'𝙄𝙨𝙝𝙦 𝙟𝙪𝙣𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙟𝙖𝙗 𝙝𝙖𝙙 𝙨𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚, 𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙩𝙚 𝙖𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙦 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙞 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙙𝙝 𝙟𝙖𝙮𝙚' After crossing the first phase of love, they now stand at the edge of a new journey-one that will test their hearts and devotion in ways they never imagined. "Like the moon awaits the sun after a long night, her heart held onto his light through every shadow and silence."

𝙏𝙪𝙣𝙚 𝙠𝙮𝙖 𝙠𝙖𝙧 𝙙𝙖𝙡𝙖 , 𝙈𝙖𝙧 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙢𝙞𝙩 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙃𝙤 𝙜𝙖𝙮𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙞...... ♡ 𝙏𝙀𝙍𝙄 𝘿𝙀𝙀𝙒𝘼𝙉𝙄 ♡ Shashwat Rajvansh - An introvert, calm and ambitious guy studies in class 12th. For him "Rules are meant to be followed". He is a bookworm and topper of his class . He is prince charming of almost all girls of school but never give a glance to them . His dream is to join Indian army and for that he is studying very hard . He has no time for Love. Siya Malhotra - An exovert and chirpy girl studies in class 11th . She is always ready to break the rules and have zero interest in study . She has promised herself to not to fall in love but a sudden encounter with her senior "Shashwat Rajvansh" Changed her perspective about love when she slowly started falling for him who doesn't seem to be interested in her. The more she is getting to know him the more she is falling for him. ************************************************** "For me, Love is devotion." She said, her eyes were drawn to the resplendent Krishna idol. "Then I am devoted to you, Siya, the way you are devoted to your Krishna." He replied looking at her with an intensity akin to how a priest gazes at an idol. *************************************************** Jump inside the story to know more ❤️✨. ______________________________________________ There is no cheating, no toxicity and no love angle. It is just a simple school love story which includes Love, friendship and lots of fun that would probably take you back to your school days. ______________________________________________________

He shut every door of hope for her... only to become the last door she could knock on. Kanak Agarwal, an Indian Army Captain, is accused of betraying her country, an accusation that costs the nation its finest officer, Captain Shashwat Rajvansh. Hated and misunderstood since childhood, judged by everyone she ever met, Kanak still chose to rise, and to prove herself. Now, trapped under the weight of humiliation and false accusations, she struggles to keep herself from drowning. Just when she tries to surface, there is a hand that pushes her back into the depths... Vihaan Mittal, a reputed lawyer chosen to fight the case against her. Having recently faced the brutal truth about his own father, Vihaan's faith in human nature has shattered completely. Regretting the mistake of trusting his father once again, he vows never to trust a snake twice. To him, people do not change, they only learn how to hide better. Vihaan feels foolish for ever believing in redemption. And when he watches his brother drown in guilt after losing his best friend, Vihaan decides to deliver justice.

❝ 𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬. 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐢𝐥𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫. ❞ ✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ✦✦ ✦ ══════════ ❖ ══════════ 𝑨 𝑽 𝑨 𝑵 𝒀 𝑨 𓂃 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒕𝒉 𓂃 ══════════ ❖ ══════════ She grew up knowing care. Gentle hands. Quiet protection. A presence that felt like home when the world felt too sharp. She was loved. But love does not erase everything. And being protected does not mean being untouched by pain. Some silences stay too long. Some truths arrive too early. Some burdens are never meant for a child. So she learned to endure. To smile softly. To speak less. To carry hurt without letting it show. Warmth became her instinct. Quiet strength, her shield. Then she stepped into a house ruled by power. A family built on authority and discipline, where emotions were controlled and warmth was never taught. At its center stood a man shaped by shadows- respected in light, feared in darkness. His past was buried deep, But it was never gone. Around him stood sons who had been raised to command. Composed. Unyielding. Dangerous in their silence. She did not arrive to change them. She did not come to heal anyone. She arrived carrying love and loss, warmth learned from care, Strength born from survival. And sometimes- That kind of warmth is the most dangerous thing of all. ✨ Can someone who has known both comfort and cruelty survive a world built on control? ✨ Will softness last where emotions are considered weakness? Dive

"She tried to reach out the fallen star, the one still yearning for a ground called love." Born in a conservative family of UP, famous not for respect but for dangerous things, where women were nothing more than showpieces to be controlled and ordered. Shreevi Mishra never fit in. The more restrictions they put on her, the more she burned to break them. In a house where even listening to songs was a sin, she dared to dream of two impossible things, One, to become an actress. Two, to marry him. But him who? Yuvaan Shergill. Superstar. The calmest, sweetest, humblest man, at least, that's what the world believes. Or maybe that's just what he wants them to see. Afterall is is an actor. Because behind the fame and lights is a man scarred by bitter experiences, a man who has learned to see the world through one lens, money. With a typical mindset, he believes girls only want one thing from him, his wealth. And so, he has vowed to keep them far away. But when God said action, even he was unknown to his part of script. For the most money-minded girl he would ever meet was also the one who refused to leave his side. Shreevi Mishra, his craziest stalker, the girl with brown-crimson eyes who followed him everywhere. All Yuvaan wanted was to get rid of her. All she wanted was to make him fall for her...by hook or by crook.

THE PSYCHOLOGY OF HATE Ishvika Roy has two problems. The first is that she has a habit of turning every peaceful situation into complete chaos. The second? Samay Rawat. He is quiet, strict, annoyingly handsome, and absolutely impossible to read. Unfortunately for Ishvika, he isn't just the man she keeps accidentally bumping into, arguing with, and embarrassing herself in front of. He's her professor. And as if that wasn't bad enough, fate has decided to make things even worse- They become accidental flatmates. Now, the man who barely tolerates her existence has to see her every single day, outside the classroom, without the safety of professional boundaries to hide behind. She talks too much. He hates unnecessary conversations. She thrives on chaos. He worships silence. She loves getting on his nerves. He has the patience of a saint-until she pushes the wrong button. They call it hate. But when living under the same roof starts blurring the lines between irritation and attraction, one question remains- How long can they keep pretending it's nothing but hate? Because sometimes, the strongest emotions don't begin with love. Sometimes, they begin with the person you can't stand.

1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series "You should stop staring at me like I'm some monster," Dhruv said coldly. Taara replied looking into his eyes "Then stop behaving like one, Rawal sa (prince) " For the first time in years... he laughed. But Dhruv didn't fall for her because she was soft. He fell because she walked straight into his darkness without trembling. "I ruin everything I touch," he warned her while caressing her cheeks Taara looked him straight in the eyes. "Then maybe I was born to survive ruin. " What Taara didn't know was - Dhruv had already decided something terrifying. He believed she was the only one who could break his curse. And he was willing to destroy the entire kingdom to keep her beside him. They called him the shadow of the kingdom. A person who doesn't have any identity of his own. Who lives under shadow of someone else. Prince Dhruv - the second prince of mahawargarh. A widower. Most intelligent and interested only in politics . A feared warrior. And the father of a five-year-old daughter who barely smiled anymore. People whispered that something inside him had died the night his wife did. But no one knew his real secret. No one knew the prince locked himself behind closed doors every night, drowning in dangerous addictions to silence the demons in his head. No one knew his hands trembled from withdrawal before battles. No one knew he believed he was cursed. And then came Taara. A maid who was too fearless for her own good. Too confident to lower her eyes. Too brave to fear a broken prince. She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. " I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " he smirked. Highy mature content

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. 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?

𝐀 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬. ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Rajkumari Amritika Devadatt does not arrive at Pratihara to be chosen. Instead, she arrives to choose, to see, to understand exactly what kind of rot lives beneath a kingdom's golden surface and she finds it faster than even she expected. Pratihara is a kingdom where women enter through back doors, lower their eyes, and learn that silence is survival. Where power belongs to men who have never been questioned and cruelty wears the face of tradition. Yuvraj Adhiraj Pratihar has spent twenty three years carrying his mother's last words like a wound that never closed. Neither he wasn't waiting for a saviour nor he wasn't expecting her either. One corrupt kingdom and Two people who want it burned to the ground. The question isn't whether they'll succeed. The question is whether they'll survive each other first? ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Warnings ⚠️: • Sexual assault • Abuse of power • Patriarchal violence and trauma Read with care ♡ ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Tropes: • Royal saga • Historical Romance • Patriarchal kingdom • Morally Grey FMC • Revenge act • Women empowerment • Systemic corruption • Power & Politics • Internalised Patriarchy • Female Rage • Slow burn ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ © 2026 authorwisteria All rights reserved.

𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄 𝐒𝐊𝐘 ~ 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐍𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐥 𖥔 ࣪ ᥫ᭡ꗃ⋆࣪. Book 1 of Broken and Bound Duet. "You love yourself, don't you?" Neil asked smugly and Jaanvika nodded to which he replied, "That's why I hate you." "I hate everything that you love." He repeated with a grin. "I love your ocean blue eyes." Jaanvika said after a beat, her smile turning sweet and sharp at once, "Can you please pluck them out?" She watched for the irritation to surface on his face. Instead, he slung his bag back onto his shoulder in one fluid motion, pulled her towards him by her arm, and muttered into the small distance between them, "Doesn't matter. They're already yours." He paused for a second as something crossed his face, "They keep searching for-" He bit the words off mid-sentence, while she hiccuped at the sudden weight of them, naturally. His fingers came up to her nose, and he held her gaze with a steadiness as if he's laying a trap, "They actually search for you, you know. But do you know why?" Jaanvika looked into his eyes the way one looks into deep water. She was compelled but uncertain of the depth,"Wh - why?" "Just to annoy you." He bumped his forehead lightly against hers. ≫∘❀♡❀∘≪ A story of first love, heartbreak and emotional strength. Take a breath as you're in for a long journey. Let 𝐉 and 𝐍 show you what it means to fall, break, and still hope. 𝑾𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓 𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒚 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒔, ~𝐴𝑟𝑐𝑡𝑢𝑟𝑢𝑠