The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

She was just a tired grade school teacher in the modern world- unappreciated, overworked, and denied her promotion year after year. Her only escape was her favorite otome game... until a tragic accident with a banana peel ended her life. When she opened her eyes again, she wasn't in her small apartment anymore. She was in a luxurious mansion. In a child's body. The villainess of her favorite game. Born as the real daughter of a Marquis, she knew how her story was supposed to end: starvation, betrayal, poison, and death. Her stepmother and stepsister would steal everything from her, and her own father would let her die without a tear. But this time, she refuses to play the role of a doomed villainess. Armed with memories from her past life, loyal brothers at her side, and a sharp tongue sharpened by years of teaching, she'll rewrite fate itself. Yet the world of nobility is more dangerous than she imagined- scheming crown princes, false heroines, poisonous stepmothers, and a cold northern Duke whispered to be a beast. But what if the "beast" turns out to be the one man who sees her for who she truly is?

~Glimpse~ "Kruti, You are not going anywhere with that Bastard" Abhiraj Growled making Krutika Glare At Him. "And Who are you to stop me?" Krutika retorts. "Your fucking Bestfriend" He said As He held her arm pulling her closer. His words made Krutika's anger Increase. "That's Right. You are my BESTFRIEND. You hear me Bestfriend. And you don't have any right to stop me from dating anyone I want. Is that Clear Rathore" She Yelled. Her words Made Abhiraj's Heart Go haywire. He knows he can't let the love of his life go to some other person. "No matter what you say Kruti. You. Can't. Go. To. Any. Other. Men" He said Stressing on every word he spoke. "Oh really, Care to tell me why?" Kruti asked just to hear The words she wants him to say. "Because. You. Are. Mine. Krutika" ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ Abhiraj Singh Rathore, Second Son Of Rathore Family. A Very calm, collected yet stubborn and smart Man. Holding the position of CFO of Rathore Industries and Rana sa of Rajasthan. Respects his family alot. In love with his bestfriend but Is in Denial. Krutika Singhania, Only Daughter of Singhania Family. A very bubbly and Fun loving yet Calm and Sweet girl. Holds the Position Of A well Known Architect. In Love with Her Bestfriend but Never told him. •••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Two Bestfriends, Known each other from Childhood, Love each other a lot but Are in Denial. What do you think will happen? Will they Confess their feelings or Ruin their Life Because of this Denial. to find out, do read Rana sa's girl.

✨️[GETTING TRANSLATED]✨️ She came to attend her cousin's wedding but in a twist of events, she became the bride. Now trapped with a grumpy zamindar and his unpredictable family, will she fall in love or convince him to leave her? ◖Age Gap ◖Desi Erotica ◖Soft Romance ◖Slow Burn Romance ◖Forced Marriage ◖Suspense

When Serena enters a new workplace, she has one rule; stay focused- no matter what. It soon turns out to be easier said than done when she meets her new boss. Valentino is strict, the epitome of difficult and much to her dismay; unbelievably fucking hot. She's determined to ignore the attraction she feels to him for the sake of keeping her job. But what Serena doesn't know is that Valentino can't get her out of his his head. He thinks about her everywhere. He feels captivated by her. He wants her. And he hates every moment of it.

A Dark Mafia Romance | Alessandro x Ila She moved to London with a dream. He ruled the city with bloodied hands. She was a fire he should've extinguished. He was the devil she should've run from. He wasn't her savior. He was the storm she never saw coming. His obsession, her defiance, a love that burns. But fate had other plans. When Ila Verma, a fierce, independent woman, crosses paths with Alessandro Dante, the dangerously obsessive mafia king-her world spirals into a whirlwind of passion, power, and peril. He doesn't ask. He takes. She resists. He burns for her. And in a world full of shadows, secrets, and scars... He'll destroy the world just to keep her. This isn't just a love story. It's possession. It's addiction. It's him or no one. Warning: Contains mature themes, intense passion, and one very dangerous man you'll fall hard for.

Book 1 under Raghuvanshi series #Raghuvanshi Series Prologue " Who are you??", He asked her, trapping her against the bathroom wall. " What are you talking about? I am Tara, your wife, mother of your children. Did you have memory loss or something??"She asked, trying to behave normally. " Are you still going to lie?? Even after what happened last week??"He asked her with fire in his eyes. " What happened last week?? We just spent a night together, that's it. It's normal between husband and wife", She said nervously. She felt her face turning red thinking about what happened last week. He got more angrily at her. He pulled her towards himself, making their chests collide. " Ohh really.....You are my wife?? Mother of my children?? Then why were you a virgin until I took your virginity last week??"He asked angrily. She was shocked to hear him. She never thought he would remember everything about that night. He was very drunk that night after attending his office party. " You thought I wouldn't remember everything about that night, right?? So let me tell you sweetheart, I remembered each and everything which happened that night between us,how I made you scream my name the whole night....", He said, giving an open mouth kiss near her lips. Full story will be available on stck......

Since seventh grade, Kanika has been Anakveer one and only sanctuary-his best friend, his *pasandida aurat.* She believes in their unshakable "bro code," but for Anakveer, there's nothing brotherly about the way he craves her. To him, she's already his-whether she knows it or not. But when unspoken desires begin to blur the lines of their friendship, will his obsession tear them apart? Or will his dark world pull her in, corrupting her soul until she belongs to him-*forever?* _________________________________________ Kanika Guhilot-a 25 year old post graduate, a sharp-tongued, curvy goddess, and the so-called "lazy soul" of the Guhilot family. As the middle child, she perfected the art of dodging nosy relatives with her half-hearted attempt at preparing for civil services. Marriage? Not on her wishlist-*ever.* Life is complicated enough without adding a husband to the mix. Anakveer Rajput-a 25 year old graduate, the notorious bad boy and youngest heir of an empire that spells terror in the business world. To outsiders, he's nothing more than a spoiled brat with a short fuse, but beneath the surface, he is the undisputed terror king of his bloodline, ruling the underworld with an iron fist,he's the ruthless ruler of the underground-a king who bows to no one. No one, except *her.* _________________________________________ Troops: Slow Burn ❤️🔥 Forced marriage Mafia husband Bestfriend to forced husband Grumpy × insecure soul Anger issue × Attitude problem He fell first & harder Obsessed husband Possessive partner Loyal × loyal Corrupted soul× Innocent soul Intence mature content 🔥

if you looking for a love story then this is for you This is the story of a couple who is brought together by the destiny. Abhishek Singh Ranawat The is most ruthless and fearless mafia king and the king of jodhpur.he hates lies.he doesn't believe in god and love.whoever betrayed him he gives them tour of hell.he is hurt form his past.he is devill of underworld who gets obsessed an pure angel . Isha The innocent , sometimes bold, kind, beutiful,a book worm girl. she wanted to be a fashion designer but because of her father she has to do a B.C.A .because of her hurtful past she is still in trauma. Who is holding so many secrets in her heart. She is talkative, He is listener. She is childish, He is mature she is broken, he is her healer she is calming moon, he is burning Sun She is his godess He is her devote. Let's see how they will meet each other.how the devil will heal a pure angel And how he will make her fall for her. How he will knows the secret identity of his godess. Will his godess's presence will heel his past wounds ? Will Abhishek's obsession protect isha. sweet × ruthless innocent mafia × ruthless mafia bold × dangerous shy × flirty kind × heartless Trops: forced merrege Love at first sight obsessed sweet love cute fights mafia 's madness some secrets Buckle up your belts and let's dive into the story 😊 © All Rights Reserved

#1stStory She swore to hate him- He swore to own her- "Marriage doesn't work like this," she hissed, breath shaky. His lips curved into a dark smile. "In my world, marriage works however I want. Either you marry me, or I'll ruin you first-and still make you mine." Her palm cracked across his cheek. "Shut up, bastard!" He stilled, slowly touching the sting she left behind. His eyes burned with something deadly-and hungry. "You shouldn't have done that," he whispered. "Now you'll never get rid of me." She stumbled back to the window. "I'll jump! I'll end it here!" "Jump," he said smoothly, almost amused. "I'll catch you in the air. I'll follow you to hell if I have to. Baby, you don't escape me-not in this life, not the next." Her body trembled on the ledge. "I'm serious." He moved behind her, wrapping her waist in a bruising grip. His breath scorched her skin as his mouth pressed cagainst her neck. "So am I. If you jump, I'll fall with you. Heaven, hell, doesn't matter-" his lips dragged along her throat, possessive and cruel, "-you'll still be mine before we hit the ground." ♧•°●●°•♧ #1 femaledoctor #1 intenseromance #1 loveandpower #1 Indian setting #1 Citylife #1 Craziness