He came back to me ruined. But not by heartbreak... by love. When my childhood best friend Luca showed up at my door after disappearing for years, I thought he needed a place to stay. A friend to lean on. A soft bed and a warmer home. But he insisted on sleeping close. First on the floor. Then beside my bed. Then with his hand wrapped in mine like he'd die if he let go. And I let him. God, I let him. Until the night I pulled away-and something in him cracked open. He overheard my parents arranging a date for me. And the boy I knew became the man he always hid underneath: Cold. Jealous. Devoted. Unhinged. He looked at me like I was the only thing he ever wanted. "Aria, you're not going anywhere. You're the only girl I've ever loved. I came back for you. I already told our parents. Now I just need to make sure you stay mine." I thought he needed saving. Turns out he came back to claim me. And I don't know which part scares me more-the way he loves me... ...or the way I'm starting to love him back.

When a ruthless Delhi lawyer wakes up in the body of a timid village girl, her only goal is to escape an arranged marriage to the terrifying Sardar, Zorawar Singh. But her plan to break the engagement backfires when her sudden boldness doesn't scare him away-it makes him fall in love with the soul hiding behind the face, trapping her in a romance built on a dangerous lie. Can Zara find a way back to her old life, or will the Sardar's dangerous love make her want to stay in a cage she never chose ??

⊹₊⋆ɴᴀ ᴄʜᴇᴅᴅᴏ ʜᴜᴍᴇ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆ʜᴜᴍ ꜱᴀᴛᴀʏᴇ ʜᴜʏᴇ ʜᴀɪ⊹₊⋆ ⊹₊⋆"ᴡʜᴏ ꜱᴀɪᴅ ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ᴘᴏʟɪᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀʀʀɪᴀɢᴇ? ᴡʜᴇɴ ɪ ᴀʀʀᴀɴɢᴇᴅ ɪᴛ ᴍʏꜱᴇʟꜰ."⊹₊⋆ ˚⊱🪷⊰˚ She was the peace he never knew he needed; he was the fire she never knew only she could calm. He entered her life to claim what he believed was his-and she let him, as if she had always belonged to him. She lived in quiet, controlled chaos, while a single decision of his could end a life-or save one. She thought he was too old; he thought she was too young. But when their worlds collided, age, logic, and reason ceased to exist-there was only them. She hated him for marrying her. He loved her for awakening emotions he never knew he had. She despised him, despised politics, yet he alone could make her knees weaken. And even though he loved her with devotion, his obsession could drive him to ruin her in the darkest ways. They were never meant to want someone like each other-yet what they shared burned hot enough to force their souls to kneel and beg each other to stay. MATURE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION.

✨𝙀𝙢𝙥𝙞𝙧𝙚 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 𝙃𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙨✨ . . . . Anvi Rajvansh had it all - power, brains, beauty, skills that broke the charts, and a life running at 5G speed. At twenty-five, she was a global business empress, a Michelin-level chef, a polyglot queen, a hacker who could make world governments sweat, and an actress who caused box offices to bow. She was flawless. Unmatched. Unbothered. Except... she was single. Not by choice, but because no man could match her wavelength. And then she died - going out like a legend - while saving a child. But destiny wasn't done with her. She awakens in a parallel world, inside a romance novel she once skimmed and hated. A trash plot. A cringe love story. And worst of all? She is not the heroine. She is the villainess. A side character made to look clingy, jealous, unwanted - a punching bag for the fake heiress who stole her identity, her family, and even her fiancé. But this is not the same Anvi. This Anvi comes armed with genius, grace, and god-tier abilities. This Anvi won't be anyone's background character. This Anvi will rewrite fate itself. And somewhere in the shadows, watching her every move, stands Abhimaan Singh Rathore - the richest man in this world, a royal king of Rajasthan, a storm wrapped in velvet... and the novel's original villain. But the moment he sees the new Anvi, something inside him snaps. He becomes obsessed. Protective. Possessive. And fate starts shifting around them like a loyal soldier. With one reborn goddess and one dangerously devoted king on the board, this world is about to get flipped upside down. . . . . . 🌸💕🌸

In the heart of Tamil Nadu's politics-where loyalty is currency and silence can kill-a lion rises from the red soil. Veeravel Thirunavukarasu, once a farmer's son, now a minister whose roar commands a state. But when he's forced into marriage with Kavya Selvarani, a quiet village teacher with eyes full of rain and rebellion, his empire begins to tremble. Because she isn't another pawn in his game-she's the one who dares to ask the lion if he's tired of roaring. Love, power, and betrayal collide in a story where every choice costs blood, and sometimes, redemption itself becomes the price of power. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- "This is the rewritten edition of Veeran: The Price of Power. Same story, deeper emotion, new polish. If you enjoyed the earlier version, I'd love your feedback here too-your votes and comments keep this lion roaring 🦁💛"

Liora was too tired to live. A corporate slave working as a book cover designer, she died alone in front of her computer - high fever, unfinished project, and zero unread messages. Her last words? "If I were her, I would never hurt them like that..." Then she woke up in a forest. Inside the very beast world novel she had just cursed. But unlike the original fragile heroine who pushed her mates away, Liora has no intention of fighting for survival, power, or dominance. She's tired. If she dies, she dies She doesn't want to survive. But they refuse to let her die. And somehow, in a world where only the strong deserve to live... The laziest girl might change everything

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?

𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? One moment, she's watching the story on a screen. Next, she's living inside it, trapped in the role of the villainess destined for ruin. To survive, should she follow the original story...? She'll have to find out for herself. But slowly, things start changing. Scenes unfold differently. Feelings deepen where they were never meant to. And the man who was never supposed to choose her... begins rewriting fate with her. The story drifts further from its ending. The war comes. Secrets surface. Love blooms where it was never meant to. When the story concludes, will she survive the fate written for the villain... or leave her mark on destiny forever?

After transmigrating into a historical novel, Wen Mian expected at least a decent role. Instead, she became a low-ranking palace maid. Other maids read their masters' expressions and survive through clever schemes. Wen Mian, however, only stares back blankly. [Why are you looking at me? I didn't do anything.] Fine. If she couldn't play palace politics, she would simply endure her years of service and leave the palace at twenty-five. That was the plan. Until the emperor suddenly chose her to be his personal maid. Serving the emperor is like serving a tiger. On her very first day, Wen Mian had already begun composing the epitaph on her future grave. *** Emperor Zhaoyan has a secret. Since ascending the throne, he has been able to hear the thoughts of everyone around him. Ministers plotting rebellion. Consorts smiling while hiding daggers. Endless schemes echo through his mind every day, making the Forbidden City colder than ever. During a harem interrogation, he prepares to expose the guilty- Until a different voice suddenly appears in his mind. [Why are you still looking at me? Never mind... I'm hungry.] [I want red bean milk rolls... roast duck... roast goose...] Emperor Zhaoyan: ... In the cold palace, this one girl's chaotic thoughts become the only warmth he hears. And this time, he refuses to let her go. *** (Mini Theater) Wen Mian expressionlessly pulls her hand out from beneath the apricot-yellow silk quilt. Her hand is... wet. Emperor Zhaoyan's voice turns hoarse. "Since things have come this far, you belong to me now. You cannot leave the palace. My beloved, stay here with me. I will never mistreat you." Wen Mian glares at him. "Your Majesty... are you trying to steal someone's future wife?"

"𝑻𝒖𝒋𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓" __________________________________________________________________ "ek army officers se pyaar karne mein daar nahi lagta"he said, looking at her,with a smile waiting for her to answer him "payr main daar ki koi jagah nahi hoti,woh haar daar se ubhar deti hai" she said, looking into his honey eyes. ★★★★ "Toh, you like me?" he asked, bending down to her level, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Her eyes, heavy with sleep and the haze of too many drinks, tried to focus on his face. Everything around her was a blur - except him. "Hai!!! Like kya hota hai, I pyaar you, vaibhav" she mumbled, her voice soft and slurred. ★★★ Anirudh was an army officer through and through. Serving the nation wasn't just his duty - it was his only purpose. He lived by rules, followed time like a shadow, and believed in action more than words. Discipline was in his blood, Smart, calculated, and always two steps ahead ,Feelings? They had no place in his world. His heart beat for the uniform, and nothing else. Titli Khurana-true to her name-was like a butterfly, wild and free. A soul not meant to be caged, yet when she chose someone, her love would be deep, loyal, and endless. Since childhood, she had only one dream: to marry a man in uniform. And fate, in its quiet magic, made it even sweeter-the boy she had secretly loved for years had grown up to wear that very uniform. Vaibhav Khurana had always believed that love was an art-and he was never good at art. So, he stayed away from it,. But then came RIRIKA-the girl with almond-shaped eyes and a laugh that could light up silence. She didn't just walk into his life; she quietly slipped into the cracks he thought were sealed. Still, he reminded himself not to feel. She wasn't just his sister's best friend-she was the younger sister of his best friend too. And tha