her as his own sister? Why Duryodhan considered her as his friend and advisor? Why had wise Bhism considered her as as his own granddaughter? Could she convince Kunti to declare Karna as her first-born? Could she stop the great blood thirsty war of Mahabharata? Or would she also perish in this great blood thirsty battle along with her husband and sons? However Uruvi was not a well known as Karna Sangini. Mostly only one Karna's wife had been depicted. Some named her as Vrushali and some Padmavati. In the Ved Vyas Mahabharata the wife of Karna was only named as Karna-Sangini. Most would tell that the story of Uruvi was just a folklore and mentioned only in the scripts of South India. So kindly remember that fact before reading my book. She was Shankar Putri and Foster daughter of Bhumi Devi or mother earth. This is my original unpublished story and purely fan fiction and imaginative. It is copyrighted by only me. Nowhere except here it was published ever. It was not taken from any serial or book. It is part of my imagination. I don't want to hurt anyone's religious beliefs, feelings or sentiments. The pictures are taken from public domains. Images courtesy: Google Chrome, Pinterest and YouTube.

A simple temple girl and the crown prince of Chola. SHE is the love of his first youth. He fell so deeply that she became the source of his sanity. She became his desire, his love, his obsession, every feelings under the sun a man can feel. She ignited all that. HE is the temperamental, impulsive, stubborn prince that annoyed her too much. But before she could understand that there's a love other than the love she feels for her Kanha, Aditha Karikalan became the definition of love for her. At that tender age, two souls merged into one. Impulsiveness leads to the lover to lose his beloved. Both were too deeply immersed in their own darkness to ever dare to think about returning to each other. It eventually leads to tragic death. Aditha Karikalan accepted his demise happily in the hands of his beloved. And Nandhini finds peace in the streams of Kaveri, wishing to make amends in her next life. Kanha listened to their hearts. Aditha returns at his age of 18 with all his past memories. But he definitely isn't the only one, Nandhini's eyes flutter open and she realizes she returned when she was 12. Will she fall back into the darkness of hatred and revenge? With all the revelations she had in her past life. How will she face the man she ever loved again? Will Aditha let go of his Nandhini this time? Given his lost sanity the last time, he oaths to just leave everything and elope with her.

"You... you are... here." His voice came out as he whispered, surprising me. I tilted my head slightly and looked at him, responding to him. I licked my lips as I spoke back to him, "Sorry. I don't get what you are saying." I tried to keep it simple. But just as his soft fingers caressed my cheeks like a feather gracing over them, his cold fingers felt so good at the top of my heated cheeks that my body melted at his touch. "Ahh," I gasped at his sudden closeness and touch. I found myself leaning into it. He slowly leaned in, and his hot breath grazed the tops of my lips as I yearned for them to touch mine. Something then I didn't realise would cause the destruction I witnessed through the screen. ___________________________________________________________________ What happens when the villain's heart is filled with one face, the face that has guided him all his life, loved him, and been with him? Bhalla was many things, but he was a lover to his Nandhini, the sole thing holding up his humanity, his anchor from the world, which never supported him. But the only thing is that she is not from his reality or even real. She only visits him in his dreams, and in that dream, he lived, loved, and cherished; for him, that is his reality. Suddenly, he disappeared, leaving him in darkness as he had to fend off his nights with dreamless sleep. Only for her to appear in his reality without knowing him and their connection. Will the villain go to any extreme to get her back to him? To make her love him and see things from his perspective. She is his Niyati. Bhalladeva x OC

(For the sake of everyone, please don't read this 💔. Will be deleting SOON.) "Why me?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper. She backed up until the cold wall pressed against her, but he didn't stop, closing in until there was almost no space between them. He leaned down, his face inches from hers, breath warm against her cheek as he spoke, his voice low and almost too close. "Sorry, darling," he murmured, his tone soft and unsettling. "You just happened to be in the wrong place... at the wrong time." Aiswarya, a 20-year-old college girl, never imagined her life would take such a dark turn within a single night. Abducted by Arjun, a dangerous mafia leader, she's forced into a twisted marriage against her will. Arjun's attraction to her is undeniable, but it isn't love. Aiswarya is terrified, trapped in a nightmare she can't escape, while Arjun's possessive need for control starts to blur the lines of his desires. ❗WARNING:- IT'S CRINGE.❗

The dream made him feel alive The dream which he went to sleep every other night The dream that made him fall in love The dream showed him his reality And finally, the dream is nothing but her. She is his as much as he is hers, He only cools down in her presence, whereas he heats hers. God made her for him, and the same god sent her to him. He knows her throughout his life, whereas she only knows him as others have described. Will the dream survive reality, or will it perish? Witness the story that tries to combine one's heart with one's heart to make a life out of it. ________________________________________________________________ Updates: Mon - Sat @ 6 PM IST unless mentioned otherwise