𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

Her touch is absolute death. His grace is entirely infinite. Baptized in venom and bound to the shadows, Nandini is a Vishakanya, a beautiful weapon whose skin is a fatal boundary no human can cross. Trapped in the freezing isolation of her own lethality, she is sent to bring ruin to the radiant kingdom of Dwarka, targeting its divine heart: Krishna. But when her lethal strike lands, the laws of nature shatter. Krishna doesn't fall. Instead, he meets her weapon with an all-knowing grace that changes everything. What follows is a quiet revolution born in the fierce, tender spaces of midnight. Amidst a grueling purification, the captor becomes a sanctuary. In a world where Nandini has only ever known fear, Krishna becomes the impossible anchor, the one person who can hold her through the phantom burning, wipe her tears, and interlace his bare fingers with hers without fear. "Let the world flinch away from you, Nandini," he whispered, his bare palm pressing flat against her racing heart. "The poison belongs to Magadha, but your heartbeat belongs to me."

She Who Waited Why did she wait? What was her fate? Eons have passed since the tale of Mahabharata. The bloody war. But amidst the pages of that legend remains a character without quite an end, seemingly forgotten. But too bright to be lost, let's shed some light on the last consort's past. Cursed she was, as Lakshmi once more- To part from her beloved at every sacred door. Separation, the cruel thread woven through their fate, Lakshmi and Narayan-forever bound, forever too late. As Sita, she bore fourteen years apart, A forested ache carved deep in her heart. But time, ever turning, would not relent- It summoned the pain once more... as if heaven's debt was not yet spent. Avantika-a name the stars gently spoke, A lost princess, bathed in twilight's cloak. A child of prophecy, of love and lore, Bound to Narayan... yet left at fate's door. In Vrindavan's sunlit courtyard she stood, Pure of heart, misunderstood. Left behind not by abandonment, but by sacred decree, Even the Lord of Three Worlds could not set her free. A curse older than time, silent and cold, Stopped destiny's dance, made even gods fold. Her tears were stilled, her smile feigned, A love so bright... yet fate unchained. What bloomed like spring, withered with no warning- A tale of love that turned to mourning. despite it, memory was not all that was left, in her womb life swelled and light that kept.

In the quiet land of Mahishmati, Princess Jaya lives a simple life, loved by her people and untouched by the desires of power or beauty. Her heart, however, belongs somewhere it never should - to Krishna. Not in hope. Not in expectation. Only in silent devotion. As her swayamvara approaches, Jaya prepares to choose a husband among strangers, forcing herself toward a life she understands... away from feelings she refuses to name. But something within her begins to change. A dream. A voice. A presence that feels too real to ignore. She never wished for him. She never imagined him. And yet... her world no longer feels her own. 💓My Dear Lord 💓 A story of devotion, fear, and a love that crosses a line it was never meant to.

This is not a story about a long mafia war. The war ends in an hour. This is a story about what is found after the guns go silent. Est was married into an enemy mafia family and kept there for a year-not as a partner, but as property. When William destroys that house, he doesn't expect to find someone trembling in its corner, apologizing for existing. William is powerful. Feared. Ruthless. But power does not teach someone how to live again. This is a story about the shape love takes when it arrives quietly-without force, without ownership-growing slowly in the space where silence once lived. only story is mine

She's back home from her hostel for a 2-3 month vacation before the next year of college begins. But these holidays are far from ordinary... A girl, a Wattpad author, and content creator, whose words have always been her safe haven, suddenly finds her life thrown into chaos. Unexpected events, secrets, and surprises lurk around every corner, and nothing is quite as it seems. What will happen when her carefully planned vacation collides with family, friends, and unforeseen twists? Dive in to discover the drama, laughter, and secrets that await in her life... Book cover by:@author_ikaa_7

"𝑨 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒆 20 𝒚𝒆𝒂𝒓 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒄𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒓𝒖𝒏 𝒂𝒏 𝑰𝑷𝑳 𝒕𝒆𝒂𝒎, 𝒚𝒐𝒖'𝒍𝒍 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒓𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒆𝒅! "

I used to joke that if I had a soulmate, I hoped it would be him. You know. Casually. Delusionally. As one does at 2 a.m. while rewatching concert fancams. I did not expect the universe to take that personally. In a world where everyone gets a soulmate mark at eighteen, mine decided to wait five whole years before setting itself on fire in the middle of a sold-out stadium. In front of thousands of people. Under blinding stage lights. And the guy on stage? Yeah. Him. Jake Sim. Now I'm somehow bonded to my former bias, medically required to hold his hand, and living in a luxury condo with six other global idols who absolutely will not stop watching us like we're their favorite drama. Turns out, fate is real. It's chaotic. It has terrible timing. And apparently, it ships us. soulmate au | idol au

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