"Veer, listen to me. It's not like..." "NOT ANOTHER WORD" Veer said in a calm yet dangerous manner, causing Ruhi to zip her mouth. he grabbed her arm, pushed her onto the bed, and hovered over her. "Do you think I'm a puppet?" Veer asked, to which Ruhi shook her head. "You must be so full of yourself that you can control me as you please right?," he asked in a hushed voice, grabbing her hand from and pressing it onto the bed. "No, Veer it's..." "SHUT UP" he shouted. "Never call me Veer again it's Veeransh for you" ‹𝟹 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Thakur Veeransh Singh, a 27-year-old businessman. Arrogant and cold yet calm, has always gotten whatever he desired. But this time, what he wanted was a tender soul. He didn't know how to express his feelings, so how could he tell her what she meant to him? Ruhi Sharma, a 25-year-old nurse with a heart full of compassion and love for everyone, only wishes to have a place in others' hearts. But how can she understand the emotions hidden deep inside his heart? She doesn't know what mistake she made that caused him to hate her so much. Two different people with different perspectives, yet neither knows how to express what's in their hearts. What will happen when fate brings them together? ────୨ৎ──── ©All right reserved

This is not a story about cruelty. It is about who is allowed to commit it. 10th November #1 in rebel SHANVI RATHORE 17 A prodigy. Quiet brilliance. Untouched by blood-soaked ambition. She exists outside the Ranawats' world- and that is precisely why she disrupts it. Before the sons, there is the father. AVINASH RANAWAT. The Mafia King. A man who does not rule from the front, but from beneath-where laws are bent, witnesses vanish, and fear is traded like currency. Power does not challenge him; it negotiates. Soon, through Mahima, his future wife, his shadow will stretch even closer to Shanvi's life. Then comes the heirs. SHAURYA RANAWAT. The eldest. Chief Minister of Rajasthan. The face of authority, the voice of law, the illusion of order. What he signs becomes legal. What he ignores ceases to exist. HARSH RANAWAT. Corporate head. Owner of Ranawat Corporation. Schools, institutions, businesses-he decides what is taught, who is protected, and who is quietly erased from records. Only four brothers walk the school corridors. AVIRAJ. ASHER. RIHAAN. RUDRA. They don't need titles here. They are the system. The red card is their language. Inside the locker door, stuck upside down with intention- a red card. The air shifts. By the next period, desks move away. Conversations lower. Friends forget names. Teachers don't hesitate to ignore. Cruelty no longer hides; it is sanctioned. The student is attacked not by the Ranawats, they don't need to make their hands dirty they just have to allow- Aviraj watches, unreadable. Asher smiles like it's a game already won. Rihaan decides how far it will go. Rudra makes sure no one interferes. And then-Shanvi. Her locker is never marked. Her name is never whispered with warning. Because the Ranawats do not protect everyone. They protect what belongs to them. And Shanvi- whether the world knows it yet or not- has already been claimed.

Book 1 in the Twilight Love series. This is a SLOW BURN Romance, A full-length standalone. •°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°• Engaged to a man she didn't love, Aarohi Malhotra struggled to maintain a delicate balance between duty and desire. She clung to the hope that by being the ideal daughter and accepting the man her father had chosen for her, she would finally earn his love. However, her fiancé shattered that hope, sowing seeds of self-doubt within her. Just when she felt lost, Dev Raichand stepped out of the shadows, revealing the true essence of love and showing her how she truly deserves to be cherished. Tropes: Stalking Age gap He fell first and harder Forbidden Love Billionaire romance Slow burn romance #1 in wattpadromance #15 in Love #12 in billionaireromance

On the night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput sat draped in red and gold, her pulse trembling beneath the weight of silk and jewels. The air was too still, too heavy, as though the palace itself held its breath. A sound shattered the hush-footsteps, steady and deliberate. She turned. Her groom stood before her, his face veiled in a mask , a sword glinting in his hand. Before her lips could form a word, the blade found her heart. Her bangles struck the marble floor in a scatter of sound, her breath faltered, and the palace drowned in silence. When her eyes opened again, time had lost its meaning. Centuries unraveled like threads: Empires rose and crumbled, storms clawed at the stone halls, and still she wandered-unseen, unheard, bound to the place of her death. Until one night, headlights cut through the darkness of the courtyard. From the car stepped a man-his presence carved against the winter air. His gaze swept the ruins... and stopped on HER. For the first time in lifetimes, Princess Meera was seen.

𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝟐 The King Of Samrat was once saved by a woman whose identity was unknown except her deep green eyes. But after a night, that woman disappeared like never existed making the King restless, because that night he owed his whole life to her and those Green eyes just captured his heart. After years, under certain circumstances he have to marry the daughter of general family and who coincidentally have the same green eyes he had seen that night. So many mysteries are hidden, two different woman with same eyes. Who was that woman who lost years ago? Are both the woman same but then why they have different face? Will the King able to discover the mystery behind that deep green eyes? 𝑹𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒔 #1 techniques (3/02/23)

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

Under heavy editing (This is the most cringe-ish sh!t my 17 year old self wrote. This books requires a lot of editing so I am issuing a warning here. Read it at your own risk before you d!e of cringe.) ............................ Back in the 15th century when the times were tough and the kings were ruthless blossomed a beautiful love story. Baadshah Ashar and Rajkumari Meera. Two completey different people for two completely different cultures. Coming form different backgrounds have their own complications, but Ashar did not care about it. When he saw the Indian princess for the first time he knew that he would marry her. But it's not as easy as it sounds. Being rejected by the princess's father for the third time was not something the young King could accept. So now with no option left he decided to take it the matter in his own hands. Attacking her empire was the easiest option he could come up with after being rejected and insulted by the old king. But when the king invites him on a feast with his army he expects him to leave without any bloodshed but the young king comes back to kabul with the most prized possession of the Suryavanshi empire. Meera. But what about the princess. Being married to an unknown person and leaving her home going away to a place miles away. Will it be easy for her to survive? ...........................

||PART 1- REGAL DUOLOGY|| Aradhya, the firstborn of the king of Shiladhika...her life wasn't very pretty. Dispised for being a concubine's daughter insulted on a normal basis and treated inhumanely, Aradhya grew used to it. Stripped of all her powers as a princess, she just stayed in the palace, quietly, and soundly and she was unsung. Her world, quiet, peaceful world tips to a whole other side when a crusade strikes her kingdom while keeping her marriage at bay. . . . . Vihaan, the most prestigious ruler of a prominent empire, Ashokdhar. Respected everyone, arrogant, and yet applauded. Resentment raged in his heart since he was nineteen to have the head of the king who severed his father's head at his feet. All he needed was a little spark that would release his rage without suspicion and on cue, it does. . . . . Forced into marriage, Aradhya and Vihaan detest each other. Not being able to escape, Aradhya tries to find peace with the relationship, and will the peace turn into something more? •[Unedited]• Begin- November 2021 End- November 2022 Has things a debut book ought to have, a mediocre story line, dislikable characters and a very twisted ideology. Deal with it. ~Highest rankings~ #1- conspiracy #1- disbelief #7- arguments #4- greed #2- King #1- India #50- romance (out of 1.4 Million tags)

After losing her mother, nineteen year old Tarika feels like she doesn't belong anywhere,not in her world, not even in her own skin. In a moment of despair, she does the unthinkable.But instead of an ending, it becomes a beginning. Tarika wakes not in her room, not even in her century, but in Dwapar Yug, face to face with the legends she once read about. She is more than what she seems. She is... 𝑨𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒚𝒂. The 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚍𝚊𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚎𝚛 of the sun. The 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 of the Pandavas. The bridge between two bloodlines destined to destroy each other. In a world on the brink of war, her choices could alter the Mahabharata itself and the course of history. One girl. Two warring clans. And a destiny no one could have foreseen. Who will she trust? Whose fate will she rewrite? When the past collides with the present, who will she save-before it's too late? Or... something entirely different from what she had planned happens. What if... she finds herself unconditionally and irrevocably in love with a mysterious man? ------------------------------------------------------------- • "I shouldn't want you. And yet... I can't stop myself." • "If the gods made her, maybe they aren't so useless afterall." 𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐀𝐉𝐎𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 ▪▪▪ {𝐎𝐂 𝐗 𝐎𝐂}