"कालः क्रूरः-Time is merciless. But love... perhaps, is eternal." One moment, Urvashi was a second-year MBBS student, chatting with her friends. The next, she awakens in a world veiled in sandalwood scented air, echoing chants of a distant past and dharma. It's not a dream; it's Ancient Bharat―a land ruled by power, prophecy, and peril. Caught between conspiracies that could shatter kingdoms and secrets that could destroy her, Urvashi becomes the anomaly the sages never foresaw. And in the heart of the storm stands him―the Emperor of one of the greatest dynasties, Priyadasi Ashoka Maurya. With eyes like dusk and words that burn like agni, he says she's his vidhi, his fate and vows. "त्वं मम जीवने प्रभा असि"∿"You are the light of my life." But when love comes wrapped in clandestine royal chains and enemies lurk beneath golden thrones, Urvashi must decide: Will she return to her world, or become the legend...and the focus of his obsession?

A forced marriage binds two powerful men who never chose each other, turning their lives into a cold battlefield of pride and control. What begins as hatred and constant clashes slowly turns into a dangerous, unspoken attraction neither can accept. Living under the same roof, every moment blurs the line between enemies and something far more intimate. A hidden villain manipulates events from the shadows, pushing them deeper into chaos and truth. In a world of secrets and power, love grows quietly in the place where trust should never exist......

𝗙𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀. 𝗢𝗻𝗲 𝗦𝗼𝘂𝗹. 𝗔𝗻 𝗘𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗻𝗮𝗹 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻. "𝗧𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗶𝗿𝗰𝘂𝘀 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗼𝘄𝗻; 𝗶𝘁 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝘀 𝗶𝘁." For Y/N, life is measured in double-shot espressos and the quiet, protective comfort of her boss's gaze. Y/N's world is small, safe, and caffeine-stained-until the night the Freak Circus rolls into the outskirts of town under a blood-red moon. ​They aren't just performers. Behind the porcelain masks of Pierrot, the jagged grin of Harlequin, the manic energy of Jester, the clinical coldness of the Doctor, and the commanding shadow of the Ticket Taker lies a hunger that has rotted for centuries. ​When they step into her coffee shop, Y/N feels a terrifying sense of deja vu. Y/N doesn't know them, yet Y/N remembers the weight of their touch. Y/N doesn't know their names, yet their soul aches with a tragedy that hasn't happened yet-or perhaps, it already has. ​A debt was written in blood in an ancient wood. A promise was made as the monsters burned. And now, they have come to collect what is theirs.

Keyvana Tshania Winjaya tak pernah membayangkan hidupnya akan berubah secepat itu. Gadis kaya yang terbiasa hidup mewah, belanja di butik mahal, nongkrong di café elit, dan dikelilingi fasilitas serba ada itu tiba-tiba dipaksa menerima keputusan keluarganya: menikah dengan laki-laki desa pilihan sang ayah demi menjaga hubungan bisnis dan amanah keluarga. Yang lebih mengejutkan lagi, laki-laki itu tiga tahun lebih muda darinya. Ayyubi Dhanurendra-pemuda desa yang hidup sederhana, tenang, dan jauh dari kesan laki-laki kota yang selama ini menjadi standar Keyvana. Tinggal di lingkungan penuh sawah, ladang, dan tetangga yang saling mengenal membuat Keyvana merasa seperti dilempar ke dunia lain. Bagaimana tidak? Hidupnya kini berubah drastis. Dari yang biasanya menghabiskan waktu di pusat perbelanjaan, sekarang ia harus bangun pagi untuk ikut ke ladang, menghadiri kerja bakti desa, hingga membantu peternak ayam. Yap, begitulah nasib Keyvana-si gadis manja yang anti panas, alergi kotor, tidak tahan sinyal jelek, dan paling membenci keringat. Namun, bukan Keyvana namanya jika menyerah begitu saja. Ia selalu punya cara untuk kabur dari kewajiban. Apa pun dilakukan demi mempertahankan hidup nyamannya. Sayangnya, semua rencana itu tidak berjalan mulus. Hari-harinya justru makin kacau ketika sikap dinginnya terus berbenturan dengan Ayyubi yang terlalu sabar menghadapinya. Bukannya marah, laki-laki itu justru perlahan membimbing Keyvana memahami kehidupan sederhana yang selama ini tak pernah ia lihat. Di balik sikap tenangnya, Ayyubi diam-diam selalu ada untuk Keyvana. Menemani saat gadis itu merasa asing di lingkungan baru, melindunginya tanpa banyak bicara, dan membuat Keyvana sadar bahwa kebahagiaan ternyata tidak selalu tentang kemewahan. Akankah gadis kota itu mampu bertahan dengan kehidupan desa yang jauh dari kata sempurna? Atau justru perjodohan itu menjadi awal bagi Keyvana menemukan rumah yang sesungguhnya-di hati Ayyubi Dhanurendra?

I was only 7 when I met her, but we had an instant connection. We were inseperable. She was always happy and joyful around me, but me on the other hand, I was a completely different story. I suffered a disorder that caused me to have no emotions. I told her my condition and she understood, but one day she dissapeared, I didn't feel sad, worried or angry like I should have. I just continued my day like any other day, but by myself. I continued to have no friends as I got older and talked to no one, but it didn't bother me. I soon became the "weirdo" as most people would say. I became known as the girl with no emotions.

ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴀ ᴩᴀʀᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴍy ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴡɪᴛʜ yᴏᴜ ᴀʟʟ

An angel sworn to protect heaven. A fallen who was never meant to return. When their worlds collide, love isn't just forbidden...it could start a war. This isn't just a story about enemies. It's about what happens when fate rediscovers its war and love becomes the battlefield.

(ROUND 1,2,3 ONC WINNER ) Power is inherited. Revenge is earned. Haley was raised in a world where loyalty is currency and betrayal is fatal. She knows how to calculate, how to manipulate, how to survive. What she doesn't expect... is Nathaniel Valentino. He doesn't lose. He expands. He dominates. Nathaniel built his empire brick by bloody brick, turning enemies into warnings and weakness into leverage. Cold. Strategic. Untouchable. Until Haley steps into his world. When old bloodlines resurface and buried secrets threaten to ignite a war, they are forced into an alliance neither of them can afford - and neither of them can resist. Trust is fragile. Desire is lethal. And in a kingdom ruled by power, love is the most dangerous weapon of all. In velvet shadows, vendettas don't fade. They rule.

(ROUND 1,2,3 ONC WINNER ) Book Description 📖 Some faces are remembered by time itself. Hazel Singhania comes to Duskwood chasing a future she earned with blood, sweat, and sleepless nights. A medical student. A believer in forever love. A girl certain she has lived only one life. But Duskwood watches her like it knows her. Strangers stare as if she is a memory resurrected. Some offer protection she never asked for. Some carry a hatred they cannot explain. And some look at her like she is the reason they once lost everything. She has no past she can remember. No secrets she is hiding. No reason to be feared-or desired. So why does her presence awaken something ancient? Why does love feel familiar... and danger feels inevitable? Because some loves are reborn. And some curses never die. ~Troops Expect the unexpected... " You wouldn't last an hour in the asylum where they raised me..."