𝑻𝒖𝒎 𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒌𝒖𝒄𝒉 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒊 𝒔𝒊 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒚𝒂𝒏...... ❄️✨ 🔥 A Journey of Passion, Pain, and Unforeseen Love 🔥 In a world where discipline meets chaos, where ambition collides with destiny, and where past scars threaten the present-two contrasting souls find themselves entangled in a journey neither of them anticipated. 💖 Meet 𝐀𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐫𝐚 Aditi Mishra is a name whispered in admiration across the corridors of Class 11-a top-ranked student, a girl whose eyes reflect unyielding determination, whose laughter hides the weight of unspoken battles. But behind that fierce ambition lies something far darker-memories she has buried deep beneath layers of strength and silence. She doesn't let people in. Love, romance, or anything remotely close to vulnerability? They were never part of her carefully built world. But fate never asks for permission before rewriting someone's story. And Aditi's story is about to take an unexpected turn. 💫 Meet 𝐀𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 A boy of discipline. A man of unwavering focus. The world sees a brilliant Class 12 student, a head boy with an iron will and a reputation of being untouchable. His philosophy? "Discipline is the bridge between goals and accomplishment." With his dreams locked onto joining the Special Armed Forces, he allows no distractions-not even the whispers of admiration that follow him wherever he goes. Love is a weakness, an indulgence he cannot afford. He has spent years keeping emotions at bay. Until she crashes into his life.

~Subhadra "I'm unsure if his intentions are genuine or not. What if he only wants to marry me for political gain? Is he truly in love with me? " Tears began to well up in my eyes. What if I'm nothing more than a toy , a mere vessel to fulfill his desires Without being truly seen, loved, or valued for who I am? ~Arjun "As I reflect on my actions, I'm consumed by guilt and shame. How could I have kidnapped her without her consent? The thought of taking her away from her life, her loved ones, and her freedom is unbearable. I'm tormented by the realization that I've been selfish, prioritizing my own desires over her well-being. I keep asking myself, 'How could I do this to her? How could I be so cruel and thoughtless?' The weight of my actions crushes me. Is she truly happy with this marriage? ~• The beginning......

3 brothers, 3 women and 3 stories The vicious love of royals is a combination of 1 family and 3 vicious romances 1. THE VICIOUS BET Daharthya Rajput, the Maharaja Sahab, ruler of Vardhgarh, the holder of immense power. This was his identity, one that everyone know of, but was it all a man of no manner had to offer? He was a bad man, no privation. A ludicrous person no repudiation. But what if even a bad man got themself a love story? A love story with another, bad woman. Ahilya Rajadi belonged to a renowned family in Gujrat. Did she know that her one statement and her attitude to Raja Sahab of Vardhgarh, Rajasthan have a consequence so treacherous? Did she know that she will win over a bet in a chess game? 2. THE VICIOUS RESCUE The man has the eyes of a devil. This is what a woman said when they met their gaze with bade hukum of Vardhgarh. They called him dangerous just because he looked like one. But are words truly justification for someone's real self? Ekvarthya might be a man with devil's eyes, but he was also a man with lord's heart. And when the eyes of the devil and the heart of the lord find a girl suffering under an epicure man. Will he save her like a deity or tear the world apart like a demon? Jinitya suffered and never complained, and prayed for faith but her questions were asked by the Satan of hell rather the god of heaven. 3. THE VICIOUS DEALER Samaira was promised to his brother, destined to be married to Daharthya, she was out of reach, the person he was never supposed to see, at least not with the eyes of what he first saw her. It was all boundaries, one that should never cross. But luck is always in favour of a man who deserves it. And Jasvanthya did. The chote hukum of Vardhgarh was affected by dreams of a girl he knew he could never have, but now she was there in his bed. Next to him. As his wife. And yet he can't touch her. Not look at her. How come being next to her, she is still unreachable as she was ever?

"From Childhood i have desired him, Admired him, I can go to any extent to get him" Yashna Rajvansh, A Women who is madly in love with her childhood crush and ready to do anything to get him. "I don't believe in love or marriage, I have only one goal" Abeer Singh Rathore, A man who is feared across the continent. Will Love find their way ?

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.

Would the story of the Mahabharat have taken a different course if Karna had stood up for Draupadi in the dice hall? Will two of the characters of the epic both having elements of fire and having suffered most humiliation for no fault of theirs find the way to each other's hearts? This is purely a work of fiction based on the events and characters of the Mahabharat.

After a major heartbreak which made her too afraid to love again, Aarohi unexpectedly falls into the era of Mahabharata. She alternates between the past and present. While the present has drama of its own, in the old timeline, two men fall in love with her. But will she reciprocate their feelings? After experiencing how dangerous it is to put your heart in someone else's hands, will she ever love again? Or will she break their hearts instead? How will a modern girl react to the discrimination in the era? And most importantly, how will she handle living two lives at the same time?

A MAHABHARATA RETELLING ~~~ All the other flowers in the garden were brought up to envy the rose. Maybe shun it even. And admire it, too. Unusual ways. Too-red petals, too-sharp thorns, too-sweet fragrance. If only each flower did not have a mind of its own. If only stories were truly what one hand wrote them to be. If only the blood on every thorn was the fault of the rose and not that of the hunter. ~~~ Her breathing had suddenly halted as her eyes had accidentally landed on a piece of paper carelessly tucked under the lampholder on the bedside table. It looked like the work of a royal servant who had accidentally come across it while cleaning the room and then picked it up and tucked it away. She had carefully sat up and reached for it. The hot metal of the lampholder - like the one she had seen Draupadi seamlessly remove from a counter - had almost seared her palm, as she had hurriedly but carefully pushed it aside and retrieved the folded piece of what seemed like pearlescent paper. Touching it had felt like a grave invasion of privacy, but the curiosity that had suddenly roared and raced within her like a great river breaking free off a cliff. She had hurriedly unfolded the paper and had been greeted by a not-so-perfect handwriting and a volley of letters. It was a letter. A letter that looked like someone had ripped their heart out and presented it to someone on a piece of pearlescent paper. ~~~ WARNINGS: Scenes of intimacy and violence, possible hints of self-harm or similar intentions

An Archeologist Maya is a 21st Century girl, On a duty she accidentally fell in the deep and dark mysterious hole and ended up in the 3rd Century BCE. In the Drawapur Yug's people found an injured maiden. There people never saw her, she is different, strange, lovely, cute and beauty with intelligent. But What will happen when 2 extremely ancient and modern timeline people clash to each other, What their reaction, How they deal to each other, Is everything okay, The Great War is happened or not, Is anything change????? One thing is clear is that.... ...............Something extremely new ! Something extremely dangerous! AND EXTREMELY PAINFUL!!

❝𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧❞ ᴀꜱʜᴡᴀᴛᴛʜᴀᴍᴀ ♡ ᴋᴀᴜꜱʜɪᴋɪ 𝑨 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒎𝒆𝒅 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒚. ˙⋆ ᥫ᭡ ⋆˙ 𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒃𝒐𝒕𝒉 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒂𝒔𝒑𝒆𝒄𝒕, 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒈𝒓𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒚 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒂𝒇𝒇𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒙 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓. 𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧 He was born a Brahmin, destined to uphold the sacred wisdom of the scriptures, yet fate carved a different path for him. A son of the revered Guru Dronacharya, he mastered the art of war, becoming a warrior unparalleled in skill and ferocity. Turning him into a paradox, as he was both a seeker of knowledge and a harbinger of destruction. While she was Drupad's niece, the sunshine princess of Panchal, a vision of warmth and grace, her presence as radiant as the first light of dawn. She was a dreamer, who carried herself with an effortless charm, her laughter like the tinkling of wind chimes, bringing joy to all who heard it. Happy Reading!