Paras was the king's shadow. The man who stood closest to the King and would have taken a bullet for the crown without hesitation. Jayanth was the king's secretary,deeply skeptical of the young commoner who had inherited the throne. But when an assassin's bullet tore through the palace, everything changed. Paras, the most trusted man in the kingdom, was exposed as the traitor. Jayanth, who had never quite liked to the new king, became his fiercest protector. This is the story of two men bound by duty, torn apart by betrayal, and slowly, painfully, finding their way back to each other. Through twenty-two years of friendship, a single moment of weakness and years of prison visits.

Kavya,after being molested by her in-laws runs away one week before her wedding and ends up in a village. Keshav who is a priest in a village, who fell for kavya the second he saw her. What will happen when kavya asks him to marry her but it will be a CONTRACT MARRIAGE.

「 ✦ 𝗗𝗔𝗥𝗞 𝗥𝗢𝗠𝗔𝗡𝗖𝗘 ✦ 」 ──────── ★ ⋆˙ ↪ #𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐇𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 (𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐛𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞) Love was never meant to be gentle here. Not when obsession disguises itself as devotion. Not when hatred turns into something harder to escape. Not when losing the person you love feels worse than losing yourself. Three stories. Three broken hearts. And men willing to destroy everything for the ones they cannot let go. ──────── ★ ⋆˙ 𝕭𝖊𝖓𝖏𝖆𝖒𝖎𝖓 × 𝕬𝖓𝖎𝖐𝖆 "I hate you, Benjamin Anderson." "Say it all you want, Bella... you're still mine." ──────── ★ ⋆˙ 𝖁𝖎𝖓𝖆𝖞 × 𝕶𝖗𝖎𝖕𝖆 "You said I only used you. So leave me alone." "I can't, Kripa... because losing you was never part of the plan." ──────── ★ ⋆˙ 𝕵𝖆𝖒𝖊𝖘 × 𝕷𝖚𝖓𝖆 "What are you doing here, James? We're over." "And let you belong to someone else? Never." ──────── ★ ⋆˙ ✦ Love that burns. ✦ Love that breaks. ✦ Love that refuses to end.

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

She was created from a god's silence. He belonged to a world that no longer believed in gods. When Karunya crosses from Satya Yuga into Kali Yuga seeking answers, she finds something far more dangerous than truth - a love that was never meant to exist. And the divine does not derail without consequence.

When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power? Cover by - @_crescent_tales

Anvika Mittal x Ekansh Sinha 🖤 Driven by a burning desire to rid the world of crime, Anvika enters the treacherous underworld, only to be consumed by its shadows. In a heartbreaking twist, she falls for the very monster she vowed to destroy, trapped in a deadly dance with the greatest sinner of them all. Will she succumb to the devil's grasp, or will her principles prevail over her desires?

"See a future with him, pretend to move on... but when it's time to become a bride, it'll be for me. You can hate me all you want, but my name will be in your fate." The monitor backstage buzzed with Swaraj Malhotra's voice, slick with self-satisfaction. "Dhananjay Singhania ke paas na toh bahu hai, na hi bahumat." I almost pitied them. Almost. "Sir?" my aide whispered. "We're live in two." I smiled, not the charming kind they use for posters, the other one . the kind that didn't reach my eyes. The kind that meant someone was about to regret underestimating me. The one that makes my team nervous. Because they know when I smile like that, it means I'm about to ruin someone's perfectly planned day. I walked up to the stage, every step measured. The anthem played. Composure is a crown, and I wear mine well. The Chief Justice handed me the Constitution, his expression solemn. "Repeat after me." as he gestured me forward, the Constitution opened before him. I raised my right hand. "Main Dhananjay Singhania..." My voice echoed back through the hall, too calm, too rehearsed. I could already imagine Swaraj watching this on his fancy LED, smug and proud of his own line. "Main Dhananjay Singhania, shapat leta hoon ki main apne pad ke kartavya..." The words droned on, heavy and holy. Every syllable was a performance loyalty, integrity, service. Funny. Everyone in this room had sold those words long ago. And then I saw her. Front row. White saree. Minimal makeup. Hair tied loose. Sitting right in front , her father's daughter, my rival's pride. I forgot the cameras. The promises. The Politics. "Bahumat toh mil gayi..." I said into the microphone, pausing deliberately. The Chief Justice froze. The crowd murmured. My security chief mouthed something that looked suspiciously like "sir please don't-" Too late. "Ab bas bahu ki kami thi." In one sentence, I did two things - proposed to my rival's daughter and declared a war.