On the night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput sat draped in red and gold, her pulse trembling beneath the weight of silk and jewels. The air was too still, too heavy, as though the palace itself held its breath. A sound shattered the hush-footsteps, steady and deliberate. She turned. Her groom stood before her, his face veiled in a mask , a sword glinting in his hand. Before her lips could form a word, the blade found her heart. Her bangles struck the marble floor in a scatter of sound, her breath faltered, and the palace drowned in silence. When her eyes opened again, time had lost its meaning. Centuries unraveled like threads: Empires rose and crumbled, storms clawed at the stone halls, and still she wandered-unseen, unheard, bound to the place of her death. Until one night, headlights cut through the darkness of the courtyard. From the car stepped a man-his presence carved against the winter air. His gaze swept the ruins... and stopped on HER. For the first time in lifetimes, Princess Meera was seen.

A quiet, emotional professor-student romance. A story of quiet hearts and fragile beginnings. Navh Talya, a composed and calm professor, meets Ati Revya, a girl carrying the weight of a painful past. As their lives intertwine, trust is tested, emotions unravel, and healing begins in small, unexpected ways. Almost Spring ♡ :･ﾟ because healing doesn't happen all at once. It comes slowly... like winter learning how to feel the sun again. ♡ Navh Talya × Ati Revya ♡ "He's the calm. She's the storm he never saw coming." ♡ ✧･ﾟ:✧･ﾟ:✧ ♡ Dedication ♡ For the hearts learning to bloom again, even when winter still whispers. ♡ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 　　 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

𝑰 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒊𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑴𝒆 ••• "Did you know how I felt when I learned my wife wants to divorce me through a fūcking outsider?" He asked, his piercing gaze meeting hers through the mirror. His one hand was resting on her stomach, keeping her close to him while the other one touched her head. "This-" He moved the finger from her head to her heart. "-this-" He pulled her closer from his other hand. "-your whole fūcking being, belongs with me, get that?" He asked, raising her chin to make her look in the mirror. She should push him away, she should be telling him how much she hates him but she found herself nodding. "Words." He pressed. "Yes," She mumbled. "What's your name?" "Roop." "What's your name?" He asked again, pronouncing each word clearly this time. "Roop Mehrotra." "Roop. Amrit. Mehrotra." His jaw tightened, "Say it." "Roop Amrit Mehrotra." She breathed out, trying to get away from him but his grip was firm. "Right, and it's going to stay just like that." ••• Two people, one unwanted marriage. The question is, will they survive or give up without even trying? •••

The clang of steel, the roar of warriors, the taste of blood and dust-Viraaj Singh Chauhan was in the heart of war when the world tore itself apart. One strike, one heartbeat, and then-silence. When his eyes opened again, there was no battlefield. Thunder roared from machines racing over black roads. Glass towers pierced the night, the air stinking of smoke and metal. A king, stripped of the crown and kingdom, stood lost among strangers. Five years later, the world knew another name. Veeranshu Rajput. Not the warrior king, but the billionaire who bent empires to his will. Veeranshu had carved his throne from steel and glass, becoming one of the most powerful men on earth. - Mahira Sengupta had lived with visions all her life-palaces burning, skies collapsing, and a king with eyes like storms. She wrote them into novels the world adored, never confessing the truth: she had never seen his face. Only his eyes. Only his voice. "You brought me back, Mahira. Now nothing will keep me from you." She never knew her dreams had already stepped into this century. And somewhere, behind the mask of the most powerful man alive, the lost king was waiting.

Shourya Singhania - The 26-year-old heir of a multi-million dollar company, a protective gentleman who looks after his family. He's harsh, straightforward and not one to mess with. The last thing you want is to be on his bad side. But on the inside, he's a total softie. Never even thought of marriage until. . . . . "Anything she wants." "Please don't be upset with me." "I don't like filthy pests talking about what's mine." Meera Rao - A 23-year-old, middle-class girl who works as a teacher with kids with disability. She's shy, gentle and a total sweetheart. The last thing you would want is to see her upset. It would just break your heart. She was promised to her father's best friend's son when she was 18 but . . . . . "J-ji?" "I collected things I like, you probably think it's silly." "People are watching." Read "Kismat" to follow along the sweet journey of Meera and Shourya as they fall in love. Ranking achievements so far! #21 Indian (18.02.23) #1 shy (18.02.23) #8 India (20.02.23) #1 Desi (20.02.23) #3 innocent (22.02.23) #23 romance (23.02.2023) #1 cute (06.03.2023) #6 family (10.03.2023)

Sequel to Kismat - Can be read by itself, but you will get some backstory if you read Kismat first! Rohan Singhania - 30-year-old CEO of his father's company, a harsh, rude and mind-your-own-business kind of guy. He keeps to himself, especially after his divorce from his first wife, Priya. He's cut out all his college friends and even his own mother from his life. His sole focus is on his business and making his father proud and happy. But there is one thing that will make his father happy, but Rohan is not ready to do it. And that is getting married. After his ugly divorce from his ex-wife, he decided that all women were the same and most likely just after his money. But what will he do when he ends up doing exactly what he never wanted to? "I never wanted to get married. Especially not to you." "All you women are the same." "I'm yours. Only yours. My heart, soul and existence are yours." Chhaya Mehta - 24-year-old business student, kind, soft-spoken but sassy when she needs to be. She's extroverted and enjoys people's company. She's dreamt of falling in love with her Prince Charming who will take all her worries away. She's looking for an internship for the last year in college and she is so excited to finally start working her dream job in business. What will happen when instead of Prince Charming's love, the universe gives her the Beast's wrath? "You're not Hrithik Roshan that I'm dying to see your face." "Just because of one greedy woman, you put all of us in the same box." "I'm your wife and you're my husband! And no one can change that!" Read "Vishwaas" to see how fate brings these polar opposites together and binds them to one another in the sacred bond of marriage. Rankings so far: #16 in deep (20.03.2023) #1 in familyy (20.03.2023) #1 in deep (23.03.2023) #4 workromance (23.03.2023)

Fate or Destiny!!!! When two people collide with each other in some random circumstances and then they will become the important part of your life. Suman Mehrotra is set to marry her childhood friend and love but got married with someone else. Amay Shekhawat in his life marriage was not his priority still destiny played the card and he got married. What will happen when these two's life got involved in the fair play of fate or rather the twisted way of fate? Come and join me in the journey of Amay and Suman! This book is the sequel of "Offscreen Love" but can be read as standalone. This is the story of Amay Shekhawat and Suman Mehrotra. Parents of Anirvaan Shekhawat. Started: 05/09/2024 Completed: 08/03/2025

(The second book of SEA: The Empire Game - cannot be read as a standalone. It is a novella.) they say the fire of a man's own making is the one that burns the cleanest.I stood in that library, surrounded by the rotting wisdom of an empire I broke, and I welcomed the heat. I wanted the flames to act as a judge, jury, and executioner. Apparently, I wasn't even worth the price of a burial. I thought death was the ultimate punishment for my sins. It turns out, the real torture isn't dying-it's being forced to wake up the next morning. I owe my life to the one person who should have been twisting the knife. Just because - Someone Dearest to him -called me her "best friend" while the smoke filled our lungs. Now, five years later, I carry her mercy like a lead weight in my chest. Russia is cold, but it isn't cold enough to numb the memory of that night. A new face. A new name. A new life built on the wreckage of a shattered skull and grafted skin. In the underground circuits of Moscow, they don't see the man who lost an empire. They see The Dragon. They see the assassin who doesn't miss, the hacker who can bleed a bank dry in thirty seconds, and the racer who drives like he's already dead-BECAUSE, IN MY HEAD, I AM. Winning a race at two hundred miles per hour doesn't feel like victory. It feels like a taunt. I spent half a decade perfecting this misery. And then, SHE walked in. A girl who barely reaches my shoulder. Dark brown eyes that seem to see through the "Dragon" mask to the charred remains of the man underneath. Long black hair that smells of a home I no longer have. But it's the sound that haunts me. The soft, rhythmic chime of her ghungroo beads against the cold Russian pavement. It's a sound that doesn't belong in a world of gunpowder and grease. It's a sound of peace-a calm I've spent five years trying to outrun. My name is Dev. Or it was. I'm the man who survived the fire, only to realize I'm terrified of the light.

Jaypratap's world had always been built on control. From the moment he had left behind the scars of his past, he had worked tirelessly to create a life where nothing could surprise him, where nothing could break him. His success, wealth, and authority were his shields, and for years, they kept him from the world, from his emotions, and most importantly, from letting anyone in. Then came Sanjh. She entered his life like a soft breeze, unassuming, gentle, yet capable of breaking through the toughest walls he had built around himself. Sanjh was everything he had never known he needed-her laughter, her caring nature, her ability to see through him without the need for words. She was a balm to his restless soul. As their relationship blossomed, he found himself torn between the desire to protect her and the undeniable pull towards her warmth. Sanjh was the first person who made him feel vulnerable in the best way possible. She didn't just see the man with the scars, the businessman, or the CEO-she saw him. The real him. In moments like these, when he found himself succumbing to her touch, her warmth, he realized just how deep his feelings for her had grown. And even though he couldn't quite say the words yet, he knew that she had become everything to him. She was the first person to show him what it meant to be cared for, to be loved without strings attached. For the first time, he was learning to let go-not just of his walls, but of the fears that kept him from truly loving and being loved in return. This was their story-a journey of vulnerability, healing, and love. And for Jaypratap, it was the first time in his life that he truly felt alive.

''BOOK 2 OF SHADOWS OF MARRIAGE" After enduring two years of an abusive marriage, Tanvi Singhania finds the strength to break free from the toxic cycle. Her ex-husband's betrayal, having cheated on her multiple times, leaves her shattered and wary of love's promises. Despite a year of therapy, Tanvi struggles to trust again, her heart scarred by past trauma. However, fate intervenes when her family arranges her marriage to Arav Jai Raghuvanshi, a man who has secretly been love with Tanvi for the past five years. Initially hesitant and guarded, Tanvi enters this new union with skepticism, convinced that love is nothing but a fleeting illusion. But as Tanvi navigates her new life with Arav, she discovers that his love is genuine and unwavering. Slowly, Arav's patience, understanding, and unconditional affection begin to chip away at the walls surrounding Tanvi's heart. Through his steadfast devotion, Tanvi learns to heal, to trust, and to embrace the possibility of love once again. "You've had too much to drink, Tanvi. You'll regret this tomorrow," I shouted, hoping to reason with her, but she silenced me with a kiss. "Damn it," I groaned, pulling her closer by the neck. "Don't say I didn't warn you, Tanvi," I said firmly, pushing her gently onto the bed and hovering above her. "I have scars on my body, Arav," she confessed, a tear slipping from her eye. "Show me," I urged, my voice husky with emotion. Reluctantly, she frowned. "Show me the scars and let me make it up to you. How many times you needed me, and I wasn't there?"