On the night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput sat draped in red and gold, her pulse trembling beneath the weight of silk and jewels. The air was too still, too heavy, as though the palace itself held its breath. A sound shattered the hush-footsteps, steady and deliberate. She turned. Her groom stood before her, his face veiled in a mask , a sword glinting in his hand. Before her lips could form a word, the blade found her heart. Her bangles struck the marble floor in a scatter of sound, her breath faltered, and the palace drowned in silence. When her eyes opened again, time had lost its meaning. Centuries unraveled like threads: Empires rose and crumbled, storms clawed at the stone halls, and still she wandered-unseen, unheard, bound to the place of her death. Until one night, headlights cut through the darkness of the courtyard. From the car stepped a man-his presence carved against the winter air. His gaze swept the ruins... and stopped on HER. For the first time in lifetimes, Princess Meera was seen.

The night everything changed, it was raining. At eighteen, she arrived home clutching a miracle-her debut manuscript, But the celebration died in her throat. In the backyard, under a weeping sky, her father was digging. The hole was long, narrow, and deep. A grave. For her. Nandini ran. She scrambled over the fence, her leg catching on jagged metal. Blood-bright, hot-sprayed across the mud, soaking the pages of the manuscript she dropped in her terror. She vanished into the darkness, leaving her heart's work to be buried in the very earth intended for her body. But the grave didn't stay empty. The mixture of her blood and the ink of her "Villain" acted as a dark alchemy. As the rain flooded the pit, the shadows began to scream. A hand, cold and powerful, clawed out of the muck. Sylus. The monster she had penned to suffer. He crawled into reality with one singular, necrotic purpose- ' To find the author who wrote his tragedy and make her bleed for every word.' FIVE YEARS LATER- The world knows her as 'Luna' , the reclusive literary titan. Tonight, the masks come off. She believes the girl who ran through the rain is dead. She believes her secrets are buried. She is wrong. Yashvardhan Singhania. In five years, He has conquered the world, rising from a grave to become a MAFIA kingpin more feared than any fiction. He came here to finish her. He came to watch the light leave her eyes. But as he looks down at her-his "Little Swan"-the hatred that kept him alive for half a decade mutters a silent prayer. The killer doesn't strike. Instead, He falls. His obsession shifts from murder to a terrifying, divine devotion. She is his architect - she is his religion. He will wrap his dark energy around her until she can breathe only his air. But as Yashvardhan watches her from the dark, he feels a shiver of familiar ice. He knows the truth of that rainy night. He wasn't the only nightmare that crawled out of the ink.

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

Aarohi Tiwari never expected her long-time secret crush to become her husband. She was supposed to quietly admire Hriday Chaturvedi from a distance-handsome hotel heir, her father's old friend's son, the boy who once comforted her in the garden when her bunny was hurt and the man she spent years pretending not to look at. But fate has a dramatic sense of humour. On the night of his wedding, Hriday's bride runs away and Aarohi's father suggests the unthinkable. One impulsive decision, one stunned mandap, and one accidental baraat later, Aarohi becomes the replaced bride. Now married to the man she's loved since eighteen, Aarohi must navigate new rooms, shared beds, surprise tenderness and a husband who seems far too calm about everything except when songs turn romantic or she smiles too brightly. A replaced bride. A secret crush. A fated slow burn. Welcome to a romance where destiny shows up with dhols, drama and dulhaniya-level chaos.

Siya, a 22 year old girl, suddenly wakes up as a villain IN a DESI NOVEL.................. Stuck between wanting to go back to her world and the sudden love she finds in the book.... What will she choose? What will you choose if you were her? .... .... .... .... " I dont belong to your world....neither do you belong to mine." " I can leave my world at your feet, love...stop denying your heart." " Who is your favorite? Me or Krish?..." "You both are my family Jaan, who asks such questions?" " Maan...!! I am so...rry...!! I am breaking my promise .." " Siyaaaa.....I won't let you to... You don't have the permission........ Please, I beg you, Siya.... I need you, Siya.... please " Check Siya's journey IN a DESI NOVEL ~ as a villain.

𝙆𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙪𝙟𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙤𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙮 𝙧𝙖𝙗𝙗𝙖 𝙏𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙞 𝙤𝙧 🌷 This is a school love story about two very different people. Rudra is the principal's son. He is an average student and lives under constant expectations. Rules are always around him, not because he wants them, but because everyone expects him to follow them. He isn't quiet or perfect-just someone trying to survive pressure. Isha is a topper. Studies come easily to her, but she is far from calm or silent. She is chaotic, talkative, and full of energy. She follows her own way, even when she is good at everything. They are from the same school but live very different lives. No cheating, toxicity sirf pyaar I hope you'll love this story. This is the story of how they slowly become part of each other's world.

❝𝐎𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞... 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞, 𝐦𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐦𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐡é𝐫𝐢𝐞.❞ ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* ───────── *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ Rakshit Singhania - founder and chairman - is a man who built an empire in France with nothing but ambition, silence, and a storm burning within him. Powerful, untouchable, and feared across the globe, he rules his world like dark clouds holding thunder within. Anwita Rajput is nothing like the world he belongs to. A compassionate veterinarian and the proud owner of "Aavya" Clinic, she built her small world with patience, dedication, and quiet strength. People say opposites attract. But Rakshit and Anwita were never opposites. They were the same storm living in two different souls - carrying the same scars, the same silence, and the same memories they never spoke about. Their marriage was arranged by families who believed it was nothing more than tradition... another responsibility fulfilled. But fate had written something far deeper. Because neither of them ever planned to give their heart to anyone again. That place had once belonged to someone else... someone they had already lost. And yet, slowly, unexpectedly- The marriage that was arranged by fate began turning into something that was never meant to be arranged. She became the calm he never searched for. And he became the shield she never knew she needed. But when the ghosts of their past return... Will their fragile bond survive? Or will his shiddat and her lost love destroy the only chance they ever had at healing? ❁ ═══════════════ ❁ ♡ TROPES ♡ ➥Arranged Marriage ➥Flirty x Shyly ➥Possessive ➥Slow Burn Romance ➥He fell first and fell harder ➥Fate & Destiny ❁ ═══════════════ ❁ ❥➺ Started on March 2026. ❥➺ Book 1st of Arranged by fate series. ❥➺ A standalone book. AVAILABLE ON SCROLLSTACK.

"Book 1 of His Only Series" "Love" "Sometimes, love is right in front of us, but our past pain keeps us from seeing it." _______________________ Arya Gupta A woman who lost everything when her husband died in her lap, taking his last breath right in front of her eyes. She saw her mother commit suicide when she was just eight. Her father abandoned her. Never gave her the love a father should give his daughter. He blames her for his wife's death. Her past is dirty, Her childhood is deeply traumatized. She took revenge for her husband's death and disappeared like she never existed. Arya is so in love with her dead husband that after marrying another man, her soul takes only one name ~ Abhigyan. -------- Aryan Singh Oberoi A man full of life, everyone's favourite,saw Arya just once in a crowded cafe... After that, she never left his mind, He waited for her, six silent months without knowing her name, her address. He just waited with the hope that one day he would find her. But when he finally saw her again, he said just one thing -- "Tune der kar di, Aryan... You found her too late" Arya loves her dead husband. And Aryan loves Arya the same way she loves Abhigyan. Arya never noticed Aryan but Aryan was always surrounded by her. He always stayed by her side. In her silence, In her lonilyness, He always stood for her. [ Arya ] ~ where an unshaken love collides with a shattered heart. Want to know Arya's History, their chemistry Join me for the slow burn journey of Arya and Aryan, Where loves dares to bloom again In silence... In between the dairy pages. In the eyes of Arya again. SOFT/ DEEP/ DARK ⁠✿#IndianRomance #Book-1 in #His only series.

[Under editing] 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 & 𝐕𝐢𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 Viana Singh wasn't supposed to fall for Vivaan Singhania-but she did. It was instant, irrational, and entirely one-sided. He was distant, reserved, and barely noticed her existence. But then, against all odds, they became friends. And Vivaan, who never let people in, started letting her closer. Feelings change, perspectives shift, and suddenly, the girl who once fell alone isn't the only one falling anymore.

You are the curse. You bring bad omens into every life you touch. If you care for him at all-leave. Leave before your presence ruins him. Some love doesn't save. It destroys. Both were cursed long before they were crowned. whether love survives... or history repeats.