Aradhya Varma, a 23-year-old Master's student in Delhi university. A trip to an abandoned palace from British era. A mystery unsolved for generations. A chance rewritten. Would she be able to heal what destiny once broke? Or the destiny would win once again? *************************************************************************** Aradhya: Leave. Me. Alone. ???: What you are asking for is one of the few things that I cannot do. Aradhya: What is it that you want? ???: You. You are what I wan- no what I NEED sweetheart. Aradhya: Never. *glaring* ???: Never say never sweetheart. *smirking* *************************************************************************** Read the book to know more.

What if Ballaldeva Never Killed Baahubali.... What if Baahubali never fell for devasena but for her little sister.... This is my first story so there will be grammar mistakes so please don't mind them ..... Love you.... Darlings

In the cold halls of Mahishmati, where love was a weakness and fear ruled hearts, Bhallaladeva stood alone - worshipped for his strength, but never loved for his soul. Until Shree was born. His aunt's daughter. Royal blood. Yet when her cries first echoed in the palace, he was the first to hold her - not as a prince, but as a man who, for the first time, felt something break open within him. Her tiny fingers curled around his, and she never let go. As she grew, so did his quiet devotion. She had only eyes for him. Not the warrior. Not the future king. Just him. And he? He only smiled when she was near. Her name alone could still his storm. She was light where he was shadow, softness where he had known only steel. No one ever looked at Bhalla the way she did. No one ever mattered like she did. But in a kingdom built on rules and bloodlines, love like theirs was forbidden. Still, Bhalla didn't care. He ruled for her. Burned for her. Lived only for her. Because from the moment she opened her eyes, Shree was the only one for him..