And that day, again, a 15-year-old screamed, which was expectantly unheard; her screams were muffled, suppressed, but she screamed, she screamed, she screamed in search of a Krishna in this kalyug. But did he come? He did not. Because he was busy bawling his eyes in his guilt, guilt of creating a vicious creature; Men. Are these even considered men? My head jerked to the left as I stared at my mother, tied with chains, torn clothes, and blood trickling down her forehead. Her satisfactory smirk flattered me as soon as her eyes met mine. Is this what we call Maa? "Agar dar ki aakho me dekhoge, dar tumse darega." These were the last lines of my father. Jaate jaate bhi bhut kuch sikha gaye. Even if this is how I die, I don't deserve an unworthy death like this. I refuse to die because the day I close my eyes, I will be doing it willingly. My hand stumbled upon Aruval; either this would be the end of me or him. Taking it in my hand, I hit it on his neck with all the energy I could summon up. His head jerked up in half as it landed just beside my mom's feet. His blood splashed over me giving me a sense of relief, tears shone in my eyes. Har asur ke vinash ke liye ek Krishna janam leta hai par is baar kali janamegi. Vinash toh tay hai ya uska ya Mera. "Toh likho laal kalam se, Gita ka unisva adhyay, Kaleen Singh Chauhan ki maut mere hatho hi hogi." And this was the rise of satan in the world of Rajtantra. Yeh tha ek ant: ka prarambh. A war between Bhay and Karma.

Book #1 of Never Duet "You would never be more than just a replacement, you'd never be mine." She had no choice in marriage or in running away from it. From him. The man who was supposed to marry her sister would get her now. Whether she fought, ran and begged. He'd drag her back on gun point if it meant she became his replacement bride. Deal. Reputation. Business. Three words that changed her fate. Three words to best describe why everyone wanted this marriage-except her. And before she could hope for this marriage to turn real, he made sure she never dared to. Tropes: Replaced bride Marriage of convenience Forced marriage Age gap Artist x Businessman Forced proximity

"Dear Paro, From the Café called Closure" is a collection of unsent letters from Devdas to the love he could never unlove.

❝ 𝑯𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒂 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒍 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒅𝒓𝒆𝒘 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. ❞ ••• Kavish Sethi is a superstar, a man whose music moves millions but whose heart has grown quiet. Behind the flashing cameras and sold-out arenas, he hasn't laughed in months - until a fearless critique video makes him do just that. Tara Vashishth is a small-town teacher (part time music teacher), devoted to her students at a school for children with special needs. Full of life, laughter, and songs that spill out in secret, she believes in the power of music to heal - and maybe even the power to awaken hearts that have grown silent. His final album was about to launch - a last bow before stepping away from the world that never let him breathe. Among its tracks lay an unfinished song, one he had never found the heart to complete. She became the inspiration he never knew he needed, the reason a song long abandoned finally came alive. Because some stars are meant to be found. Some hearts are meant to be a ── .✦ सैयारा ••• "𝖸𝗈𝗎 𝗐𝗋𝗈𝗍𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗅 𝗍𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾?" - 𝙏𝙖𝙧𝙖 "𝖲𝗁𝗁... 𝗒𝗈𝗎'𝗋𝖾 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗋𝖾𝖺𝗌𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖺𝗍 𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝖲𝖺𝗂𝗒𝖺𝖺𝗋𝖺 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗂𝗏𝖾" - 𝙆𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙨𝙝 ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 स्याही और सपने (𝐒𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐚𝐩𝐧𝐞): 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐈𝐧𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦𝐬 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐅𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭! Namaste and स्वागतम् to स्याही और सपने, a book club unlike any other. Forget the bestsellers lists and the established names, here, we're all about nurturing the budding voices of India. We believe in the power of desi stories, told in our own voices, with the raw emotion and vibrant colors that only we can capture. Are you a writer breathing life into characters that mirror our society? A designer crafting covers that tell stories before the pages are even opened? Then you've found your tribe! स्याही और सपने is more than just a book club; it's a platform. We're a community dedicated to uplifting new and emerging talents writing and designing books exclusively in the Indian literary landscape. We delve deep into narratives rooted in our culture, exploring themes that resonate with us on a personal level, all while nurturing a supportive and encouraging environment. Here, we read, we discuss, we critique, and most importantly, we promote. We'll provide a stage for your work, connecting you with readers hungry for fresh perspectives and authentic storytelling. Whether you write in Hindi, or any other regional Indian language, if your heart beats with the rhythm of India, you're welcome here. Get ready to discover hidden gems, engage in lively debates (in Hindi and English, of course!), and connect with a community that understands your passion. So, grab a cup of chai, settle in, and let's embark on this exciting journey together. Your story deserves to be heard, and स्याही और सपने is here to help you share it with the world. Let the ink flow, and may your dreams take flight high in the blue sky!

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK Sara Rajawat has walked half her journey for vengeance alone. Things are getting tougher. More dangerous. More brutal. She might not be prepared to control the tsunami of consequences threatening to engulf her. So he steps in. With a wedding ring in his hand. Her ex-husband, the King of Jaigarh, a man feared by all, defied by none. And offers her his power, his throne, his sword, wanting nothing in return. Or so she is made to believe. Because once the Queen obliterates all the pieces on the board, the King is taking her for himself. *Content and Trigger warning: gore language, violence, graphic description of sex, mentions of suicide, past trauma.

COMPLETED ON SCROLLSTACK In the wake of her return to her home country, Sara Rajawat wanted only two things: to help her brother achieve his revenge, and get started on her own. In the span of twenty years, she had very meticulously planned out the five cold blooded murders of the five monsters who had stolen the light of the day from her sister's eyes. It's time, for once, she sleeps peacefully now. But then enters Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, her ex husband, with a set of his own questions, still wearing their wedding ring. In the six months they were married, he had never glanced at her, let alone speak to her. Except for when they fought, with weightless things and hateful words hurled at each other so loud even the palace walls had shuddered. Their marriage was a disaster, and the only sane decision was to walk out of it. So what makes him think she owes him any explanation? But if she knows one thing about her ex-husband apart from being an uptight and the most unempathetic person to ever walk on the face of the earth, then that he's stubbornly in hate with her. She knows nothing about where his hatred stems from, neither does she care. She never did. He is an insignificant fragment of her past, and she wants him to stay as such. But maybe that's exactly what's keeping him hooked to her. Because Yuvraaj Singh Chauhan, for anyone, is unforgettable.