If you're looking for a good heroine to root for... this is not the story for you. I don't believe in forgiveness. Only in getting even. I've lied, manipulated, destroyed lives- and I'd do it all again. To me, love was a game, sex was a weapon, and children... leverage. Until I died. I thought hell was waiting for me. Instead, I was given a choice. A broken mother begged me to save her daughter- the daughter we shared. My Chloé. Reborn in a world where she was doomed to suffer again. So I took the deal. Not to be better. Not to be forgiven. But because this time- my sins will have a purpose. I became the Villainess Queen. And I will give my daughter the life she deserves. Even if I have to destroy a kingdom to do it.

Aranya Maithili Kamble had never wanted much from life beyond the quiet pleasure of old things. She liked histories best when they were fragmented-when they asked to be pieced together slowly, patiently, with ink-stained fingers and unanswered questions. That, more than anything else, was why she had chosen archaeology. What could be more thrilling, she had once thought, than standing at the centre of every forgotten scandal, every erased devotion, every silence that history had deliberately kept? Instead, she spent her days cataloguing broken pots and arguing about ancient drainage systems. Three years into the profession, she was painfully bored. She blamed the films. The books. The romantic lies that had convinced her archaeology was anything more than slow, meticulous disappointment. There were no quests, no revelations-only sunburn, paperwork, and ruins that refused to speak. The Vaishnavata monastery in the northern foothills of the Sahyadris was no different. Old. Modest. Historically important, yes-but emotionally inert. Aranya sighed as she crouched beside what had once been a monk's sleeping alcove, absently brushing dust from the stone wall. Her brush struck something solid. She paused. and a palm-leaf slipped into her hands-almost as if the gods themselves had grown weary of her complaints about an unremarkable profession-her life, her fate, and every carefully maintained inch of her sanity would begin to unravel in that very moment, as her eyes fell upon a single name: Anurag Syamantakam.

Also available to read on AO3 and Tumblr! ───〃★ Order is everything. Her habits aren't quirks, they're survival techniques. And only three people in the world have permission to touch her: Mom, Dad, and Fernando. Then she meets Lando Norris. One moment. One line crossed. No going back. ─── Featuring an Autistic!OFC, a very slowburn romance, ableism on page, strong language, autistic meltdowns on page, and eventual (mostly fade to black) sexual content! Tumblr: @pitlanepeach AO3: @pitlanepeach

"Samay ne unhe alag kiya. Samay hi unhe fir milaayega" 🪔🦚🐚🪕🦢 Some stories are written once. Theirs is written every lifetime. She is a filmmaker drawn to forgotten legends tales of star-crossed lovers, cursed rivers, shadow-beings, and divine echoes. Stories no one remembers... yet feel strangely familiar to her. Then there is him the man who appears in places he shouldn't, who knows paths she hasn't taken, and whose eyes hold a silence older than memory. Every story she uncovers pulls them closer. Every step they take awakens something the world forgot. And somewhere between past and present, dreams and waking, destiny and choice the Kaalchakra, the eternal wheel of time, begins to stir. Some bonds return with every birth. Some truths wait for the right moment. And some loves... refuse to end. KAALCHAKRA - a dark, timeless tale where myth bleeds into the modern world, and two souls walk a path written long before they were born

Querencia ~ 𝘈 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘴 𝘥𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘯 , 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘴 𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘰𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧 This is the story of how two lonely souls , the last of their kind and the only one of their kind , found their home in one another whilst saving the Earth from alien threats. Doctor who X Oc ( AU Hope Mikaelson) Season 1 of Doctor Who ( Completed + rewritten) Season 2 of Doctor Who ( Completed + rewriting) Season 3 of Doctor Who (In Progress) Warnings of gore , swearing ,violence I do not own Doctor who ,all rights belong to the BBC I do not own The originals or Legacies , all rights go to Julie plec. I only own my Oc and her plot Started : 10:06:2022 Status : Ongoing - Updates slowly 1 in #Doctorwho - 23/01/26 1 in #Doctorwhofanfiction - 18/08/22 1 in #Whovian - 23/01/26 1 in #Mickeysmith - 23/01/26 1 in #9thDoctor -04/05/25 1 in #Jackietyler - 23/01/26 1 in #gallifrey - 23/01/26 1 in # doctorxoc -23/01/26 1 in #mikaleson - 13/11/22 1 in #Rosetyler - 19/05/23 1 in # Hopemikaelson ~ 18/09/25 1 in #paralleluniverse ~ 23/12/25

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓢𝓾𝓹𝓮𝓻𝓷𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓻𝓪𝓵 𝓫𝓮𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓶𝓸𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓸𝓻𝓲𝓰𝓲𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓼 𝓫𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓵𝓪𝓼 𝔁 𝓞𝓬

[Complete - Don't forget to vote and comment) This is a five shot story about Sai Joshi on the current track about Savi. Note - If you're looking for happy ending to Sairat then don't read it and avoid bashing the writer because you will just be wasting your time. This story contains dialect combined in Hindi and English Disclaimer - All the characters are owned by Star Plus and relevant parties

NOW FEATURED IN A CONDENSED VERSION IN THE IMAGINES BOOK!! --You work on the set of the Avengers as a makeup artist. For Tom Hiddleston. As time progresses you become great friends; and then the movie ends, so you're forced to part ways... right? Wrong. A romance that has hilarious problems, and wonderful heart. Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Prapti was the kind of girl everyone called a "baddie" confident, beautiful, bold, and always surrounded by attention. But behind her perfect image was a girl completely unlucky in love. Every relationship she had ever been in ended with cheating, lies, and heartbreak, until she finally stopped believing in love altogether. Then came Yuvraj. Quiet, nerdy, awkward, and the complete opposite of her world. What Prapti didn't know was that Yuvraj had been her one-sided lover for years, loving her silently from afar without expecting anything in return. Their story began with a fake relationship. Prapti needed a boyfriend to get rid of her toxic ex, and Yuvraj agreed instantly, even knowing his feelings for her were real. At first, everything between them was just an act...fake dates, fake texts, fake smiles for the world. But slowly, things changed. The more time they spent together, the more Prapti realized Yuvraj loved her differently. Gently. Purely. He listened to her, stayed during her worst moments, and cared for her in ways nobody else ever had. For the first time, love felt safe instead of painful. And somewhere between pretending and healing, their fake relationship became real. While teaching Prapti what true love looked like, he was silently fighting the hardest battle of his own life. When she found out, her world shattered. Because the boy she once treated as temporary had become the only person who ever loved her sincerely. Yuvraj showed her that real love is not about grand promises....it's about staying, caring, and loving someone even when life is falling apart. Tropes - Soft Male lead x Baddie Female Lead College Romance Fake Dating Soft Romance #1 Fake dating #2 Indian #3 India #4 Indian #5 India #fake dating #slowburn #bollywood

"Vi... Viaan, please don't do this.. don't leave me, please come back. It's our wedding day. Plea...please I'm begging you." "Do not ever call me again, Ira. It's over between us." The line went dead. That was all it took for him to left me at the Altar for her. *** ~ A REBIRTH STORY From childhood, Ira Veyansh was always compared to Niya Kapadia. Niya ~ the maid's daughter who could do everything better. Studies, sports, looks, manners, obedience, everything. Everyone loved Niya. Ira parents, her brothers, even the family celebrated her like she was one of their own. Birthdays, dinners, small achievements... the praise always went to Niya. "Ira, you should be more like Niya." "I wish Niya was my sister." "Take a lesson from Niya." Day by day, Ira felt invisible. Starved for love and attention, she did things she shouldn't have, hurt Niya, humiliated her, even darker. But nothing worked. Then came Viaan. Her childhood love. The one she thought would finally make her happy. But he chose Niya too. The pain and humiliation were too much for her to handle. That night, walking alone in the rain after being abandoned at her own wedding, Ira was hit by a truck. A brutal accident that ended her life. But life gave her a second chance. A rebirth. She remembered everything. Every insult. Every betrayal. Every heartbreak. And somewhere in that second life... there is this man. Reevan. A man she was never meant to cross paths with. Forbidden. Yet somehow... tied to her fate. Now, the question is, will she let fate repeat itself, or will she change her story?