All rights reserved In the year 2025, young historian Vedika has dedicated her life to uncovering the lost stories of ancient India. Her latest expedition leads her deep into the Western Ghats, where legends whisper of a once-mighty empire- Mahishmati, now buried beneath time and silence. When Vedika and her team uncover the long-lost palace ruins, she feels drawn to one sealed chamber, untouched for centuries. Inside, she finds something.. A fragment of a broken mirror. The artifact calls to her in a way she cannot explain. Ignoring protocol, Vedika takes the mirror home. At first, it's just a piece of history to study. But soon, strange things begin to happen. The mirror hums faintly in her presence. Its surface seems to ripple like water. Then one night, as moonlight spills across her desk, she sees a reflection that is not her own. A pair of dark, watchful eyes stare back at her through the fractured glass. He speaks a language long dead, yet she understands every word. He calls her Devi. He tells her of a kingdom, of battles, of betrayal. Coming from a lonely home, Vedika begins to live for these midnight conversations. The voice in the mirror becomes her secret, her solace. The man within it feels impossibly real- commanding yet vulnerable, a ruler burdened by destiny. His name is Bhalladeva, Crown Prince of Mahishmati. The same Bhalladeva whom history remembers as a tyrant. As their connection deepens, Vedika sees the man behind the legend, the son striving for his father's pride. The prince overshadowed by his brother, the heart hidden beneath layers of ambition. She begins to wonder if history got him wrong. She faces a question that could change history: can love transform a man destined to be a villain, or is fate stronger than even the heart? A Rift in time for Bhalladeva is a sweeping tale of love, destiny, and redemption. A story where the past and future collide, and one woman's courage might rewrite the fate of an empire.

I loved Derek in chhichhore so decided to write a fanfiction of him. Hope you enjoy it.

He wasn't supposed to fall. But he did first, fast, and without restraint. A man built on discipline and power, ready to risk everything for her. For him, she wasn't a distraction, she was his undoing. "Heeriye... ni nasha tera karke, ke Ranjhan ye tabah ho gaya." And that's exactly what she became his addiction, his weakness, his strength. She grew up in a house that looked like royalty but felt like a prison. A father whose name carried influence, secrets, and darkness heavy enough to suffocate. Then truths begin to surface, the illusion of her perfect life shatters. "Aankhiya te chaya rang tere hi khyaal da, duja koi vekhya na main tere naal da" However he? He's already holding the file that could destroy her father's empire. In a world of power, betrayal, and dangerous love he fell first. And he's ready to burn everything down for her. _________________________________________ 🏅 #1 general fiction

"Arranged Marriage" centers on Aryan Khan in the aftermath of a public scandal. Faced with intense media scrutiny and pressure to stabilize his image, his parents, Shah Rukh Khan and Gauri Khan, propose an arranged marriage as the ultimate measure to anchor him and protect the family legacy. Aryan, tired of fighting, agrees but demands the right to choose his own bride. His surprising choice is Y/N, an upper-middle-class woman with absolutely no ties to the Bollywood industry. Aryan has observed her quietly for years in cafés and clubs-a grounded, intelligent commerce student running her own NGO-and recognizes her as the anchor he needs. The story culminates with the powerful Khan family initiating highly discreet, formal requests to Y/N's unsuspecting parents, setting the stage for a life neither Aryan nor Y/N had anticipated. The narrative explores themes of image management, tradition, and finding genuine connection amidst overwhelming public pressure.

Tara is a brilliant doctor with a past she's determined to leave behind. Her life is controlled, calculated, and a little too predictable-until she meets Shreyas Iyer, a cricketer with a smile that could melt any heart and a carefree attitude that challenges everything she's built. Shreyas doesn't believe in rushing things, but with Tara, he's ready to take a chance. What starts as playful banter quickly becomes something more as they uncover each other's vulnerabilities and fight their growing attraction. But love isn't always easy-especially when your past won't stay buried. Will Tara let her walls come down and open her heart to the one person who might just be able to heal her? Or will she keep running from the love that's right in front of her? "Beyond the White Coat: A Cricketer's Love Story" is a journey of laughter, healing, and unexpected love between two people from different worlds-but who might just be perfect for each other.

story of reheman dakait and ulfat in there young age like how they they get together THIS STORY IS FICTIONAL AND Imaginary NOT TO HURN ANYONE

An Aryan khan ff ❤️ Shreya Sharma : owner of Space craft agency . One of the richest woman entrepreneur of India . Aryan Khan : Egoistic,Charming , well known bollywood Director. Son of the wealthiest and biggest superstar of India. "The story revolves around extreme hate and competition to emotional support and intense love." What will happen when these two egoistics will clash and when their Firstmost interaction will become their worst memory !!! Will contain mature themes (18+) .

Aarvi Paul was a mere Assistant director of bollywood being trapped in a game where she had to face her senior director Aryan Khan, Prince of Bollywood. Their story started when one fine morning Aarvi found herself in a bed with Aryan Khan in an inappropriate situation. Read to find out what happened and how it goes. #AryanKhan [Author Note: Do vote on each chapter (from Asthetic to Epilogue), I won't mind to receive notifications of your votes and Comments] [A huge request to my readers, please do comment if you read. Otherwise Wattpad will think your votes as a spam and my book will be freeze. I'm saying that because I have faced that.] Start - 19th March, 2025 Ended - 12th December, 2025 [ © Akimazination | 2025 ]

This is the story of Rehman and Ulfat. This story is completely fictional. If this story hurts anyone's feelings, please understand that it is a work of fiction.I hope you like this story...😄🌸

A Shubman Gill Fanfiction The stadium was roaring, alive in the way only an IPL night could be. Lights blazed overhead, chants echoed endlessly, and thousands of voices merged into one electric wave inside Narendra Modi Stadium. And somewhere in that chaos-between flags, jerseys, and flashing cameras-stood Aratrika Shah, screaming at the top of her lungs like nothing else in the world mattered. Because to her, nothing else did. At twenty-three, Aratrika was a final-year fashion design student in Ahmedabad, balancing sketchbooks and deadlines by day, and living, breathing cricket by night. She didn't just watch matches-she felt them. Every run, every wicket, every moment lived in her chest. And when it came to Shubman Gill and Virat Kohli, she didn't hold back-she screamed louder, celebrated harder, like she belonged to the game itself. That night, like always, she had dragged her friends along, insisting cricket wasn't meant to be watched-it was meant to be lived. And when Shubman walked in to bat, her world narrowed down to the pitch. Every ball had her breath caught, every shot had her on edge. Until- A six. Clean. Effortless. Perfect. And Aratrika lost it. She screamed, laughed, completely consumed by the moment-eyes shining, unaware that up on the field, Shubman had glanced at the big screen. And instead of the replay- He saw her. Not the crowd. Not the noise. Just her. The girl who felt the game more than anyone else. And just like that, something shifted. Because in a crowd of thousands- He noticed one. He didn't know her name, didn't know who she was-but he couldn't forget her. And even after she disappeared back into the crowd, the moment stayed. Because now- Shubman Gill was searching. For a girl who had no idea... that she had just become the reason he couldn't look away from the stands anymore.