I am invisible. No, not like having super power invisible but I have been invisible since I was cursed. Messing with high power priestess is not a good option. I have been what you call a bad boy. I loved dating girl, breaking hearts, late night rendezvous and rule breaking. So my curse was to live an endless life with a added bonus of being invisible so that I was alone for immortality. Since I was so very good looking and she kind of had a soft spot for me, she left a loop hole. My curse will be lifted if I find true love. I wish it was that easy because in my case no one can even see me so falling in love with me was out of question. Tristyn Moore is a cursed bad boy now invisible. Iorwen Haywell is the tomboy of her town with gang of friends, with rough child hood she is now one tough girl. Though she is pretty enough but for some reason she has never dated and is like invisible to opposite sex. Can two invisible people will be finally able to see and believe in each other? #1 in Fantasy on 02-05-2016

𓆩:*¨༺✧ ♛ ✧༻¨*:𓆪 "𝐀𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐚, 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝?" "𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐲, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬, 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐨𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃. 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡!" ─ ⋆⋅₊♚⚚₊⋅⋆ ─ In a world filled with darkness and deception, she is a princess with ray of sunshine, offering warmth and hope. He is an assassin, haunted by his past and reluctant to let anyone in. Their paths cross in a dangerous game of loyalty and betrayal. As they navigate their conflicting loyalties, can her kindness break through the walls he has built around his heart? Together, they will discover that love can flourish even in the harshest of circumstances, but only if they can learn to trust one another. ─ ⋆⋅₊♚⚚₊⋅⋆ ─ "Every sunrise she sees will begin with my love, and every night she sleeps will end with my protection." "Every breath I take will whisper his name, for even in my fiercest storms, his love is my home." ─ ⋆⋅₊♚⚚₊⋅⋆ ─ Join Amaira Rajvanshi and Viraj Kshatriya on their journey of love and trust, where hope shines even in darkness. Experience a tale of passion, betrayal, and redemption, where every heartbeat echoes the promise of a love that can change everything.

[a desi college romance] Vijay and Nila have only one thing in common - they take the same bus at the same time everyday. What if this mere commonality steers their life into a whirlpool of uninvited feelings, wholesome conversations and unexpected connections, taking them on a ride they don't recall buying tickets for?

Vaishnavi didn't leave Dev to escape him. She left because staying was killing her slower. Separation was supposed to be peace. It became war. Quiet. Invisible. Inevitable. Inside the Rathore mansion, she isn't a princess anymore. Not a daughter. It's not a mistake that can be corrected. She's a trigger. A walking fault line. Every corridor whispers her past. Every shadow feels like it's watching her bleed in silence. She lives in a house that once worshipped her name and now pretends she never existed. And far away-yet dangerously close-Dev feels it. The distance doesn't soften him. It sharpens him. The man who once restrained himself for her is losing his patience with mercy. His aura coils are dark and controlled, burning beneath the surface like magma waiting for a fracture. Every lie the Rathores swallowed. Every truth, Vaishnavi stitched into her silence. Every wound she never named. He feels them all. Because she is no longer shielded by his shadow. And he is no longer protecting the world from himself. This isn't heartbreak. It's a fuse. Because Dev without Vaishnavi is not calmer. He is deadlier. And Vaishnavi without Dev is not safer. She is unguarded. Secrets don't stay buried when two empires breathe the same air. Blood remembers. Trauma leaks. Truth claws its way out. Every step Vaishnavi takes inside that house rewrites the past. Every breath Dev takes outside, it promises destruction. They are still bound. Not by proximity. Not by vows. Not by words. But by a bond, violent enough to burn kingdoms once it snaps back into place. And when they collide again- It won't be emotional. It won't be gentle. It won't be merciful. It will be a reckoning. Because what's coming next isn't love. It's inevitable. 🔥

Major trope- • Extremely shy submissive fl X Cunning Dominant ml • Innocent princess X Mafia king • She fell first X He fell harder Darkness looms over two fractured worlds-one bound by royalty, the other by ruthless power. Their fates collide in an unholy alliance born of vengeance, hatred, and secrets. She is Vaishnavi Singh Rathore, the silent princess. Branded a curse since childhood, she has chosen silence as her shield, her green eyes speaking the words her lips never could. He is Devendra Pratap Rao, the mafia king. Cold, calculating, and unyielding, his grey eyes hold storms, his touch a dangerous promise. A man who detests human connection-yet, with her, the rules shatter. Bound by a marriage neither wanted, they stand on opposite ends of a legacy soaked in blood. She runs, her anklets jingling with every step. He walks, his pace calm, unhurried-a predator stalking his prey. "You can run all you want," his deep voice echoes, laced with dark amusement. "But you'll always end up here. With me." She gasps as he corners her, his hand brushing against her waist, fiddling with her chain. His grey eyes burn like molten fire as they lock onto her, pinning her in place. She clutches his collar, trembling, caught in a game of dominance and defiance. "You're mine, princess," he whispers, their noses brushing as the tension between them crackles like a storm. "Every heartbeat, every breath-mine." Her silence speaks louder than words. And in that silence, a dangerous obsession blooms, one that threatens to consume them both. "His: Captive Empress"- where silence speaks, and the fire within burns brighter than destiny itself.

🌙✨ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 '𝐈𝐬𝐡𝐪' ✨🌙 "𝑰𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒉𝒂-𝒆-𝑰𝒔𝒉𝒒" 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒎𝒔 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆..... 𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒆𝒙𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒊𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐. 🥀 𝗭𝗮𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗶𝗸 🥀 He was a man who never believed in distractions until she walked in and the world blurred around her presence. He knew he had no right to want her, yet his heart kept whispering her name in every silent prayer. 🥀 𝗔𝘆𝗲𝗱𝗮 𝗞𝗵𝗮𝗻 🥀 She had dreams, boundaries, and a life set on a different path. But sometimes, love doesn't ask for permission, it just quietly becomes the only thing that feels right. Some love stories are soft, some are stormy-but this one? It's a surrender 𝑼𝒏𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒏𝒂 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒏𝒂𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂. 𝑶𝒓 𝑴𝒂𝒊... 𝑴𝒂𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒂. ~𝒁𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒌

"So, should I take it as a 'yes' Dharani?", Acharya asked me looking straight into my eyes as if he is reading my expressions. I immediately looked down trying to compose myself and hide my feelings before he actually reads them. "Or would you like to take your word bac...." "It's a yes," I replied confidently. Taking your word back is the worst thing you could do in a royal family. It is a sign of weakness and is just unacceptable. Moreover, I am pretty sure Arjun would never agree to marry me. So why should I be the one to reject. "What about you, Arjun?" asked King Indra turning towards his son. "You remember what you told yesterday right?" he said signaling Arjun about something. The room was filled with absolute silence and I realized that the only sound that could be heard is that of my bangles, and that is because my right hand is slightly shivering. "Umm...father....I, " Arjun stuttered perhaps for the first time in his life, "accept....accept... this marriage proposal." I looked at Arjun in disbelief. My eyes widened and I didn't know how but my hand was already on my forehead. I didn't expect this from him. Why in the world would he want to marry me? He hates the way I look at the world. He wants everyone to be as heartless as him and I would never be able to do that. "Dangerously kind" is the word he used to describe me a while ago. We wouldn't even make good friends, let alone life partners. How in the world could we live together? "So it's official. You both are going to get married," king Indra said smiling while Acharya was writing something on a paper as if he already knew this is not going to be all love love. "This is more of an agreement king," he said as he wrote down, "and they knew it. They were eavesdropping on our conversation from the beginning." True, we heard them. We understood what they had planned, but we didn't want to get married. At least I didn't.....

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"Do you regret kissing me, Ishika?" His voice dropped-dark, low, and possessive enough to steal the air from my lungs. My entire body froze. Not because I didn't know the answer- But because I did. My breath hitched, sharp and aching. Regret? God. If only he knew what that kiss did to me. His grip didn't loosen. His fingers dug gently into my wrist, grounding me to him, to the heat of his body pressed against my back. I could feel every inch of him-dangerous, intoxicating, magnetic. "Ishika," he rasped again, each syllable laced with something desperate. Something real. "Do. You. Regret. It?" I should lie. Say it meant nothing. That it was a mistake. But my heart? It was screaming. Screaming for him. No. No, I didn't regret it. I couldn't. If I had, I wouldn't still feel his taste on my lips. I wouldn't still be burning from the ghost of his touch. I wouldn't still be aching for more. "We wouldn't be kissing for so long...and still not want to let go...if I regretted that," I whispered-my voice trembling, My voice trembled. "If I regretted it, Veer..." I whispered, "...I wouldn't be standing here, craving your mouth on mine again." And that's it- I felt the pull.

People say accidents happen for a reason. But what about accidents that turn your whole life upside down? What about accidents that change the whole meaning of your life? Meet Khushi Sharma, a girl who was lost in her own world. Struggling with issues that she didn't deserved but were burdened with all her life. It was her destiny. A destiny that she saw no future in except darkness. Meet Manish Malhotra, a boy free from all binding of the world. Being broken from his past and filled with hatred, all he wanted was freedom from the boundations of life. Though he had all in his life still his life felt empty and filled with darkness. SNEAK PEAK: ----------------------- Manish never imagined that a simple wedding day would turn into a scene straight out of a comedy movie. All he wanted was to enjoy the celebration in peace, but fate had other plans. A misstep, a crash into a stranger, and suddenly he's tangled in a whirlwind of chaos. Her dupatta caught in his watch, sindoor raining down like divine mischief. "Can you stop for a minute?" he yells, frustration bubbling in his voice. "As you see, I can't...the kid's more important," she replies breathlessly. He scoffs. "Why have kids if you can't handle them?" She turns sharply. "Excuse me?!" He yanks her dupatta free, breaking his watch in the process. Irritated by a insignificant incident, until the priest's voice cuts through the commotion. "This is the game of God. On such a prosperous day, he has united two souls in such a unique way. You are now husband and wife, bound for seven lifetimes." "What?!" Their eyes widen. And just like that, two strangers are forced into an accidental marriage. Neither asking nor prepared for it. Lost in a whirlwind of confusion and chaos, they now face the biggest question. How do they navigate this unexpected journey together? ------------------------------------- Started: November 12, 2023 Ended: July 8, 2025 Status: Ended Editing: Soon