Chandramukhi... A name that itself carries the blessing of the moon. Calm, radiant, and beautiful like the moonlight that touches the earth without asking for anything in return. But what happens... when that same blessing slowly turn into a curse? When the light meant to guide the world begins to burn the one who carries it? And then there is Adhitya. A name born from the sun itself. A force of power, fire, and dominance. But what will happen when the world finally learns who he truly is? Will the world have the strength to stand before the power he carries within him? Two souls. One blessed by the moon. One born from the sun. And fate... cruel and mysterious as ever. What will happen when these two forces of the universe fall in love? Will their love become the light that saves the world... Or the fire that destroys everything around them? ••••••••••••••••••••• Read the book to know what destiny holds for the Sun and the Moon.....

"He's a ruthless billionaire and she won't bow to him " When a forced marriage binds them together , sparks fly- but not the romantic kind . RAGE . SECRET . DESIRE . Both carry scars from the past , and neither is willingly to surrender . But in a world of betrayal , power and twisted fate ....... Can hate really turn into love ?! , or will they destroy each other first ?"

*𝙏𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙧 𝙤𝙛 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙨𝙨, 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙖𝙜𝙞𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙡 𝙬𝙝𝙤 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙝𝙞𝙢.* Book 1 of ᴄʜᴀɪɴᴇᴅ ᴄʜᴏɪᴄᴇs. A Royal Romance story. "Every curve of you is made to fit into my hands. My hands and my hands only." He lowered his mouth to her shoulder again, trailed moist lips to the nape of her neck. "Don't worry, My Angel," he whispered. "I'm made for your hands, too." ✧ Nikolai Ivanovich Petrov isn't just the youngest son of the Russian royal family-he's a mafia lord, a storm in human form. With the looks of a Greek God, he's a dangerous blend of beauty and power. His empire stretches across continents, built on fear, loyalty, and blood. Power is his addiction, and he's willing to do anything to claim it. To solidify his control, he needs one thing: a marriage. Not for love. Not for desire. But as a strategic weapon. And Radhika Bhardwaj, the naive daughter of a broken family, is the perfect pawn. Radhika was never meant for this world. A girl who once dreamed of freedom, now trapped in a marriage that serves nothing but Nikolai's ambitions. She didn't choose him. She didn't even get a say. Nikolai didn't care for her innocence or her life. For him, she was just another piece in his game. But in her, Nikolai sees something no one else has ever dared to show him: vulnerability, and a spark of light that might set fire to his world. Two worlds crash. Two souls collide. He doesn't care if she hates him. But he will own her anyway. "I hate you," she said. "I hate you too, baby," he replied. A man whose control over everything is absolute, can a single woman change the rules, or will she be crushed under his weight?

Lost in his own grief, Vrishank visits Banaras for his internal peace. Caught in all of this one morning he hears a melody, a voice, that makes a way through his ears to his heart. Every morning, he is out for a walk just to hear her voice once again. But in the end the voice completely vanishes. Rudra, a pandit in whose home he was living stops him for a day to attend the Mahrati that day. Will Vrishank be able to meet this girl ever? "𝗜𝗻 𝗲𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗲𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝗻, 𝗶𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗽𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗼𝗹𝗱, 𝗔 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝘃𝗶𝗻𝗲, 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝘂𝗻𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗱𝘀."

"𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐈 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝑴𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒇𝒆." "You are going to stop this damn marriage. RIGHT. NOW." His voice was a low growl, barely human. I froze. "And who the hell are you to tell me that-" But before I could finish, he closed the distance between us in a blink. His breath hit my skin like fire. One hand gripped my jaw, his thumb and fingers squeezing my cheeks as if daring me to speak again. His eyes, dark and unblinking, held something far more terrifying than rage. OBSESSION. He leaned in, whispering at the edge of my neck, his voice a dangerous murmur. "The moment you chose to marry him, you dug your own grave." His grip tightened. "I was trying," he hissed pulling my face closer to him, "I was really trying to be nice to you. But you-" A bitter smirk curved his lips. "You make me a monster every single time." That night, Arohi Raichand was forcefully married... Not to the man she was raised to get married- But to the man the world feared. Her worst nightmare. Advansh Rudra Singh Rathore. She was a prisoner in the golden cage of a mafia king who was once declared insane. A girl caught in the cruel chaos of a love so twisted... it poisons everything it touches. But obsession is not love- and possession, not protection. This isn't a love story. This is a war between hate and hunger. Between fire and frost. Between a girl who wants to escape- And a man who would burn down the world just to cage her again. Welcome to the beginning of Arohi and Advansh's story. A story of possession, madness, and a love that was never meant to be gentle. ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ • An Indian Force-Marriage Dark Romance • This book is mature and 18+ due to highly adult  content, age-gap, and mention of BDSM.

"Samay ne unhe alag kiya. Samay hi unhe fir milaayega" 🪔🦚🐚🪕🦢 Some stories are written once. Theirs is written every lifetime. She is a filmmaker drawn to forgotten legends tales of star-crossed lovers, cursed rivers, shadow-beings, and divine echoes. Stories no one remembers... yet feel strangely familiar to her. Then there is him the man who appears in places he shouldn't, who knows paths she hasn't taken, and whose eyes hold a silence older than memory. Every story she uncovers pulls them closer. Every step they take awakens something the world forgot. And somewhere between past and present, dreams and waking, destiny and choice the Kaalchakra, the eternal wheel of time, begins to stir. Some bonds return with every birth. Some truths wait for the right moment. And some loves... refuse to end. KAALCHAKRA - a dark, timeless tale where myth bleeds into the modern world, and two souls walk a path written long before they were born

𝘋𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘪 𝘐𝘭𝘢𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘔𝘢𝘢𝘯 𝘏𝘢𝘪 𝘔𝘢𝘢𝘩𝘪 𝘔𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘛𝘰𝘩 𝘚𝘢𝘫𝘥𝘢 𝘒𝘢𝘳𝘶𝘯 𝘜𝘯𝘬𝘰 𝘏𝘢𝘳𝘻 𝘙𝘶𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘪 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘍𝘢𝘳𝘻 𝘋𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘪 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘐𝘴𝘩𝘲 𝘩𝘶𝘢 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘬𝘰... ♡More than Vows♡ ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ 𝙋𝙍𝙄𝙎𝙃𝘼 𝘼𝙃𝙇𝘼𝙒𝘼𝙏: A 24-year-old girl who learned to grow up too soon. The girl who always smiled, even when everything inside her was falling apart. She's the calm in chaos, the silence in storms, not because she wants to be, but because she had no choice. She believes in love, not the grand, dramatic kind but the one that feels like home after a long day. She doesn't want much,just someone who won't leave. Someone who chooses her... even on her worst days. 𝙍𝙐𝘿𝙍𝘼𝙉𝙎𝙃 𝙎𝙄𝙉𝙂𝙃 𝙍𝘼𝙉𝘿𝙃𝘼𝙒𝘼: A 28-year-old man who built walls higher than people ever dared to climb. He wasn't always this distant...he once loved loudly, fiercely. Until the silence after the storm broke him more than the storm itself. Now, he keeps his promises, but not his heart. He walks through life like a question no one dares to answer.. not because he's heartless, but because his heart learned to stay quiet. He doesn't crave attention but he craves peace. He doesn't trust easily.....not because people failed him once, but because they failed him after he gave them everything. Not soft, not cold. Just... someone who learned to survive before he learned to live. ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚　˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ He was cold. She was heartbroken. A runaway fiance, A forced marriage. And two strangers who swore they'd never fall for anyone again. But love had other plans. 'More Than Vows' Are you ready for a story that will break you and heal

Vanshika Chauhan: "I wish you loved me as much as I love you." Shivansh Nimavat: " You have to hate me cause love isn't for us." __________________________________________________________________________________ "Hello... S-Shiv, I need... your help...," she typed with trembling fingers, her breaths shallow and uneven. Her hands were shaking so violently that the letters blurred on the screen, smeared further by the tears that wouldn't stop falling. She stared at the message, hoping-praying-for a response. And then it came: "I'm busy." Two cold, careless words. Her heart shattered. Still, desperation overpowered pride. She kept begging him to talk, to just listen. She tried calling him, fingers fumbling as she dialed, only to hear the abrupt silence of a call being declined. Her lips quivered as she tried to form the next message. "Shiv... please pick u-"Before she could even hit send, the screen flashed with those three words that felt like a death sentence: "You can't message this person anymore." Blocked. Just like that. __________________________________________________________________________________ Trigger Warning: This story explores deeply emotional and sensitive topics, including family abuse, sexual violence (including rape), emotional trauma, panic attacks, and abandonment. These themes are portrayed with the intention of shedding light on real-life struggles, but they may be distressing or triggering for some readers. Please proceed with care and prioritize your mental and emotional well-being. If you are in a vulnerable state or unsure, consider skipping certain chapters or seeking support as needed. ________________________________________________________________________________ An original novel by @sparkle_heart_122 Don't try to copy even a little thing!! ❌️

[ON HOLD] Till March 2026 This story carries the nostalgia, the friendship warmth, the first heartbreak ache, and that magical feeling of being young and not knowing how big those little moments were. We're talking classroom crushes, last bench laughs, firsts that stay forever, and love stories that begin with friendship, mischief, and shared secrets. Before the heartbreaks, Before the confessions, There was friendship. Shared benches. Inside jokes. First crushes. And love stories that bloomed between attendance calls and farewell parties. It's a school year filled with :- •Best friends falling without realising . •Enemies stealing glances . •First heartbreaks you never really recover from . • And memories that stay, long after the last bell rings. A story about the kind of love that's awkward, innocent, unforgettable. 🦋 Because sometimes, the slowest burns leave the longest warmth. "This isn't just their school year. It's the one they'll never stop talking about." They didn't mean to fall in love but oh, they did. Slowly. Stupidly. Softly. 💬 This is the kind of love you remember after school ends. 💌 A multicouple, slowburn rom-com that smells like old textbooks, teenage heartbreaks, and the best kind of first. Tension-filled friendships Academic rivals turned lovers Banter. Burn. And best friends who never saw it coming

𝐇𝐞 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 - 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐢𝐭