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VikramSamhita ~ A History of Unwritten Love by Ira_Alessia
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Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?
𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐂𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐞 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐢 by Zya_script
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☘︎ 𝑫𝑬𝑺𝑰 𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑪𝑶𝑴 "𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒓𝒆𝒘𝒆𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒇𝒇𝒆𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒆 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒌𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒌 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒊-𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓,𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒑𝒊𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔" 𝑺𝑨𝑵𝑨 𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑹𝑾𝑨𝑳 , all she ever wanted was a place to call her own. As the eldest daughter of a loud, loving joint family in Dehradun, she's spent her life putting others first-until one day, this girl who was sunrise in human form-glowing with old Bollywood songs, her jhumkas chiming like temple bells, and her chai always had that extra spoon of sugar to match the drama in her day, dares to put herself first and buys a cozy little house in Delhi. Her dream home. A space without constant knocks on the door, unsolicited advice, or shared cupboards. Except-plot twist-it's already been sold. To 𝑲𝑨𝑰𝑹𝑨𝑽 𝑨𝑯𝑼𝑱𝑨 . The overly logical, emotionally constipated NRI from New York, the one who cursed mornings but still showed up-clutching a cup of black coffee with zero sugar as bitter as his overactive mind, noise-cancelling headphones on and wearing sarcasm like cologne, has returned not for a vacation-but for a memory, to buy back the house where he grew up, the house that once belonged to his parents, divorced parents. For him, it's not just property-it's a piece of his childhood. Now what ? Both have legal papers. Both want the house And neither is willing to leave. So what do they do? Exactly what any two stubborn people would do- They stay . Together . Become accidental housemates 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 the Mr.Fraud seller is found. And then? let's just say-𝑩𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒊 , 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒊𝒍 𝒕𝒂𝒌 𝒋𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒆- Because sometimes the wrong house can yo