"Come on, give me your bag. I'll carry it." Navika frowned. "Why? It's not even heavy." Yug smirked, slinging it over his shoulder anyway. "Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... Apka stress kam karna he, meri life ka happiest moment ban jata hai." (Because sometimes, Miss Sharma... reducing your stress becomes the happiest moment of my life.) _______________________________________________ 💗💗Update Schedule: Every Monday 💗💗 Best rankings: #1 in Relatable _______________________________________________ This isn't your usual mafia/CEO/forced marriage Wattpad plot. It's a slow burn. It's messy. It's full of drama. And maybe, just maybe, it'll destroy your "delulu" about Mr Perfect or Miss Elegant. Because sometimes... love isn't about perfection. It's about finding magic in the most unexpected places. Getting comfort, in the people you don't wanna even see, or maybe you do, just you don't admit it. _______________________________________________ Navika Sharma: polite until pushed, gentle until challenged, and lethal when she chooses to be. Brain sharp, humor sharper. A computer science girl who doesn't shout - she wins Yug Arora: the quiet guy until something pokes his emotions - then it's blunt honesty, restless loyalty, and panic hidden under bad jokes. A tech-smart, socially-confused boy who acts tough, feels too much, and melts the second Navika steps in. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Navika × Yug ~ NAVYUG: a new era ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ She is the symbol of dedication. He is the beat of the dance floor. Her comfort zone is novels. His leisure time is gaming. She can rule with her eyes. He can ruin with his words. ***Tropes *** ⁎Enemies-to-Lovers (one-sided) ⁎Opposites Attract ⁎He Fell First. She fell harder ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Same college. Same branch. Zero idea how love sneaks in. But when it did, it hit like bliss- UNTIL DESTINY HAD OTHER PLANS. Will destiny separate them? Or love will find its NAVYUG?

"Kill me or marry me." I said, lifting my chin, trying not to show any kind of fear in my tone. "You know that I can't kill you." He spoke after a good moment of silence. "Then marry me." I again said. I can't believe that I am doing this. I was literally convincing my biggest enemy to marry me at any cost. "And why would I marry you?" He asked in a sarcastic way. "Because you are responsible for my miserable state." I said. "So you want me to marry you out of compensation?" He asked. "Yes," I said, because I have to marry him. "You will regret it." He said it in a dangerous tone, and I gulped. "We will see." I challenged, and I felt him scoffing. "You will receive the invitation and the date of the wedding soon. Be ready for me to ruin the rest of your life." He said and walked out of the room. I kept standing there, gathering all the courage I have. ********* Maitreyi Kanwar, the forbidden princess of Rajgarh, seeking to take revenge for her family's death. She was a weak soul from her childhood, being a neglected daughter. But after losing everything in the war against Udaipur, she decides to be brave and take revenge on the prince of Udaipur. "I will show him what it feels like to lose one's whole family." ******** Pradhuman Singh Shekhawat, the prince of Udaipur, a dangerous soul in the mask of an innocent man. He hated one thing in his whole life, Rajgarh. Now that he killed both the princes of Rajgarh, he felt relieved. But suddenly the princess, who was hidden from the whole world, called him and asked him to marry her. "She herself asked for her life to be messed up, and I will surely fulfil her wish." The biggest irony? Her name is Maitreyi, which means friendship, and her intentions are completely opposite. But it wasn't like that from the beginning. BOOK #2 IN THE HISTORICAL SERIES, CAN BE READ SEPARATELY.

"Do you know, Guruma told me how much she likes me being there." Thirteen year old Meenakshi spoke about her new life. "She is absolutely right. Having you around is like having our blessings around." Chitrama said, as she slowly massaged her bruised arms. "Who would not like you?" She asked, her question rhetorical. "My parents." Meenakshi whispered, making Chitrama look at her. She smiled softly at her, as she saw the little girl becoming a woman. "Does you feet not hurt you?" She asked diverting her attention. They were bruised from walking on the rocks and climbing trees. "No ma. I am used to the pain." Meenakshi said, making Chitrama's heart weep. "One day, you shall be cherished dear, so much that all this pain will be worth it." She said, caressing her soles, before she bandaged them. "I don't have any such expectations ma. And I don't wish to." She said, before she walked to the bathing area.

THIS IS NOT MY STORY. But yea Harry goes back in time.

I used to move through things without really stopping. Days came and went, and I let them. It was easier that way. Nothing asked too much of me, and I didn't ask much back. If something slipped away, I told myself it was fine. Most things are. Somewhere along the way, though, I started noticing how quiet moments linger longer than they should. How certain thoughts don't disappear just because you ignore them. How even small things leave behind a shape when they're gone. I don't think I changed all at once. I'm still much the same. But, it was more like slowing down without meaning to. Letting my eyes rest on things for an extra second. Feeling something soften, just a little, before moving on. And I just wonder, when something small disappears from your days, do you feel it leave?

It was common for children of the Egyptian gods to die--- not that Heba Badran knew that. On her sweet-sixteen, Heba's demigod-blood gets her killed and she's transported to the underworld. Her heart is weighed to determine if she's a threat to mortals and gods... but the scales indicate she's wavering between damnation and salvation. Heba's sent to a limbo halfway house to balance between chaos and order, or face Ammit's Second Death. But between the lines of the afterlife there are horrors that feed off pain, and soon a monster, known as a heart-eater, invades the halfway house to claim her broken heart. With a 'lucky-cat' daughter of Bastet, a shy son of Ra, and a socially brain-dead son of Set at her side, Heba must learn to protect herself and find her way home. But can she balance her soul with the Egyptian feather of Ma'at (truth and order) before she is consumed by the power under her skin? **FIRST DRAFT** + SHORT CHAPTERS + INCLUDES DIGITAL DRAWINGS + POLLS AFTER EVERY CHAPTER + WEEKLY UPDATES Follow the story in real time. 👻✌️💀

We've read it and most importantly seen it at least 1000 times. This rendition of Barry Allen's adventures aims to remix existing lore from various popular mediums and explore new mythos in a vibrant DC world.

"It's like tears in the rain, it means nothing." -- CHASE ATLANTIC (Love is (not) easy) . . . A girl who feels alienated from her family. A boy who has everything and yet nothing at all. Maeve Zarner is a normal 19 year old college sophomore and transfer student to Taven University. And she's pretty average. Average looks (or so she thinks), average income, average house. The only thing she has that's above average is her height, which stands at a whopping 5'10". But even that's not enough for her family to want her. Koen Row is a 20 year old junior at Taven University, as well as the team's top linebacker. And he's got it all. Looks, money, reputation, unwanted attention. Actually, he has it all except for the one thing he really wants and can't seem to get no matter how hard he tries: love. What happens when their fates align? . . . Disclaimer: None of the pictures in the story, including the cover are mine. I found them on the mighty Google. I did design the cover, though :D Another disclaimer: There are mature themes in this story such as abuse/trauma, strong language, and steamy scenes. . . . This is very much a work in progress so please bear with me ^^ this is just a fun project for right now