The universe had many names for the end of things, but She preferred the one that tasted like copper and old velvet- La Muerte.( La Muerte means Death in Spanish) She was not a skeleton in a shroud, nor a weeping spirit. She was a masterpiece of cold, lethal elegance- Goddess of DEATH -For a hundred thousand years, she ruled the Underworld, judging the wicked with a razor tongue. Sassy in silence and witty in cruelty, she found kings' desperate pleas far more amusing than saints' silence. But La Muerte had a secret, buried beneath layers of divine frost. Once, she had been mortal. Once, she had bled, loved, and been broken so thoroughly that she chose the throne of Death over the agony of living. That lingering shadow of humanity drew her to the Di Carlo palace twenty-six years ago. Allies of demons, they paid their debts in blood. On a night when the moon hid from the earth, La Muerte stepped into the chamber of the dying patriarch, Sebastian. Sabastian didn't ask for his life. He pointed to a cradle. He offered his soul-in exchange for the protection of the last Di Carlo heir.. With a flick of her wrist, she infused him with her Blaze -a fragment of her own primordial power. It would act as a shield, a weapon, and a curse. "I will name him Lucifer," she had whispered. The deal was simple. One day, she would return to reclaim it, leaving him a hollow shell to be dragged into the abyss. Lucifer Salvatore Di Carlo grew into the very monster she had designed. He was the "Devil of the modern Mortal World," a man of savage intelligence and chilling detachment. He did not love. He did not show mercy. He took what he wanted-and the world knelt in terror. But the Blaze had done something La Muerte had not foreseen. It had created a resonance. Now, the clock has run out. She had returned to the mortal world.She expects a man to beg for a few more years of sunlight. Instead, she finds a king who has been waiting for her with a throne built for two.

"𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐈 𝐠𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞" .. Celeste Reed just had two months left on her contract of employment and one last instalment to pay off her student loans. Two more months working as a personal assistant and she was free, it's easier said than done when you have a boss who has no plans to let you go! ••

" A Promise...which changed Dhruv Maheshwari's life " " A trust...which bound them together " " A tale where responsibility becomes life, It felt like it was their destiny " Tropes - • Professor x Student • Introvert x Extrovert • Age gap ( 5 years ) • Shy x Flirty • He fell first • Multiple couples

"𝒎𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒛𝒊𝒓, 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒘𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒃𝒂𝒓" +++ Muntazir • मुंतज़िर • منتظر ~ one who waits. +++ Zaviyar Agha had everything in the palm of his hand except for one thing, or better yet, one person. While Ariha on the other hand, for her, life was beautiful. She had it all, perfect parents, perfect friends, and perfect life. Everyone loved her, and it wasn't difficult to fall in love with her but there was one person who loved her a little more than anyone else, waiting for her to see him like he saw her, But what to do, one is clueless and one is waiting to express his love to his clueless sweetheart. +++

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

Their hate has no origin. They hate each other just cause. They were born to two best friends who would even give their own lives for each other. But but, these two give tough competition to their fathers. They would take each other's lives if need be. They studied in the same school, even in the same class till the age of eighteen only for her to move away for a few years. In these ten years, their lives changed drastically. Where he is known for his merciless punches, she is recognized by her fashion label. Despite being few months younger than him, she knows how to prevail over him, and he knows this just as well because he lets her. Would the love of adulthood overpower the hate of childhood? Would this distance simmer their hate or ignite a passion?

NEEDS EDITING He had loved her since the day he had seen her. He was always there, watching her from a distance, witnessing her happy and sad moments. His heart had only longed for her. She believed that love is an illusion, true love doesn't exists. Love destroys hearts and homes, but she was unknowingly falling for him. Her efforts of ignoring him, not loving him never worked and at last she fell for him, hard. He healed a piece of her soul that he never broke, made her believe that love exists and it is the most blissful feeling in the world. He made her his, Adhyay's Akriti

BOOK ONE OF THE SILENCE SERIES [COMPLETED, NOT YET EDITED] ──── ୨୧ ──── ── .✦ 𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀𝐉 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 𝐗 𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐇 They say a marriage is a bond where two people promise to love, cherish, and grow with each other. But what happens when someone marries not out of love, but to protect? Two childhood best friends. Unspoken feelings. A marriage of convenience. The question is, will this bond bring them closer or pull them further apart? ──── ୨୧ ──── [ENGLISH TRANSLATION AVAILABLE AFTER EVERY HINDI DIALOGUE]

The jerk's eyes widened in disbelief. "Don't tell me she's our classmate." My eyes mirrored his shock. "Wait, what? He's our classmate?" I asked, my voice laced with disbelief. Aleena nodded. "Yes, he's Avyaan Parekh." I couldn't believe it. "Well, well, well," Avyaan said, a smug smile spreading across his face. "Looks like we're going to be seeing a lot more of each other, NI-TI-KA" I rolled my eyes, my mind racing with witty comebacks. But before I could respond, Aleena intervened. "Okay, let's not make a scene here. We have classes to attend" I nodded, grateful for the rescue. As we walked away, I couldn't help but steal a glance at Avyaan. He was still smirking, his eyes gleaming with amusement. I made a sign with my hand, like I was going to punch him, and raised an eyebrow in a threatening gesture. Avyaan just smiled lazily and twisted his finger near his forehead, like he was screwing an invisible light bulb. The universal sign for "you're crazy".

This novel featuring Amie and her childhood friend, Mahir. It's a delightful tale of friendship, lost connections, and the power of rekindling old flames. Amie, a cheerful girl, had always carried a secret crush for Mahir during their childhood days. But as life would have it, they drifted apart and lost touch for many years. However, fate had a different plan in store for them. After a decade of being apart, their paths cross once again, and the sparks of their childhood connection reignite. Day by day, their interactions become more meaningful, and their friendship blossoms into something deeper. Amie and Mahir find themselves falling head over heels in love. It's a tale that will leave you with a warm and fuzzy feeling, reminding us all that sometimes, true love finds its way back to us in the most unexpected and beautiful ways.