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

Love is never one sided, its always mutual✨️

A fake bride, A Cold Prince and them falling in love ✨️

Love is about Trust and kindness ✨️

(Book 1 in Forbidden Series) Leonardo Rosewood A kind but lonely 30-year-old guy, he's had some experiences that turned him into an atheist. He works as a high-ranking officer for the British East India Company. He commands power and respect. He's not rude, but he's not exactly the friendliest person either. Radha A 19-year-old girl with an innocent curiosity to explore the world, she faced a heartbreak when society forced her into marriage at of sixteen, wedded to a forty-eight-year-old stranger. Each day became unbearable as she silently endured pain, wondering if this is how her life would be. Yet, even in the pain, a hope burned within her, only because of her Kanha. She prayed to her Kanha, believing that someday, despite the harsh realities, she might find her own path to happiness and freedom. A love story that was never meant to be... but fate had other plans. Will their love endure and blossom in the orthodox society? Or would they get bleedingly ripped apart and forgotten in history? (This story is set in the 1910s in India, during the colonization era.) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction set in 1910s India and is not historically accurate. It is purely for entertainment purposes and does not intend to whitewash British colonial rule. The characters and events are fictional and should not be seen as a reflection of real history.

Long ago when they were in their early days,two brothers got parted away due to a sudden incident in their lives. The elder one tried his best to find the younger one, and kept doing so all his life. On the other side, all the life the younger one cursed his big brother for all the suffering and loss he has to feel throughout his life. The one wants to meet his blood, to hug him to feel him.. and the other one never wants to see the face of his big brother... what will happen when the two found each other and comes to know about their connection.. will the smaller one accept his brother or he will leave him once again for the fault which was never his.. to know more peep inside...

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BL (boy's love) oneshots of cricketers...

Jaddu x kuldeep