Once, she was the sunshine of her home. Now, she is the shadow the world fears. Meera Malhotra - twenty-three, billionaire, untouchable, and colder than the ice in her veins. To the world, Nemesis Empire is a faceless phantom. To those who dare whisper in the dark, it is perfection, discipline, and death. What no one knows... is that Nemesis has a Queen. Sharp-eyed, ruthless, and wrapped in secrets, Meera walks with venom at her wrist and claws at her feet. Serviper, her venomous python, hisses only for her. Phoenix, her black panther, kills at her command. And she? She rules an empire built on silence and fear. But every empire has cracks. And when fate drags her back to the country she once swore she'd never call home again, the ghosts of her past are waiting. Brothers who betrayed her. A family that abandoned her. Enemies who never saw her coming. India thinks it knows its kings. But the real storm is a Queen. This is not a love story. This is a story of power, betrayal, and a woman who returned not to beg for acceptance- but to conquer. She was broken once. Never again.

She heals lives by day. he destroys enemies by night. He rules the underworld with blood and silence. Isha Malhotra and Vikrant Oberoi are two broken souls shaped by betrayal, loss, and power. She is a heartless doctor with a dangerous secret. He is a ruthless mafia who believes trust is a myth. Forced into an arranged marriage bound by their families' past, neither of them wants this union. They enter the marriage with cold hearts and deadly secrets. But when enemies rise, past betrayals resurface, and truths threaten to destroy everything, the line between hatred and obsession begins to blur. What happens when a hacker who fears love marries a man who doesn't believe in it? Will their marriage become their greatest weapon... or their ultimate downfall? A mafia romance filled with secrets, power, betrayal, and slow-burn love.

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.

Volume llI of Historical series. There was a king, there was a queen, both separated. End of the story? Sacrifice in love, madness in love, overcoming every difficulty in love, but both of them gave a new definition of love. It was destined that they would meet but their love got burnt in the fire of hatred. Their own people planned their murder and end them mercilessly for power, throne and to satisfy their ego. What they thought was home turned out to be hell. They only had golden dreams but some cruel people crushed those dreams under their feet. What happened to these two lovers? Was this their entire journey? This body burns and turns into ashes but the soul never dies. They took birth again! And, This time, to hunt their enemies. Their love grew even more stronger. ....

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

˙⋆✮ 𝑻𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒅. ───── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───── "Bataiye, kon hai hum aapke?" she cried, broken. In two strides he reached her, grabbed her arm, and turned her around sharply, pulling her into his arms. His arms locked around her trembling body as if he'd never let her go. "Jaan ho tum meri," He whispered harshly against her hair, hugging her tighter as she wept into his chest. *************** Three fucking years since she left. And yet, it feels like yesterday. I didn't stop her. I watched her pack. Silent. Cold. Pretending like I didn't care. Like her walking out of the door wasn't tearing something apart inside me. Maybe I thought if I didn't beg, if I didn't plead, I'd come off stronger. But all I did was let the only woman I ever loved slip through my fingers. And every goddamn day since, I've been living with that choice.

𝗠𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗽𝗻𝗶 𝗰𝗵𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗶 𝘀𝗶 𝗷𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗸𝗼 𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗸𝗲𝗹𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗵𝗼𝗱 𝗸𝗲 𝗷𝗮𝗮 𝘀𝗮𝗸𝘁𝗮 𝗵𝘂 𝗸𝘆𝗮? .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝒀𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝑨𝒓𝒐𝒓𝒂 -32 years old. Working as movie director for last ten years but doesn't mix his personal life and professional life. .𖥔 ݁ ˖ 𝑽𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒉𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒖𝒓 -25 years old. An aspiring art student who ends up being selected as the lead actress in a movie accidentally where her whole life changes. ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── Only I knew how my eyes lingered on him from across the set, how I observed his every move, every interaction. Whether he was discussing prop placement with a crew member or scolding me for my performance with a stern voice, I was captivated. I was enamored by his smile, his rare displays of anger, the way his voice resonated with authority, the way his cheeks flushed with a hint of pride when his work was praised.

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK Sara Rajawat has walked half her journey for vengeance alone. Things are getting tougher. More dangerous. More brutal. She might not be prepared to control the tsunami of consequences threatening to engulf her. So he steps in. With a wedding ring in his hand. Her ex-husband, the King of Jaigarh, a man feared by all, defied by none. And offers her his power, his throne, his sword, wanting nothing in return. Or so she is made to believe. Because once the Queen obliterates all the pieces on the board, the King is taking her for himself. *Content and Trigger warning: gore language, violence, graphic description of sex, mentions of suicide, past trauma.

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK In the wake of her return to her home country, Sara Rajawat wanted only two things: to help her brother achieve his revenge, and get started on her own. In the span of twenty years, she had very meticulously planned out the five cold blooded murders of the five monsters who had stolen the light of the day from her sister's eyes. It's time, for once, she sleeps peacefully now. But then enters Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, her ex husband, with a set of his own questions, still wearing their wedding ring. In the six months they were married, he had never glanced at her, let alone speak to her. Except for when they fought, with weightless things and hateful words hurled at each other so loud even the palace walls had shuddered. Their marriage was a disaster, and the only sane decision was to walk out of it. So what makes him think she owes him any explanation? But if she knows one thing about her ex-husband apart from being an uptight and the most unempathetic person to ever walk on the face of the earth, then that he's stubbornly in hate with her. She knows nothing about where his hatred stems from, neither does she care. She never did. He is an insignificant fragment of her past, and she wants him to stay as such. But maybe that's exactly what's keeping him hooked to her. Because Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, for anyone, is unforgettable.

Slow burn | Secret Past | Angst with HEA ___________________________ A changed surname. A stranger city. And a royal mess that no one saw coming. It only took one move to turn six lives into a battlefield of power, pain, and past promises. What began as a quest for revenge has now become a fight for justice. What started as a business deal now begs for redemption. And what once looked like a family promise demands nothing short of sacrifice. Beneath the surface, love tangles with lies. Desire dances with deception. And fate? It plays a puppeteer, pulling strings no one can escape. This isn't just a story anymore. It's a legacy of scars, secrets, and shattered truths. | Dark. Devastating. Devious | • Welcome to the lore • ___________________________ NOT A STANDALONE Sequel to: 𝙀𝘾𝙃𝙊𝙀𝙎 𝙊𝙁 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝙏𝙄𝙉𝙔 | 𝑴𝒖𝒍𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 ✦ Echoes Trilogy | Book Two ✦