╭── ⋅დ⋅ ── ✩ . ✩ ── ⋅დ⋅ ──╮ "𝙃𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠. 𝙃𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙙." •𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏 𝒙 𝑨𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒗𝒊• "What the hell do you think you're wearing?" I said, my voice low, dangerous. Her lips parted. "A dress." Two words. A challenge. "Can't you see every boy here is looking at you?" "And you're one of them." My breath hitched. The last thread of control snapped. I grabbed her jaw, tilting her face up. Her eyes widened-then I crushed my mouth to hers. My Fu*king First Kiss. Not only mine. Our First Ever Kiss! She tasted like fire and hesitation. Sweet, unyielding, infuriatingly perfect. I pulled back, forehead brushing hers. "You are mine. I have the right to look at you the way I want." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: · 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐱 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢 · 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 · 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐌𝐋 · 𝐇𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐇𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 · 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 · 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐱 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 · 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 · 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 · 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 · 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐌L

Manhattan, early 2000s. "Fab" magazine: a glossy kingdom of stilettos, questionable trends, and Eleanor Thompson, a (mostly) benevolent Editor-in-Chief. Navigating this world is Ashley Parker, a whip-smart Managing Editor whose glasses are as essential as her morning triple espresso. Life's a whirlwind of fashion emergencies and deciphering Eleanor's bizarre requests... until he shows up. Jake Thompson. Eleanor's son. Ashley's arch-nemesis from college. Picture a golden retriever in human form, armed with a trust fund and a talent for chaos. Their history? Epic pranks, disastrous study dates, and a rivalry that could curdle milk. Now, Jake's back, lurking around "Fab" like a fashion-forward gargoyle. The tension between him and Ashley? Palpable. They bicker, they scheme, but beneath the surface, something's brewing. It's a volatile mix of annoyance and...maybe something else? Expect exploding sample sales, celebrity interviews gone sideways, and a chihuahua named Princess Consuela Banana Hammock (it's an Eleanor Thompson thing). As Ashley and Jake stumble through the absurdities of the magazine world, they start to see each other in a new (slightly less homicidal) light. But can they ditch the rivalry and embrace the awkward, undeniable spark? Or will their past and their pride keep them locked in a battle of wits and simmering hormones? "Ink-Compatible" is a rom-com about second chances, and the delightfully weird world of 2000s Manhattan.

जानम, देख लो, मिट गईं दूरियाँ मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ कैसी सरहदें? कैसी मजबूरियाँ? मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ ~ सुन सको तो सुनो धड़कनों की ज़बाँ मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ कैसी सरहदें? कैसी मजबूरियाँ? मैं यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ हूँ, यहाँ ~ ~Drishti "Love, for me, is devotion. I cannot see him, but my heart recognizes him the way a prayer recognizes its own peace. Love is trusting his voice in every silence, holding his hand as if it is the only light I know. It is the faith that even in darkness, his presence will guide me home. People say love begins with sight but mine begins with surrender, with believing in someone I have never seen yet feel in every heartbeat. For me, love is sacred, a quiet promise to stay, to trust, to belong. And if this is devotion... then I live my whole life loving him. ~Ekaksh "Drishti... If your love is devotion, then mine is gratitude - gratitude that God trusted me with a heart as pure as yours. You say you can't see me, but you don't need to. Because every time you hold my hand, I feel seen in a way I never have before. You walk through darkness with faith... and that faith makes me stronger. You call my presence your light, but the truth is you are the reason I know what love truly is. If love is sacred for you, then for me, you are sacred. Your trust is my prayer, your heartbeat is my peace, and your devotion... that is my entire world.

# BOOK 1 of the series - KALANK CHRONICLES ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE Abhimaan stood on the balcony, the city lights reflecting off his crisp, dark blazer. His hands were tucked into his pockets, jaw tight, eyes scanning the chaos below. For him, love had always been a trap, something that made him weak, dependent, and vulnerable. He wasn't about to fall into it again. Not now. Not ever. MISHIKA MARWAH Meanwhile, inside the house, Mishika hummed softly, her bright scarf loosely draped over her shoulders as she stirred a cup of cocoa for her little niece. She believed in love, not in grand gestures or fairy-tale endings, but in quiet, heartfelt moments like this. Family first. Always. Their worlds are different, and yet, neither knew how close fate was about to bring them.

Charles smirked, eyes locking on Ava's flushed face. "You want it too, sweetheart?" . Ava never expected that walking into her teacher's office would change everything. One moment, she was handing in an assignment; the next, she was witnessing a kiss that should have never happened. Mr. Charles Carter, charming, smug, and far too dangerous, catches her in the act, turning her silence into his leverage. With a cruel smirk, he makes it clear: speak, and he'll destroy her.

© all rights reserved. 1890's India, British era . --- Sold into a life she never chose, Meeradhvi the child prostitution ( 18) becomes the wife of Prithviditya Rajvanshi - a man of power, pride, and cold authority. At 28, he carries the weight of duty and a childhood love he can never forget, leaving her to navigate a world of silence, gossip, and subtle cruelty. Yet amidst the whispers, the village taunts, and the shadows of the past, their fates intertwine in ways neither expected. In the quiet moments between duty and desire, will responsibility give way to something deeper, or will the chains of fate hold them forever apart? "She was sold , he was forced , responsibility was formed and yet destiny refused to let go ".

𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭. They say love hurts. But I? I never loved him. I chased him, betrayed him, captivated him, and devoted myself to him And he? He accepted every ounce of me. He had to, because I, Mahira Shekhawat, deserve nothing less than worship. Yet, in the end, it shattered me-it had to; I had chosen the agony for myself, to fall in love with him-with Vidyut Singh Chauhan. 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐲𝐮𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐡𝐚𝐧. They say hate blinds. But I? I never allowed myself to truly hate her. I wanted to-I tried,but she has a way of crawling under my skin, of twisting my anger into...something I can't put into words. And she? She commands every part of me, drags me into surrender I loathe to give. She is Mahira Shekhawat. She deserves worship. And yet I despise the fact that I offer it but soon I'll give in but not before ruining her in my ways. -----------𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍𑁍---------- Interested my lovelies? ahh,dive in:) No one's stoping you. Not interested? Thank you,atleast for reading the preface,I'm glad. With regards, Debangana aka Debbie_Wrts.❀

She had dreams, she wanted to be free, to be happy-but destiny always had a different plan. She longed for love, but she never imagined she would steal her own sister's... She lived in the shadows, cursed by fate, invisible to everyone. He ruled with ice and violence, a billionaire feared by all. And somehow, destiny throws them together at the altar. The most feared... faces the most forgotten. Will fear tear them apart... or bind them in ways no one expected? Anjali Verma, aged 21, always living in the shadows of her siblings, branded as bad luck by everyone who knew her. Invisible. Forgotten. Feared. Ayaansh Malhotra, aged 27, a ruthless billionaire mafia king, feared by all-friends, enemies, even his own family. Cold. Calculating. Merciless. And now... the wedding is about to begin. But the bride isn't Anjali's sister. But Anjali herself. The most feared man in the world... standing before the girl who has spent her whole life fearing everyone. What happens when fear meets fearlessness-or when the weakest becomes the only one who can tame the strongest? An Novel By Author_ifra

You Chloe ever since fifth grade all I wanted was you. People come and people go just like Chloe's dad. 16 year old Chloe Müller doesn't believe in love, hope, faith anything after her dad's car accident eight years ago. She doesn't want anything to do with love unless it's Parker Simms a cool nerdy boy who's very similar to her. He's all she's ever wanted not Ross. Chloe's brother and Ross are close friends and have been since they were little kids. Chloe thinks he's an obnoxious player with no heart until she gets assigned to take pictures of the lacrosse team and everything changes. Ross Crawford the hottest guy in school who has a bad reputation. He plays almost every girl he falls for and it never ends well. He's always been as stuck up stubborn guy until it comes to Chloe. He barely paid attention to her that was before they engaged for the first time in years and his heart fluttered for her. Chloe try's not to engage after there incident but Ross's heart just keeps growing bigger for her. Will she push him away or let her true feelings spill out?