It is a story about a true story but I added a more descriptive emotion don't worry the characters are real people but the two characters who are dead are alive

"Some stories are written long before we even realize... Some hearts recognize each other before names, before words, before time itself. A chance meeting. A connection that feels like destiny. Laughter, banter, quiet moments, and the invisible threads that bind souls together. In a world full of chaos and choices, will love find its way... or slip silently between them? A tale of friendship, fate, and a love that is gentle, true, and inevitable."

# BOOK 1 of the series - KALANK CHRONICLES ABHIMAAN SINGH RATHORE Abhimaan stood on the balcony, the city lights reflecting off his crisp, dark blazer. His hands were tucked into his pockets, jaw tight, eyes scanning the chaos below. For him, love had always been a trap, something that made him weak, dependent, and vulnerable. He wasn't about to fall into it again. Not now. Not ever. MISHIKA MARWAH Meanwhile, inside the house, Mishika hummed softly, her bright scarf loosely draped over her shoulders as she stirred a cup of cocoa for her little niece. She believed in love, not in grand gestures or fairy-tale endings, but in quiet, heartfelt moments like this. Family first. Always. Their worlds are different, and yet, neither knew how close fate was about to bring them.

She looked at her hands, then at mine. "Ek din... jab main badi ho jaungi... tab aap haath pakdenge na?" My heart stopped. Then started again, harder. I answered honestly. "Tab tu khud mera haath pakdegi, Gauri. Main sirf wahan khada rahunga. Jab tak tu na aaye." She went quiet. ----

╭── ⋅დ⋅ ── ✩ . ✩ ── ⋅დ⋅ ──╮ "𝙃𝙚 𝙙𝙞𝙙𝙣'𝙩 𝙖𝙨𝙠. 𝙃𝙚 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙙." •𝒁𝒂𝒚𝒏 𝒙 𝑨𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒗𝒊• "What the hell do you think you're wearing?" I said, my voice low, dangerous. Her lips parted. "A dress." Two words. A challenge. "Can't you see every boy here is looking at you?" "And you're one of them." My breath hitched. The last thread of control snapped. I grabbed her jaw, tilting her face up. Her eyes widened-then I crushed my mouth to hers. My Fu*king First Kiss. Not only mine. Our First Ever Kiss! She tasted like fire and hesitation. Sweet, unyielding, infuriatingly perfect. I pulled back, forehead brushing hers. "You are mine. I have the right to look at you the way I want." ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬: · 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐱 𝐕𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐢 · 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 · 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐌𝐋 · 𝐇𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭, 𝐇𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐞𝐫 · 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐀𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐒𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 · 𝐁𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐱 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐁𝐨𝐲 · 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 · 𝐂𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 · 𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐬 · 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐌𝐌L

He's cold. She's sunshine. He's her boss. She's his biggest mistake, or maybe his salvation. When a powerful business deal turns into an unexpected marriage, Aria Belanova finds herself trapped with the one man who swore he'd never love. Adriano Laurenti has everything. Money, control, and a heart made of ice. But the more time they spend together, the harder it gets to resist the fire between them. Enemies by nature. Lovers by accident. And maybe... soulmates by destiny.

𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒕𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒐𝒃𝒔𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒓, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈... 𝑰𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒚 𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝑨𝒔𝒉𝒘𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑼𝒏𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂 𝒄𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔-𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒕𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑮𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝒔𝒆𝒄𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒔, 𝒕𝒘𝒐 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒔 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒂𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒕𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆𝒔... ᴍ/ʟ: "ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴀʀᴋɴᴇꜱꜱ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏɴꜱᴜᴍᴇꜱ ᴍᴇ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ'ᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ꜰʟᴀᴍᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴜʀɴ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴀꜱʜᴇꜱ." ꜰ/ʟ: "ᴡᴇ'ʟʟ ꜱᴇᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ʙᴜʀɴꜱ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ." 𝑨𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏, 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒊𝒅𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒆𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒍 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒐𝒔, 𝒐𝒓 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒊𝒕 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒇𝒍𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒅𝒐𝒘𝒔? 𝑫𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌 𝒈𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒄 𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒆 𝒓𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆,

Roop Menon never expected her new job at Malhotra Multicare Hospital to come with a side dish of chaos-and definitely not in the form of two impossibly magnetic twin brothers. One is all soft smiles and quiet stares. The other? Leather jackets, bruised knuckles, and a glare that could set off fire alarms. Vihaan Malhotra is the charming younger twin-glasses perched on his nose, always ready with a gentle joke or cup of coffee when her day turns hellish. Aaryan Malhotra is the older one-the infuriating CEO who never wears a suit, never says more than necessary, and somehow knows exactly how to push all her buttons. And Roop? She's smack in the middle. Fighting them. Fighting herself. Fighting the war between rage and... something dangerously close to desire. But the more she learns about the brothers, the more tangled things get. Secrets start surfacing. Loyalties get tested. And the walls Roop built around her heart? They're starting to crack. ~~ "He brings me calm," she whispered. "And you? You bring me storms I don't know how to survive." Top #2 in wattpadlovestory (30-11-2025)

© all rights reserved. 1890's India, British era . --- Sold into a life she never chose, Meeradhvi the child prostitution ( 18) becomes the wife of Prithviditya Rajvanshi - a man of power, pride, and cold authority. At 28, he carries the weight of duty and a childhood love he can never forget, leaving her to navigate a world of silence, gossip, and subtle cruelty. Yet amidst the whispers, the village taunts, and the shadows of the past, their fates intertwine in ways neither expected. In the quiet moments between duty and desire, will responsibility give way to something deeper, or will the chains of fate hold them forever apart? "She was sold , he was forced , responsibility was formed and yet destiny refused to let go ".

When Arianna sees her mother bitten by a massive extraterrestrial spider, she thinks it's just another nightmare. But nightmares don't bleed, and they don't scream. Arianna is forced to watch in terror as the woman who raised her mutates into something unrecognizable-a centipede-like monster with an endless hunger. As the creature hunts in the shadows of their quiet town, Arianna must decide: protect the memory of her mother, or destroy the horror she's become. This isn't just a fight for survival. It's a descent into the mind's darkest corners, where family and monstrosity blur into one.