"Evara Vohra used me for 5 years." That's what her best friend told me the day Evara "dumped" me. I believed her. For 10 years. Today, a girl delivered cake to my Mussoorie mansion. At midnight. In a mask. She didn't remember my name. But I'd know her scent in a graveyard. Zayav Malhotra: 27. Trillionaire. King of Scents. Evara Vohra: 24. Baker. Amnesiac. We were high school sweethearts. College lovers. Then a car crash killed her parents and stole 10 years of her memory. Including me. Her best friend made sure I thought she was the villain. So I became one. Now her adoptive parents sold her to my enemy. So I stole her first. My ring. My mansion. My prisoner. She thinks I'm a monster. I think she's the liar who broke me. But her scent is still cinnamon, old books, and the girl who promised "forever" at 16. And her best friend is still lying. He buried her in the hills to keep her safe. She has to remember why she should hate him. **The Scent of Her Betrayal: A Mussoorie Forced Marriage** HEA Guaranteed | Updates Tue/Fri 8PM IST

Some love stories begin with certainty. This one began with familiarity. At eighteen, Aarav Upadhyay leaves Banaras for Kashmir to study law, carrying ambition, homesickness, and more questions than answers. In a place far from home, comfort arrives in an unexpected form-Saksham Awasthi, an Indian Army officer and the one familiar face in unfamiliar land. What begins as companionship slowly deepens into something neither of them is prepared to name. But love and duty rarely walk the same road. Years later, Banaras brings them together again- not as boys discovering affection, but as men carrying unfinished history, unspoken confessions, and the quiet weight of choices that once pulled them apart. Tender, aching, and deeply human, Cardamom & Confessions is a story about queer love, courage, distance, and the question that lingers long after goodbye- What becomes of love when the world is still learning where to place it?

The 1st Tale from ᴛʜᴇ ꜱᴇᴄʀᴇᴛ ᴏꜰ ꜱᴇᴠᴇɴ ꜱᴘɪᴄᴇꜱ saga ʜᴇᴀʀᴛʙᴇᴀᴛꜱ & 𝐻𝑎𝑙𝑤𝑎 ....... Banaras has two kinds of love stories - the loud ones... and the ones that linger. Shreenika Baruah came to the city for her Masters in Psychology & Criminology, not romance. She believes in patterns, not destiny. Vyaansh Upadhyay was born into legacy - schools, traditions, expectations. He believes in consistency, not chaos. They meet in ordinary places. A temple line. A wedding corridor. A debate about scholarships and culture. Somewhere in the lanes, a secret blog watches. "Some glances are accidental. Remembering them isn't." - Lady Laung 🌿 This isn't a loud love story. It's the kind that chooses - every day.