"I love you, Aanya," Ishaan whispered near her ear. Her eyes widened. Her breath hitched. Her heart... skipped. Ishaan smirked, pulling her closer, soaking in her priceless reaction. "I... I..." she stammered, heart racing. But he finished it for her, that same teasing smirk still playing on his lips, "And I know you love me too, sweetheart." •••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••• Hey folks, I'm ISHAAN VEER. Just an ordinary guy who loves three things - my sister's chaotic family, my bestie Rudy, and music. While I was busy trying to forget my one-sided ex-love, she stumbled into my life. Not on me... on my car. Like some weird twist of destiny - AANYA. A girl who claims she remembers nothing except her name and age. But the real question is - is she telling the truth, or just pretending? Welcome to a journey full of laughter, confusion, music, and maybe... love.

Tossed out of the fire into a rabbit hole of distorted memories and a strange man who took her hand in marriage, a young woman tries to escape the loop of death as well as her upcoming one.

This story is about childhood friends who meet and separate again and again.When their family turned enemies. Can their friendship still survive in this situation ? 😟🥺

What if you could go back in time just five minutes at a time? Would you fix the breakup? Stop the betrayal? Rewrite the past that still keeps you up at night? Alicia is tired. Tired of carrying the weight of everyone else. Her father disappeared. Her mother drinks. Her sister depends on her. And the man she was going to marry just left her shattered and alone. Standing at the edge of a lake, ready to end everything... the moon shifts. A strange café appears. Inside, a silent waiter offers her purple tea and a chance: Five minutes. Any memory. Rewrite the past. But every visit comes with a cost. And the more she goes back, the more her present disappears. How many moments would you trade to heal? And what happens when there's nothing left of you to come back to?

A cryptic letter arrives with no return address, no stamp-only his own handwriting and a warning: "Do not meet her again." But he already has. And he can't forget her. As his reality begins to crumble, love and guilt entwine like smoke. Is she the cure to his emptiness-or the reason for his unraveling? In a world where nothing is certain, and even the self is suspect, how do you trust a heart that may not be your own?

"What does it mean to give in?" Is it surrendering your kingdom? Your convictions? Your heart? As war consumes everything they hold dear, kings, queens, soldiers, and ordinary people alike are forced to decide how much they are willing to lose... and what they refuse to surrender. Because some battles are fought with swords. The hardest ones are fought within ourselves