A story of love, mutual feelings, heartbreak, memory, second chances, understanding and the kind of love that ruins you beautifully and fixes you much more beautifully.💗

She married the uniform. He loves only his badge.

A no-nonsense doctor. A charming astrologer. An arranged marriage between logic and fate. She doesn't believe in destiny. He doesn't believe in love. But the stars have other plans.😉😉

Two worlds collide in college. Anuradha Ray, confined by family expectations, seeks freedom from her role as the business heir. Karthik Chauhan, a musician, returns to campus, balancing ambition and passion. Together, they find solace, strength, and the courage to face what lies ahead. *This is not a fan fiction. No characters from the movies are used here. PS: No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any means, electronics, photocopying without the permission of the author. This book is a fiction work. Names, places, character and incidents are merely from the imagination of the author, any resemblances of living or dead, events is entirely coincidental.

Life has been pretty good for Diego Shekhar Moretti, an Indian Italian businessman until he had to leave the lifeless man to safe his own life and to fulfill the last promise he made to the man, his godfather, Demetrio Agosti. A promise to find his daughter that he had pronounced dead years ago. With no clue, Diego sets a blind mission in search of the last Agosti. ---***--- Not a Fan Fiction. This story doesn't carry characters from films.

A man who has been falsely promised for a throne forms an alliance with someone who could be his shield to protect his name. From the alliance begin the disappearance of men from the kingdom of Kavish. Learning about the missing innocents left two young royal bloods from two different kingdoms, distraught. As the fate plays its role, Nakshathra and Dhruva were made to meet each other binding them in a heart bond. Deciding to come to an alliance, they dive into finding the innocents who were trapped in the whirlpool of revenge. But in the game of royal conspiracies and revenge, peace and happiness were a mere treat not a feast. However, they have to race upon hurdles to bring harmony in the kingdoms and in their lives all the while keeping themselves alive.

The first time Mithra met Jai, she knew he was trouble. Not just because of his sharp smirk and the lazy arrogance with which he carried himself, or the way his eyes lingered on her like he was trying to figure her out. No, it was something else-something more dangerous. She had spent her whole life surrounded by men who spoke in power and violence, men who claimed things that weren't theirs to claim. And yet, when she looked at Jai, she saw a different kind of danger. The kind that could make her forget everything she had built around herself. She wasn't supposed to fall for him. And he wasn't supposed to fall for her. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. Now, standing in his room, her back against the locked door, she looked up at him-his hair damp, his shirt clinging to his skin, his dark eyes burning with something raw and unrestrained. "You really think I beat him up because he threatened me?" Jai's voice was low, dangerous, his body mere inches from hers. Mithra frowned, confused. "Isn't that why-" Jai let out a sharp, humorless laugh before gripping her waist and yanking her forward. Mithra gasped. "You don't get it, do you?" His grip tightened, his breath hot against her skin. "I beat him up because he dared to touch you." Her heart stopped. Jai's eyes held an intensity that made it hard to breathe. "I beat him up because you're mine," he whispered, the words searing into her like a promise, like a curse. Mithra wanted to deny it, wanted to push him away, wanted to remind him that they were from two different worlds- But the way he held her, the way his voice shook with fury, with possessiveness, with something terrifyingly close to desperation- She knew she was already his. Even if she didn't want to be.

Prabhas paid no attention to anyone else but the brunette he spent all morning with. It was almost as if their staring contest became a whole other form of communication. One way where they spoke more truthfully than with words. In the split second of a cracking mask, he was able to see the emotions on Mithrah's face. Possibly, it was her lips that portrayed her feelings, not yet smiling but faintly curving as if they wanted to. Prabhas smiled softly before looking away, being the first to break the staring contest.

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