"She's not meant to be a queen-she never wanted to be. But the past has other plans." Dhruvika, a scientist from the future, is thrown into the past-not as a visitor, but as a prisoner in a stolen body. A princess. A runaway bride. A kingdom on the edge of destruction. She's trapped in the body of a royal hunted by ruthless soldiers and claimed by a king who takes what he wants-and he wants her. Magic runs through her veins, but it's locked away. Her mind fights to break free, but every move she makes has deadly consequences. The king is dark. The kingdom is broken. And Dhruvika is trapped between them. She can't escape. She can't trust anyone. But one thing is certain-she won't bend to his will. Not willingly. But if she doesn't give in, the cost might be more than her life. A forgotten kingdom. A stolen body. A fate that was never hers. Welcome to the past-where the future bleeds.

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

[ORPHAN X UNDERCOVER AGENT] Tara is a free spirited girl on whom life has never been easy. From being discarded on her first birthday to being thrown into adulthood without any disclosures and shelter. Tara has faced every phase of life by herself until one night where it all changed. But for better or for worse? In Hindu mythology, 'Tara' is associated with the planet Venus and is considered a protective deity. Will Tara be able to stand upon her name and be her protective deity or the venus will simply lose its spirit? Explicit Violence triggers are provided in the book.

✨ The world sees the Singhanias as perfect... Royal family - dripping with power, wrapped in grace, cloaked in legacy. Their mansion sparkles. Their name commands respect. Their smiles? Flawless. But if you press your ear against the grand iron gates of their estate... If you listen closely... You'll hear silence. The kind of silence that screams. --- 💀 Lakshya Singhania - Mafia King. Business Emperor. Cold as steel. Emotionless. Unshakable. Power wasn't his desire - it was his defense. He spoke little, but when he speak, the world fell silent. Feared by many. Obeyed by all. Because power? It meant control - control over hearts, over fates, over pain. And control was the only thing that never left him. He didn't believe in love. He didn't believe in family. He believed in deals. Silence. Shadows. Until she came. --- 🌸 Sneha - Cheerful. Mysterious. Full of light. Behind that sweet smile hides a fierce, unstoppable soul. She walks into the Singhania Mansion not just as his wife... but as a storm in disguise. A girl who laughs like sunshine but carries secrets deeper than night. A girl who dares to touch the one man no one could ever reach. Can her warmth melt the ice in Lakshya's heart? Can her love heal a family torn apart by silence? Or will the shadows of the past devour them both before love has a chance to bloom? --- 💔✨ "Not every palace is a home. Not every king has a heart. But sometimes... only one person presence can change everything." ---

They called her sunshine with a heartbeat. The girl who lit up hallways without even trying. The one whose laughter floated down corridors like music - Warm, golden, unforgettable. Siara Singhania didn't chase attention. It found her. A new face at HVIS, Indian by origin, and instantly unforgettable - She was the kind of girl people noticed, adored, and whispered about in awe. She remembered everyone's name. She smiled first. She spoke softly, but her presence was loud - in the most beautiful way. But even sunshine casts shadows. And her light... It stopped in front of him. Mark Keifer Watson. Brooding. Silent. Untouchable. The kind of boy who didn't care if you loved him or feared him - as long as you stayed out of his way. He was the warning sign painted in red. She was the daisy growing through concrete. They weren't supposed to meet - not really. But some souls are written to collide. Because sometimes, even the darkest storms crave a little sun. And sometimes, the sun burns for the one place it's never meant to reach. ---

Every Indian student knows the smell of a dusty classroom and the hard, unforgiving surface of a wooden bench. To the world, it's just furniture. To us, it was a witness. It saw the first day we walked in with oversized uniforms and even bigger dreams. It felt the weight of bags that got heavier every year-not just with textbooks, but with the silent pressure to rank, to perform, and to belong. This is not a story of heroic triumphs or dramatic romances. It is a quiet reflection on the years spent sitting still while our worlds shifted beneath us. It's about the friends who became home 🏠, the teachers who saved us, the marks that defined us, and the moments we stopped asking "why" and started learning to pretend we were okay. From the first bell 🔔 to the final farewell, this is the honest journey of a life lived on the edge of a bench. #20 in thoughts #20 in deep #5 in student life #1 in school stories

I've been writing these since last year, mostly just for myself. But stories and poems are meant to be felt by others, too. This is an eclectic collection of short poetry covering different themes, emotions, and random late-night thoughts. Whether you're looking for a quick read or something to resonate with your soul, I hope you find a piece of yourself in these pages.

"Treat my wound" he said, laying down on the cold floor of the maid's room in his mansion. "B...but it's too deep. I can't... you need to go to the hospital, sir" the maid replied, her lips trembling, tears pooling in her eyes. "Do it" he said calmly, no trace of pain on his face as he turned his back toward her, his skin carved with wounds. With shaking hands, she stepped closer, the first-aid kit clutched tightly. Tears slid down her cheeks as she began treating him. He lay there on the floor, careless of dignity, of blood, of the world, his eyes fixed on her. And in them lived something forbidden... something powerful enough to destroy everything. He asked her to treat his wounds. But what he truly wanted... was for her to heal him. And she...she was forbidden to even think of him. Forget healing him. What will happen when a sinister mafia becomes obsessed with his maid? Will a soft, pure-hearted girl fall in love with the man the world fears to even look at? Read the story to find out what destiny has planned for them.