"If you do not want that bullet to go through her head" I spoke. She trembled sobbing. "Marry me" I spoke. Her eyes widened in shock. Her struggling halted and so did her sister's. "Why are you doing this to me Adeesh?" She sobbed. I gritted my teeth. I grabbed her jaw tightly. "9 years ago" I said. "You know what happened very well" I said vengefully. She sobbed. I was starting to get irritated. I took the gun and shot. Not at her mother. But the bullet barely missed her by an inch. Vedha screamed. Her knees buckled and she fell down. "If I can tell you one thing about me it's that Adeesh never misses sweetheart" I spoke. Her sobbings had subsided into hiccups. "Now be a good girl and get onto the mandap with me" she stood up with shaky legs and I held her palm tightly. I pulled her into the mandap that the priest had already cleaned and prepared. She stood on the mandap. The priest began to chant the mantras but I stopped him. "Just get to the main part" I said and the priest sighed. We exchanged the Varmalas made out of lotuses and roses and I tied the thali around her neck. Tears shedded down her face and dropped down to her locket. I leaned down to whisper in her ears and said. "Save your tears for later sweetheart. You have your whole life for crying"

[𝑅𝑜𝑐𝑘𝑦 𝑥 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟] The story follows a girl named Y/n- yeah, you! who mysteriously finds herself transported into the world of her favorite fictional movie. In this new reality, she discovers that she is not just a random character but the sister of ..... ━━━━━━━━━━━ "Since when did I have a brother?" She frowned. The maids looked at her contempt. "Mi-miss.... If you don't stop playing, Garuda sir will surely put us on death row." "..... WHAT?!!" ━━━━━━━━━━━ But that's not it.... what's with this disruption of the plot, eh and why are these characters acting strange? And.... what she strongly believes that, the main protagonist, a heroic- monster knight of many, is now hunting her down, believing her to be a threat. Y/n is filled with fear and uncertainty, knowing that if she can't find a way to escape or change the course of events, she might meet a tragic end at the hands of the hero she once admired and go back to her own world!! ━━━━━━━━━━━ "Curse that gurdian angle who left me here to die!!"

In the cold halls of Mahishmati, where love was a weakness and fear ruled hearts, Bhallaladeva stood alone - worshipped for his strength, but never loved for his soul. Until Shree was born. His aunt's daughter. Royal blood. Yet when her cries first echoed in the palace, he was the first to hold her - not as a prince, but as a man who, for the first time, felt something break open within him. Her tiny fingers curled around his, and she never let go. As she grew, so did his quiet devotion. She had only eyes for him. Not the warrior. Not the future king. Just him. And he? He only smiled when she was near. Her name alone could still his storm. She was light where he was shadow, softness where he had known only steel. No one ever looked at Bhalla the way she did. No one ever mattered like she did. But in a kingdom built on rules and bloodlines, love like theirs was forbidden. Still, Bhalla didn't care. He ruled for her. Burned for her. Lived only for her. Because from the moment she opened her eyes, Shree was the only one for him..

All rights reserved In the year 2025, young historian Vedika has dedicated her life to uncovering the lost stories of ancient India. Her latest expedition leads her deep into the Western Ghats, where legends whisper of a once-mighty empire- Mahishmati, now buried beneath time and silence. When Vedika and her team uncover the long-lost palace ruins, she feels drawn to one sealed chamber, untouched for centuries. Inside, she finds something.. A fragment of a broken mirror. The artifact calls to her in a way she cannot explain. Ignoring protocol, Vedika takes the mirror home. At first, it's just a piece of history to study. But soon, strange things begin to happen. The mirror hums faintly in her presence. Its surface seems to ripple like water. Then one night, as moonlight spills across her desk, she sees a reflection that is not her own. A pair of dark, watchful eyes stare back at her through the fractured glass. He speaks a language long dead, yet she understands every word. He calls her Devi. He tells her of a kingdom, of battles, of betrayal. Coming from a lonely home, Vedika begins to live for these midnight conversations. The voice in the mirror becomes her secret, her solace. The man within it feels impossibly real- commanding yet vulnerable, a ruler burdened by destiny. His name is Bhalladeva, Crown Prince of Mahishmati. The same Bhalladeva whom history remembers as a tyrant. As their connection deepens, Vedika sees the man behind the legend, the son striving for his father's pride. The prince overshadowed by his brother, the heart hidden beneath layers of ambition. She begins to wonder if history got him wrong. She faces a question that could change history: can love transform a man destined to be a villain, or is fate stronger than even the heart? A Rift in time for Bhalladeva is a sweeping tale of love, destiny, and redemption. A story where the past and future collide, and one woman's courage might rewrite the fate of an empire.

Maya only wanted noodles, Baahubali, and sleep. Instead, a storm shattered the night and dropped a half-dressed, furious ancient king into her living room. Not the actor. Not a dream. But Bhallaladeva himself. Alive. Armed. And looking at her like she was prey. One accidental cut on a replica crown becomes a blood-bond, dragging him from Mahishmati into her tiny apartment... and tying his fate to hers. He wants answers. He wants control. He wants her. When a stolen kiss at a Halloween party keeps his identity hidden, it does more than silence him; it awakens an obsession. Now Bhalla is learning her world...her rules...her body. Powerful, possessive, and fatally seductive, he'll do anything to return home- even if he must take her with him. But Maya's beginning to realise something far more dangerous; Some crossings can't be undone. Some kings don't let go. And some desires were never meant to exist... Especially when the villain chooses you.

An attempt at FELUDA FANFIC here!! As a newly graduate Dr. Sujata is on residence-duty in a hospital in Kolkata, she finds herself annoyed by an 87-year old, seemingly lunatic man; until she meets his brother, Tapesh R. Mitter. Realising that the man she is treating is none other than her childhood detective hero, Feluda himself, Sujata learns some secrets about him that the books never talked of. SPOILER: It's a romance. NOTE: I do not own the characters Feluda (Pradosh Chandra Mitter), Topshe (Tapesh) & Lalmohan babu. All rights for these characters are reserved to their respective owners. (P.S: I'm not Bengali myself, so I've got limited resources and using google translate for some stuff. Any corrections/suggestions/inputs are always welcome!!)

Uzair Baloch-an omen whispered through Karachi's veins. Rehman Dakait's right hand, baptized in gunpowder and blood. His life was a procession of executions, smoke-filled rooms, and souls erased without hesitation. Violence wasn't his descent-it was his inheritance. Then, one night He meets her again after ages. The girl from before the rot set in. Untouched. Luminous. A living contradiction to the monster he has become. And in her quiet presence, amid the darkness he commands, Uzair realizes- this isn't salvation. It's temptation. The kind that ruins men far more surely than bullets ever could.

A love story of Uzair baloch and Mehr Lashari also uploaded on Ao3 - writerkive

Their marriage was approved by the state. Their emotions were never part of the plan. Hamza Ali Mazari and Zara Mazari are elite Indian intelligence operatives-legally married, strategically paired, and emotionally detached. Their union isn't built on love, but on clearance levels, shared files, and a mission that requires them to exist as husband and wife on paper. Nothing more. When they are deployed into Lyari, Karachi, their marriage becomes the perfect cover. A couple draws less attention. A couple is trusted. A couple survives longer. But Lyari is not a place that respects plans-or boundaries. There is no romance between them. No promises. No softness. Only professionalism, discipline, and the understanding that failure is not an option. As the mission unfolds-mirroring one of the agency's most classified operations-the lines begin to blur. Not slowly. Not gently. But violently, under gunfire, whispered strategy, and moments where survival depends on trusting the other more than the system that trained them. What begins as coordination turns into instinct. What begins as obligation turns into something neither of them is trained to handle. Because love was never supposed to exist here. And if it does, it becomes the most dangerous liability of all. In Lyari, they were sent in as spies. They may not come out the same people.

In a world where bloodlines are battlefields and loyalty is a death sentence, Veena Mobeen is a masterpiece of deception. To the elite of Karachi, she is the refined daughter of a powerful patriarch but in reality, she is an undercover Indian operative embedded deep within enemy lines. Her mission is the most dangerous of her career, to infiltrate the ruthless Lyari underworld, map its connection to transnational terrorist organisations and dismantle the network before it can ignite a regional firestorm. Standing in her way is Uzair Baloch, the second in command to the most feared man in the city, Rehman Dakait. Uzair is a man forged in the shadows of a relentless turf war, cold, calculated, and seemingly untouchable. He is the iron fist that enforces the gang's rule and the gatekeeper to the intelligence Veena needs. He has survived a lifetime of bullets and betrayals by trusting no one, making him the ultimate target for her strategic seduction. But as Veena weaves her web, the architect of the lie finds herself trapped in a structure of her own making. What began as a cold blooded play for information spirals into a raw, primal obsession. Uzair's devotion is as terrifying as it is absolute, his touch awakens a hunger in Veena that her training never prepared her for. Their story is a high stakes collision of national duty and forbidden desire. As the lines between her mission and her heart blur, Veena is forced to play a lethal game, to stop a terror plot, she must betray the man who has claimed her soul.