"Because he is Ram's shadow... and she is Sita's reflection... One is the personification of dutifulness and other one is the epitome of sacrifice. What else in the world can be comparable with this divine bond, which has crossed every limit of human emotions. The world needs to bow down infront of this nonpareil love of Lakshman... and Lakshman priya, Urmila." ❤︎ L͟a͟k͟s͟h͟m͟a͟n͟ P͟r͟i͟y͟a͟ ❤︎ Often in Ramayana we hear and see the immortal love of Shri Ram and Mata Sita. But forget such a great love story without which, the completion of Ramayana was impossible. That story... which taught the world about the balance of love and duty. That love... which made the world realize the true meaning of sacrifices. That sacrifice... which made both of those lovers the purest. And that was the divine love story of Shri Lakshman and Mata Urmila. How was this great love after all? The one who accepted the pain of separation like nectars of paradise. And what was its purpose? RANKS #1 'Sisters for life' - (30/01/2024) #3 'Mythology'- (30/01/2024) #1 'Lakshmila'- (10/05/2024)

༺🥀༻⋆ This isn't a story where the female lead is innocent and naive. This is a story where the female lead will be anything but naive. ༺🖤༻⋆ Swati Malhotra ~ A heart surgeon professionally for the world but a Mafia queen with hidden identity in underworld. She is the kindest soul you'll ever met but only for the one's that deserves her kindness and don't think her kindness as weakness. Shreyansh Singh Rathore ~ He is the CEO of 'Rathore Enterprises' for the world but a Mafia king in underworld. He is everything a girl can ever dream of but he lost his heart to a girl whom eyes he just saw at a party in Paris 6 years ago and became obsessed with. But after that night she just vanished like she never existed. Now she came back again after 6 years but he didn't know that his enemy from the underworld is the same woman with whom he is obsessed with. . . . . . I'm dedicating this story to my bestfriend as she told me what kind of man she likes , so I thought why not build that dream character for my bestie [ She doesn't know that I'm writing this story 😉] This story is a work of fiction; I'm still in my teens so this book may look cringe so don't judge this easily. This story contains mature themes so those who are not comfortable with these stuffs kindly leave this book. Also I'm new here so don't judge my books 📚. And this book will be a DARK ROMANCE book and I won't tolerate any kind of disrespect towards my characters as my characters have its own flaws. Happy Reading 🌸😽

Yaha par bas maine pni imagination ko likha hai. Aur kuch nhi 🥹. Deewani didi ke character hi itne ache h. 🥰 So I can't help with it.

adira, a brilliant historian and an unwavering perfectionist, thrives on unraveling the lost mysteries of the past. Yet, one enigma continues to elude her-the most celebrated warrior king of ancient India. His name echoes through time, his empire was far ahead of its era, yet history only offers fragments of his existence. Who was he beyond his throne? How did his kingdom attain a brilliance that even modern science cannot comprehend? And why did he suddenly disappear, leaving behind an unfinished legacy? These questions consume her, turning curiosity into obsession. But when fate takes an unexpected turn, adira finds herself not just studying history-she is living it. Drawn into the depths of time, she steps into his empire, face to face with the legend himself. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure, or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces? As the past and present collide, she becomes more than just a seeker of truth. She becomes his obsession. And in the kingdom of a lion, escape is no longer an option

[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....

₊˚⊹♡ ⊹˚₊ ❝ तेरी मोहब्बत में जलना भी है, और तुझसे बचके ही चलना भी है... कुछ रंग अपना बदलना भी है, मैंने ढलना तेरे रंग में है सदा... ❞ ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ "Some loves heal. Some loves haunt. And some... refuse to die." ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Major Siddharth Singh was never a good man. Not the kind poetry is written about. Not the kind mothers pray for. Not the kind women should love. He is stubborn. Ruthless. Dangerously loyal. The sort of man who would burn himself alive if duty demanded it and expect everyone else to understand even including her. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Captain Dr. Sakshi Choudhary never intended to love him. She intended to survive him. His arrogance. His recklessness. His impossible certainty that the world would bend before his will. Yet somewhere between military hospitals, field postings, unanswered calls and promises neither of them knew how to keep he became home. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ Meanwhile Major Karan Rathore laughs too loudly. And Shrishti Bajwa loves too deeply. One hides every wound behind humour. The other pretends her heart is not breaking. Together they are chaos. Together they are comfort. Together they are the kind of love people envy without knowing what it cost. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ But wars do not only happen at borders. Sometimes they happen inside marriages. Inside loyalty. Inside the spaces between truth and silence. And when a mission crosses into enemy territory one choice will change everything because some betrayals are real and some betrayals only look real but hearts break either way. ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ This is a story of duty that demanded too much. Of love that forgave too litt

Rajveer Chakraborty × Brototi Ghosh This story will be Updated soon

A short story Ahaan Mittal and Akansha Mittal. Ahh aa! No, they are not married YET! but coincidentally, both surnames are the same. Ahaan Mittal, a 28-year-old Professor of Economics, fell for a student from his College. But unfortunately, she Hates Economics. Akansha Mittal, a 21-year-old student, hates economics, but look at her fate! Her economics sir himself has fallen head over heels for her. As their worlds collide, secrets unravel, and forbidden desires simmer beneath the surface. Amidst the backdrop of college corridors and hidden rendezvous, Ahaan and Akansha embark on a journey of self-discovery, navigating the complexities of love, loyalty, and societal expectations. Will their clandestine romance survive the revelation, or will it crumble under the weight of their intertwined fates? ~𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑚𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑒𝑠_🦋 Started - 1st August 2024 Ended - 1st January 2026

~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~• She was once the heartbeat of the Rai Singhania mansion.The laughter that softened power.The smile that lit marble halls brighter than chandeliers. Siyaisha Rai Singhania-the youngest, the purest, the most loved. Five powerful brothers stood guard around her. A father who once called her his pride. A grandparents who worshipped her existence. Until one day... love turned lethal. A single accusation shattered everything. Her father's slap branded her a witch. Her brothers called her shameless, a disgrace, a stain. Her dance ,her devotion, her soul, was dragged through filth. They said she danced to seduce men. The poison had a name-Darika A sweet face hiding venomous jealousy. She didn't want a place in the family- she wanted Siyaisha's place. Lies were whispered. Proofs were planted. Trust turned to hatred. And one stormy night, Siyaisha was thrown out of her home. No evidence. No voice.truth unheard. EIGHT YEARS PASSED. Eight years of pain, survival, and rebirth. Now she's back. Not as the naïve princess they broke but as a woman forged in fire. Unbreakable. Fearless. Untouchable. She no longer needs their love. She no longer needs their name. Because now-she is her own empire. When the broken daughter returns to the family that destroyed her... Will they realised the truth? will they beg for forgiveness? Or face the storm they created? Siyaisha is back. And this time-she's not here to be accepted. She's here to conquer. ~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~••~•~•~•~•~•~•