He placed a file of marriage papers on the counter, sliding a pen across to her. His dark, sharp eyes locked on her every move. "Tarsou ge tum , tumhe uska deedar bhi naseeb na hoga.... Khwaaisch he meri ke tumhara pyaar kabhi poura na hoga"........ {"You will long for him, yet you will never get to see him... My wish is that your love is never fulfilled."} Aayesha said with a deep hatred filled in her eyes. "Mohabbat , dua aur baddua sirf kitabi bate he..... Haqeeqat mai iska koi wajoud nahi...... Zaya hojayegi tumhari Mohabbat ki talash........ Jab badlegi meri caahat, junnon me sirf tumhe pane ki"....... {"Love, prayers, and curses exist only in books... In reality, they have no meaning... Your search for love will go in vain... For when my desire changes, my obsession will be only to have you."} "Sign it. Now. The sooner you do, the sooner this becomes official." "This is not a pure love story. It's a cursed tale, where a haunted past shattered them, destiny entwined their paths, and fate gave them a chance-however fleeting."

𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞? ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ They say the Sheesh Mahal in Amer is cursed. That every queen who enters its royal palace is doomed to vanish before she completes her first year of marriage. No bodies are ever found. Only silence remains. When Princess Mrinalini Rathore is forced into a political alliance with Veerendra Singh Devra the exiled prince of Amer who once vowed to destroy her kingdom she steps into a court that already expects her death. Veerendra does not promise her safety. He does not promise love either. He promises her death by the curse without getting blood on his hands. A perfect way to take revenge. But something about Mrinalini refuses to follow the pattern and something about Veerendra refuses to let her die like the others. As the palace begins to close in filled with old bloodlines, buried betrayals, and a curse that feels far too precise to be myth... Mrinalini is forced to confront a terrifying question: If every queen before her died... then what makes her think she will survive? Or worse.... what if surviving was never the plan at all? ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Tropes: • Historical Romance • Revenge Marriage • Enemies to Lovers • Forced Proximity • Cursed Queen • Haunted Palace • Mystery + Suspense • He fell first and harder • Defiant female lead • Vengeance • Slow Burn ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ © 2025 authorwisteria, All rights reserved.

What do you do when the one person you're not supposed to want starts feeling like the only person who sees you? In an empty hallway, my story quietly began... There were rules I was bound to obey not because I chose them, but because my mother and I couldn't afford what breaking them would cost. But I fell for him anyway. And suddenly, even standing near him felt like crossing a line i didn't know I was breaking. Because whatever this is between us... it isn't supposed to exist. And someone else already decided he was never meant to be anyone's but hers. So i stopped asking if I should love him and started wondering what it would cost me to keep going.

{BOOK 1} of the Anchored Series A year ago, Kayla Gilbert lost her first love, Levi Mikaelson - thanks to Damon Salvatore's very on-brand habit of ruining lives. She finally started to heal... until the Other Side collapsed. Acting as a temporary Anchor, Kayla helped her dead friends return to life. She was supposed to let go after that. Easy in, easy out. Except she couldn't. And when the Other Side finally crumbled, it dragged her down with it - only to spit her out somewhere completely unexpected. Now she's stuck in a dangerous new reality with none other than Kai Parker: a scrambled-pancakes-loving sociopath who thrives on chaos and snark. But as secrets are uncovered and old scars are ripped open, Kayla learns that not everything (or everyone) stays good for long. And surviving this might mean choosing between what's right... and who she can't let go of. --- Most impressive rankings #3 in chriswood {2025 September 14, Sunday} #1 in Chris wood {2025 September 15, Monday}

Lavender Sullivan is a relationship columnist with one tiny problem-she's romantically cursed (metaphorically). After a viral article turns her love life into a public disaster, her childhood best friend, Wes, comes up with a brilliant (read: completely insane) idea. Ten dates. Ten exes. One last shot at proving she's not a walking red flag. What could possibly go wrong? (Spoiler: Everything). Between awkward reunions, social media chaos, and a growing tension with the one person she swore she'd never fall for, Lavender's about to learn that love is less like a fairytale... and more like a very public, slow-motion car crash. Started: 14th February 2025 Ended:

She remembered a love she never lived... until the diary found her. Centuries ago, Mehru, a girl of quiet grace, wrote to a name she had never spoken - a love that hadn't yet arrived: Faizan. Her words, hidden in a forgotten diary, were meant for someone far beyond her time. Now, in the present, a young woman begins dreaming of a man she's never met... and writing in a voice that isn't hers. What if love never truly dies? What if the soul remembers? This is the story of two hearts, bound across lifetimes, trying to return to each other.

The bar throbbed with neon and bass, but Saanvi Desai was the real storm. Furious with Kabir Chauhan, the Assistant Commissioner of Police who ruled her heart and her temper, she downed tequila like it was ammunition, swaying against strangers, her laughter sharp enough to cut. Every glance, every touch was aimed at one man-watching her from the shadows like a predator. Kabir's gaze never left her, his jaw tight and his control fraying. When a stranger's hand slid too low on her waist, he moved-cutting through the crowd, shoving the guy back with a growl, "Get your hands off her." "You don't own me, Kabir!" she snapped, heels wobbling as she fought his grip. The man puffed his chest. "Who the hell are you?" Kabir didn't look at him. He simply set his service pistol on the table. Clunk. The music stopped, the bar froze, and the stranger's bravado bled away. Saanvi's breath hitched under Kabir's dark, unblinking stare-a silent warning that the most dangerous thing in the room wasn't the gun. It was him. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) Kabir Chauhan - Assistant Commissioner of Police Disciplined. Reserved. Calculated. A man who thrives on order, strategy, and the weight of responsibility. His life is a checklist of rules-and he never breaks them. Saanvi Desai - Surgeon Passionate. Fearless. Impulsive. A woman who trusts her instincts over logic, runs toward chaos instead of away, and believes some risks are worth taking. DISCLAIMER This book is strictly intended for readers aged 18 and above. It contains mature themes such as intimacy, violence, murder, and depictions of bloodshed. As the author, I feel it is important to state this clearly and firmly: while my story includes romance and intimacy, I do not and will never promote non-consensual sexual content. Every intimate scene in this book is based on mutual respect, trust, and consent. Love, in my eyes, should never come at the cost of someone's choice or dignity. Cover designed by: @balladofawordsmith ❤️