In the mysterious town of Larkspur, where stars bloom and secrets linger, Velina never expected a letter hidden in a library book to change everything. someone who knows exactly how she feels without ever having met her. She replies. He writes back. And a secret connection begins. And suddenly, Velina starts questioning everything- Who is the boy behind the letters? what if their story began long before this lifetime? And what truth lies buried beneath the stardust between them? A boy with secrets. A connection that defies time. A love story tangled in past lives, present pain, and the unknown future. If they find the truth, they could rewrite fate. If they don't... The stars might tear them apart again. A story of slow-burn love, hidden truths, and the kind of heartbreak that echoes through the stars. ✨ Slow-burn | Dual POV | Poetic | Mysterious Love

They say some wounds never heal-especially the ones carved across lifetimes. Aveline Mercer thought Aethervale College would be a fresh start-new dreams, familiar faces, and her childhood best friend, Scarlett Monroe, by her side. But when she crosses paths with Rhett Caldwell, a cold, brooding hockey star haunted by nightmares drenched in blood and helplessness, everything begins to unravel. As fragments of a past life bleed into the present-one filled with love, obsession, and a betrayal that ended in murder-Aveline is forced to face a chilling truth: someone once killed her... and the scar still burns. Now, history threatens to repeat itself. The past is clawing its way back-and this time, it might not let go. Reincarnation. Revenge. A love that refuses to die. ❁❁❁ 📌 Copyright Notice © 2025 Heaven Rivera. All rights reserved. This work is protected under copyright law. Do not copy, translate, repost, or adapt any part of this story without my explicit permission. Characters, plot, and content belong to the author. Let's support original creators. 💫 #HeavenRivera #AKnifeThroughTime

"Love" it heals, it breaks, it transforms. For Simran Malhotra, it was never just a feeling, but a battle written in the stars. She wasn't searching for love, yet destiny placed her between two men whose hearts burned for her in different ways. One would protect her like a prayer, the other would challenge her like a storm. Aman Birla, the man of silence and depth, whose soul still echoed with the music he once buried. For years, he had searched for a voice , a voice that unknowingly belonged to Simran. His love was patient, unwavering, and pure... the kind of love that asked for nothing, yet gave everything. And then came Raj Rajvansh - a name that carried arrogance and mystery. Behind his cold eyes lay wounds of loss, trust shattered, and dreams left unspoken. He had stopped believing in love, until Simran's presence began to crack the armor he had built around his heart. Between Aman's devotion and Raj's intensity, Simran finds herself standing at the edge of destiny. Will she rise into the love that feels like home, or surrender to the fire that refuses to let her go? And when the ghosts of her past return, will love be enough to save her... or destroy her? Let's step into her world - where every glance, every silence, and every choice will change everything.

"𝘛𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘩𝘶𝘳𝘵 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦" ................ "Y-you're married?" It wasn't a question. It was a statement, spoken like an acknowledgment of something he didn't want to believe. Sayantika lifted her head, her face a mask of indifference, while Vedikaa looked up at both of them, confusion etched into her young features. "Were. I was married." Her voice was steady, emotionless. She gripped Vedikaa's hand and began to walk away, but Abhiansh, desperate for answers, grabbed her wrist, halting her steps. The touch sent a shock through them both, years of unsaid words trapped in that single gesture. She turned back, her gaze falling to his hand on her wrist, then lifting to meet his eyes. "It would be better if you left my hand, Mr. Shakhawat. You're here for your work," she said coldly, her words like ice. With a sharp jerk, she freed herself from his grip, and walked away, leaving him to collapse under the weight of everything left unspoken. As she disappeared from view, a broken whisper slipped from his lips. "I'm sorry, Sayantika." ***** Abhiansh Shekhawat was the IG officer who came to investigate a case about a murder,but what happened when he saw the woman he loves more than himself as the widow and the mother of the 4 years old Nahhh!!!! There is still many things to be unfold It's not only a love story....