"Humpe vishvaas karti hai aap?" He asked, his voice deep, touched with something possessive, something intimate. (Do you trust me?) His fingers found the lace at her back, toying with it slowly. His eyes never left hers-watchful, patient. It wasn't just about trust. It was a question laced with heat, with meaning. There was a pause. Not of doubt, but of weight. Then her lips curved in a quiet smile, soft as a petal opening to dawn. "Khudse bhi adhik." (More than myself.) That was all he needed. He lifted her without a word-her giggle light, her bangles chiming. Her ghagra fluttered as he carried her inside. The bed waited, simple and quiet. He laid her down like a prayer, eyes never leaving hers. Their lips met-slow, aching. Her fingers undressed him. Clothes fell. Skin met skin. Under the sheet, he moved with her-gentle, deep, worshipful. She gasped, clung to him, whispered his name. One rhythm. One afternoon. One unspoken truth.

Their first meet? An accident. Their first date? An unplanned night out. Their first hug? A mere apology. Their first kiss? A silent confession. And finally... their love? Soft, soulful, yet intense enough to leave a forever mark on your heart. TANIRIKA, a 24-year-old carefree woman, never imagined that a single crossing of paths could change everything-until she met ATUL RAYANTH, a 28-year-old man who felt almost unreal, becoming her unexpected miracle. He was a gentle reality amid her endless delusions, her calm in every storm, her home in the midst of chaos. What begins quietly soon turns into something deep, raw, and painfully beautiful, because love is not always a fairytale. When life tries to break him, she tries even harder-to mend him, to hold him, to love him. But... what if fate decides that her love itself becomes the reason that separates him from her world-permanently? Will she still be able to hold on to him...even then? Read YOURS BY DESTINY to discover their true fate, because somewhere along their journey, you might just find the meaning of true love!!💙🖤 ✨ TROPES • Soft Romance • Architect × Engineer • Strangers to Soulmates • Chennai × Mumbai • He Fell First She Fell Harder • Destiny's Choice • Happily Ever After

Chhaya-Varchas Radiance of Shadows Thousands of years ago, during the fierce war between the Devas and the Asuras, a divine weapon known as Chhaya-Varchas was lost to Earth - and with time, forgotten by all. Until now. In the age of Kaliyug, whispers of its existence reach the ears of a powerful Asura. Bound by cosmic law, he cannot descend to Earth himself - but his dark will is carried out by the Pishachas, shadowy spirits of the night. The weapon can only be awakened through a ritual soaked in human blood - a sacrificial offering that will shatter the last barrier between darkness and domination. But what the Asura doesn't know is that Chhaya-Varchas chooses its own warrior. And it never chooses lightly.

Manhattan, early 2000s. "Fab" magazine: a glossy kingdom of stilettos, questionable trends, and Eleanor Thompson, a (mostly) benevolent Editor-in-Chief. Navigating this world is Ashley Parker, a whip-smart Managing Editor whose glasses are as essential as her morning triple espresso. Life's a whirlwind of fashion emergencies and deciphering Eleanor's bizarre requests... until he shows up. Jake Thompson. Eleanor's son. Ashley's arch-nemesis from college. Picture a golden retriever in human form, armed with a trust fund and a talent for chaos. Their history? Epic pranks, disastrous study dates, and a rivalry that could curdle milk. Now, Jake's back, lurking around "Fab" like a fashion-forward gargoyle. The tension between him and Ashley? Palpable. They bicker, they scheme, but beneath the surface, something's brewing. It's a volatile mix of annoyance and...maybe something else? Expect exploding sample sales, celebrity interviews gone sideways, and a chihuahua named Princess Consuela Banana Hammock (it's an Eleanor Thompson thing). As Ashley and Jake stumble through the absurdities of the magazine world, they start to see each other in a new (slightly less homicidal) light. But can they ditch the rivalry and embrace the awkward, undeniable spark? Or will their past and their pride keep them locked in a battle of wits and simmering hormones? "Ink-Compatible" is a rom-com about second chances, and the delightfully weird world of 2000s Manhattan.

One was made to survive-with fists, with fire, with no one but herself. The other lived with his heart wide open, never knowing the kind of storm love could bring. She was born of fire. He was made of light. She doesn't know fear. She doesn't know safety. She only knows how to fight, how to run, how to keep breathing when the world wants her gone. And then- She meets him. Soft where she is steel. Steady where she is chaos. And somehow, without asking, he becomes the only thing that feels real. She was never meant to love. But love doesn't wait for permission. It strikes like lightning. Burns like truth. And the fire inside her-the one no one ever tamed- It remembers him. This is not a gentle story. It's a story of scars and sparks. Of two souls crashing through fate to find each other. Of a girl who carries fire in her bones, and the boy who sees past the flames to the heart she never knew she had. Because sometimes, the greatest strength isn't in how fiercely you fight- but in who you choose to hold on to when everything's burning. [All characters, institutions, and events in this story are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real persons, organizations, or incidents is purely coincidental.]

"You seem to be really intelligent," she said, running her fingers over the spine of my book. "More than you, I guess," I replied, trying to sound nonchalant. "Then you must know the meaning of every word," she said. "Not every word, but most of them," I replied. "Do you know what manhoos (cursed) means?" she asked. "Cursed," I repeated. "Where have you heard it?" I asked, curious-or maybe more concerned. "My Dadi Ammi says I'm manhoos," she continued. Her eyes lost the sparkle they had a moment ago. I was left speechless for a moment, wondering why a grandmother would say such a harsh word. "It seems like you don't know either," she said, her voice laced with disappointment. I stared at her face, and before I knew it, I blurted out, "Beautiful." "Cursed means beautiful," I added hastily. 🌟🌟 Alizey Haider: A girl labeled as cursed, unfortunate, and unlucky by the world- believes she isn't worthy of love. Shehryar Sultan: A boy who considers her as his entire world and loves her like breathing. A LOVE STORY THAT YOU CANT RESIST ✨️ Bitter Brownies by @author_lizz09

She is wild, bold and untamed. She goes by rules. You defy the rules and she would have the better of you. You can call her anything but dare not call her the 'RAKSHASI'. She is 'Kalika'. Her name is supposed to mean a 'beautiful flower' but she is nicknamed 'Kaali' owing to her ferocious demeanor. You show her a finger she would shoot a fist at you.... You prod her gently and she would rattle you till the last bone... She leads a disciplined life. She cannot tolerate even a speck of dust around her. A paradox of purity and fury.... she is both goddess and demon - and your fate depends on which side you awaken. Walk straight, and she might let you live... Stray once, and she will break you.... Beneath the mask of impeccable strength lies a girl scarred by trauma, haunted by insecurities, and carrying a quiet vulnerability she dares not reveal. Kaali needs her Bhairava - a force strong enough to balance the wild feminine storm within her. She needs her Yang to ground the chaos of her Yin. But does such a man exist - one daring enough to bell the goddess in disguise?