"Kuch kahaniyan kabhi poori nahi hoti... isiliye woh dobara janam leti hain." When fate tore them apart in another lifetime, their souls carried the ache forward, not to forget, but to complete a love left unfinished. He was reborn as a king, not only to rule a kingdom, but to command the shadows as a Mafia King. Surrounded by power, feared by many, yet loneliness flowed silently through his veins. She returned to the world alone, fighting for survival, bearing pain no soul should endure. And when she believed nothing worse could happen, darkness claimed her eyes. Forgotten. Broken. Unprotected. Yet somewhere within her fragile heart, hope waited... for someone she could not see, but had always belonged to. She yearned for love. He had been deprived of it his entire life. And then... they met again. He found her in her most fragile state. She found him without knowing his face. This time, fate will not test their love, it will measure the depth of their devotion. Because some souls are reborn not to begin again, but to finish what destiny once destroyed. And this time... love refuses to die.

[PARTITION ROMANCE] 18+ She is a mute. He is a politician. And 1947 is burning around them. After surviving a brutal assault and losing her only family, Vrishty, a voiceless Hindu girl, is left alone in a town tearing itself apart. Hunted by the man who first claimed her, she hides in silence, until Meer, an emerging Muslim politician, becomes the only barrier between her and the chaos outside. Bound by guilt and an unexpected pull, Meer begins to realise his vicinity with the girl. But the nation which divided amongst the communal hate, will it be able to save these burning interfaith hearts, alive? __________________________ "In Islam" he continued quietly. "You cannot marry unless both agree... and unless both are Muslim" His expression twisted, a deep aching conflict. I shook my head, looking at him. As if almost pleading him. Noo...please....

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐘𝐀 × 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐑𝐀 "𝐘𝐚 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐞𝐡 𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐦𝐢 𝐚𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐬𝐢 𝐰𝐚𝐪𝐭 𝐭𝐮𝐣𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦 𝐝𝐞𝐠𝐚 𝐲𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐣 𝐢𝐬𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐝𝐤𝐢 𝐤𝐢 𝐥àà𝐬𝐡 𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐢 𝐢𝐳𝐳𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐩𝐚𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐢." The storm forced her to bring a wounded stranger into her house to save his life. She cleaned his blood, gave him shelter, and stayed awake while he lay unconscious. By morning, the village had already decided what the night meant. They dragged her into the square, accused her of dishonor, and refused to hear the truth. Mercy became shame. Kindness became sin. Then they gave the stranger a choice in front of everyone. He never meant to stay. She never meant to be tied to him. 𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒆?

" I won't marry you! ...Ge..t out of here!" I screamed in fear. my voice breaking. Ammi grabbed my hand, her grip tight with desperation. "Stop! Don't say anything! He will hurt you bacha!" But I wasn't listening with trembling hands, I picked up a small mirror from the table and throw it at him, everyone's eyes widened. "Leave you monster!!!" Shiva dodged it effortlessly, mirror shattered at his feet, his eyes narrowing. His jaw clenched, He exhaled sharply, his patience snapping, Everyone hold their breath thinking now he's going to hurt me as well. "Shoot her father's leg." "No!" I screamed, DIG IN TO FIND OUT MORE Do not click on this book if you can't handle senstive content.© Trigger warning ⚠️ rape, abuse, trauma, suicidal behaviour, anger , mention of blood , murder. I don't own any picture. All the photos belong to their rightful owners, only the storyline is mine so please don't copy my story, thank you.

(Book 1 in Forbidden Series) Leonardo Rosewood A kind but lonely 30-year-old guy, he's had some experiences that turned him into an atheist. He works as a high-ranking officer for the British East India Company. He commands power and respect. He's not rude, but he's not exactly the friendliest person either. Radha A 19-year-old girl with an innocent curiosity to explore the world, she faced a heartbreak when society forced her into marriage at of sixteen, wedded to a forty-eight-year-old stranger. Each day became unbearable as she silently endured pain, wondering if this is how her life would be. Yet, even in the pain, a hope burned within her, only because of her Kanha. She prayed to her Kanha, believing that someday, despite the harsh realities, she might find her own path to happiness and freedom. A love story that was never meant to be... but fate had other plans. Will their love endure and blossom in the orthodox society? Or would they get bleedingly ripped apart and forgotten in history? (This story is set in the 1910s in India, during the colonization era.) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction set in 1910s India and is not historically accurate. It is purely for entertainment purposes and does not intend to whitewash British colonial rule. The characters and events are fictional and should not be seen as a reflection of real history.

Previously called Older Brothers Part 1 Completed (Alternate version) part 2 Completed "T-trust me?" "Always." It was the promise that they were never going to break. They were seven like sins. Devious, Sly, deceptive and sharp-witted. They ruled the world of evil with no hint of mercy inside their cold hearts. A simple, timid and an unsophisticated girl who liked being on sidelines. Her little world was built on the base of lies. Until one dreadful night came, and her small world came crumbling down on the ground. Her heart was broken into pieces by pieces as she was forcefully taken into a new world that she wasn't familiar with. Will she survive or lose this battle of melting their cold hearts?