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.

Lunara Norton died and reincarnated into the Twilight story as Lunara swan. with powers and money after her parents died in a car crash and Charlie her uncle takes her in.

Her existence was a lie and he was the harsh truth. "Loving him was a sin..and I sinned. Now even if I want to run away , he will chase me to the depths I am too afraid to imagine. I caught his attention and now I have to face the unfavourable consequences." ★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★★ "H-Help he will kill me , p-please help " she cried out in the phone to muffle her cracked voice and sniffing sounds by her hands. suddenly a handkerchief was pressed on her mouth making lose her senses and engulfing her in darkness. " take some rest baby , it. was quite a hectic day for you '' he kissed her forehead and smiled "you belong to me. you were born for me , to worship you , to touch you , and to taste you. If I cant own you no one can. You are my sanity , so how can I let you go hmm?" Abhay khurrana..the dream guy and a fucking goddamn meal for other woman? No only for her. He was hers to devour. She was never meant to be his but he wrote her fate staining them with blood. His own dirty blood. She was his possesion. He was the satan. She was an angel. And..opposites attract. DARK ROMANCE SLOW BURN SUSPENSE THRILLER love? No. Obsession at first sight. 21+

She was born with a crown. He was raised with a gun. Eighteen-year-old Akashi Singh Ranawat is no ordinary girl-she's the hidden heir to the royal throne of Udaipur. After a brutal attack left her family dead and the world believing she perished too, she was raised in shadows and trained in silence. Now, freshly graduated from military school, she returns to Udaipur-not as a princess, but as Akashi Mehra, the adopted daughter of a humble restaurant family. Her mission? To live, learn, and one day reclaim her kingdom on her terms. But Royal Crown College, where her parents once fell in love, is no haven anymore. Enter Raunak Singh Rathore-twenty-two, ruthless, and heir to Delhi's deadliest mafia empire. Rules the students like a dark prince, and never loses a fight... or a girl. Until her. She defies him without knowing who he is. He marks her without knowing who she's becoming. What begins as a dangerous bet to break her turns into an obsession that could burn kingdoms to the ground. And in a college where everyone wears masks, only one truth remains: Crowns are forged in blood. But the deadliest ones are crowned in lies.

"No..." She shook her head, the word scraping out of her throat. "No, no... everything was a lie." Her voice rose, cutting through the silence. "You were a lie." She staggered back a step, but her eyes never left his. They burned ..grief and fury tangled so tightly she couldn't separate them. "You're a monster," she spat. "You played me. You played our entire-"Her breath hitched. "The whole fucking relationship was a lie." The fresh tear slipped free, hot against her skin. Then another. But her chin stayed lifted, stubborn, refusing to crumble in front of the man who had broken her. "I don't want to be with you," she said. Quiet. Steady. The kind of steady that comes when there's nothing left to burn. Then Arjun chuckled. It wasn't amused. It wasn't surprised. It was darker. Colder. "You really think you can just walk away?" he murmured, stepping closer. His shadow swallowed the distance between them. "Love... you don't have a choice." She went rigid as his fingers cupped her chin. "Because if I have to chain you," he whispered, eyes full of a devotion that looked too much like madness, "I won't hesitate." Lightning flashed behind him, turning his face into a silhouette carved from obsession. "I will do whatever it takes to keep you." Shivanya's breath shook, fear and anger and betrayal knotting together until she couldn't tell where one ended and the other began. she understood something terrifying: Arjun didn't just love her. He owned her. And monsters never let go of what they claim.

Update schedule is every Friday .... •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• 💐Hey there,My lovely Tulips🌷 Welcome to a world where vengeance simmers beneath every smile and betrayal lurks in the shadows,but underneath we can see a pure love tale. Meet a man destined to wear the crown to rule the rajasthan and underworld with ruthless discipline and unwavering honor.publicly,he is the polished CEO of Rathore empires.privately,he is the silent puppeteer of a vast criminal empire.His heart? Ice-cold. His beliefs? Unforgiving. To him, women are nothing but greedy opportunists-chasing wealth, fame, and power. He despises love, loathes marriage, and mocks commitment. But fate doesn't ask for permission.His blood-soaked world takes a sharp turn when she arrives. A woman whose smile could melt steel. A woman who dares to walk into his mafia kingdom and-without warning-claims his heart. Her warmth seeps into his soul, stirring emotions he buried long ago. Let's crack open the story with lines that grab readers by the collar and say ,"Buckle Up". ⚠️ A word of caution:Trust no one-not even this author. Because in this tale, masks fall, truths twist, and characters reveal sides you never saw coming. And yes... there's a secret. One I'll only reveal at the very end. Tropes: Mafia romance Hidden identity Grumpy × sunshine Obsessive male lead Possesive female lead Slow burn Past secrets

force marriage, domination, and slow-burn tension is your type... CM × Teacher is waiting for you. "you bastard leave me I hate you.... I hate breathing same air as you." she said. struggling in his grip. That broke something in him. But Devraj laughed darkly, the sound vibrating through her. In one swift motion, he crushed his mouth to hers, the kiss raw and punishing, his lips bruising hers with brutal intensity. Saanvi's world narrowed to the assault on her senses the scrape of his stubble against her skin, the iron band of his arm around her waist pinning her in place. She struggled fiercely, her body bucking against him, fists hammering his shoulders as she tried to wrench free. 'Stop... mmmnn, leave me!' she mumbled against his invading lips, but he only tightened his hold, fingers tangling in the loose strands of her hair to tilt her head back, forcing her to take the invasion. His tongue plunged deep, The kiss stretched on, She kicked at his shins, her heels scraping the gritty concrete floor, but he absorbed it all, pressing his hips forward to trap her legs. 'Please... mmmnn, no!' she whimpered between the brutal presses of his mouth, pain blooming as his teeth caught her lower lip, biting down hard enough to draw blood, the coppery tang mixing with his relentless suction. Saanvi punched his arms harder, her blows landing with desperate thuds against his biceps, but her energy flagged, breaths coming in short, gasps against his mouth. Devraj's free hand roamed up her side, squeezing her hip through the clothes, holding her immobile as he devoured her. Rage ignited in her she reared back to slap him, her palm slicing through the air. But Devraj caught her hand effortlessly, twisting it behind her back with a sharp yank that made her cry out. he smeared it across her skin like a mark of ownership. 'You belong to me now,' he whispered, ____ Continue in chapter ✨

𝐇𝐞 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐦𝐞. 𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐦𝐞. 𓏲ּ𝄢

Reyansh had broken Aarohi's world with the cruel precision of a man who had never heard the word no, a man who mistook resistance for an insult and defiance for a declaration of war. His revenge had not been a moment of rage but a masterpiece of cruelty, crafted slowly, deliberately, and with devastating accuracy. It was personal. It was intimate. And it was unforgettable in the way wounds that never fully heal always are. But power, especially the kind built on fear and blood, always demands its price and Reyansh has finally begun to bleed for his sins. The woman he once trapped with his obsession, the woman he broke without mercy, is now the only one who can drag him out of the abyss he created. Redemption is a distant, brutal dream... but for the first time, he found himself caged in his own redemption, held by a need so powerful it could bring a man to his knees. Aarohi, however, wants nothing from him. Not his remorse and certainly not the love he never knew how to give; a love that came wrapped in chains, threats, and unspoken ruin. ~~~~~~~ Dive into a journey where revenge scars, redemption burns, and love becomes something worth killing.....and dying for.

She died with silence in her throat and blood on her hands. Now, fate gives her a second chance-wrapped in old wounds and an unfamiliar husband. Avani Khurana remembers everything-betrayal, pain, and the family that watched her burn. This time, she won't stay silent. And Vyom-her husband in name, stranger in truth-might be the only one who sees the fire in her eyes. This isn't a love story. It's a reckoning. And maybe-just maybe-redemption.