TEASER Some stories are told to teach. Some are told to remember. And some are told because silence becomes heavier than truth. On an ordinary evening, a mother and her eighteen-year-old son sit together after watching a movie. The boy laughs at the idea of sacrifice. Love, he believes, doesn't work like that in real life. His mother raises an eyebrow. She tells him a story instead. A story set in a world where loyalty is inherited, danger is constant, and love is never simple. A story about a girl born into power she never asked for, and a boy raised to protect something more important than himself. It begins gently. With kindness. With trust that feels safe enough to last forever. But some loves are not meant to grow old. They are meant to endure. Between quiet conversations and unanswered questions, the past slowly unfolds- not as a legend, not as a warning, but as something that once lived and breathed. And when the story reaches its end, the boy will understand why his mother never rushed to finish it. Because some truths don't need to be revealed loudly. They only need to be felt.

In a world where love has already failed once, Sunoo chooses to smile anyway. Gentle, kind, and hiding a quiet fear of loss, he falls for a human who sees through his warmth and asks for nothing but honesty. But the Dark Blood bond still remembers the Frozen Vein, and loving her may cost Sunoo the very light he uses to survive the night. The Bleeding Halo is a story about choosing love after fear, about softness as strength, and about a heart that dares to stay warm when the night says it shouldn't.

IN THE WOMB OF SILENCE Chennai is facing something it has never named before. Pregnant women are being murdered. Not randomly. Not emotionally. With terrifying precision. That is why IPS Tahir Sharma is transferred to the city- to investigate a case that refuses to behave like a crime. At forty-one, he looks younger than his years. His reputation is older than fear itself. At home, his world is quieter. yn Sharma, his wife of twelve years, is finally pregnant after eight years of trying. High-risk. Sensitive. Ordered rest. "No work. No stress." Outside, someone is watching hospitals, schedules, and silences. No warnings. No threats. No patterns that want to be seen. As Tahir digs deeper, the city begins to feel unfamiliar. Truth hides inside files that don't exist. Clues appear where they shouldn't. And somewhere between love, law, and life- a line is crossed. This is not a story about who dies. It is a story about what you realise too late.

नृत्य और नियमों के बीच --- मंदिर सदियों से खड़ा था। पत्थरों में प्रार्थनाएँ बसी थीं, और नियम-डर की तरह-हवा में तैरते थे। आधृत वर्मा उस मंदिर का उत्तराधिकारी था। उसे प्रेम की अनुमति थी, पर चुनाव की नहीं। ईरा आई बिना शोर किए। एक नर्तकी- जिसे देवता को अर्पित कर दिया गया था इससे पहले कि वह खुद को समझ पाती। वह पवित्र नहीं मानी जाती थी। और अपवित्र भी नहीं। वह बस-चुनी नहीं जा सकती थी। जब पहली बार आधृत ने अपना सिर उसकी गोद में रखा, वह प्रेम नहीं था। वह थकान थी। और भरोसा। उसी क्षण मंदिर ने करवट बदली। दीये बिना हवा के काँपे। घंटियाँ गलत समय पर बोलीं। और नियम-डगमगाने लगे। यह कहानी आस्था तोड़ने की नहीं है। यह डर हटाने की कहानी है। यह प्रेम ऊँचा नहीं बोलता। यह धीरे बैठता है। और ज़िद से ठहरता है। क्योंकि कभी-कभी, जब प्रेम सच्चा हो- तो मंदिरों को भी साँस लेना सीखना पड़ता है। ✨New chapters will

In a village where rituals protect and silence obeys, marriage is not a celebration- it is a warning. He is the son of the village head. She is his wife. Their love is quiet. Their life, ordinary. Until the festival returns. Rules tighten. Bells ring without hands. And the night the sindoor dibbi falls, no one dares to breathe. They say the ritual saves husbands. They say obedience keeps the village alive. But she carries a life within her- and he refuses to step away. Because some curses don't want blood. They want silence. And love, this time, refuses to obey.

THE LAST REBIRTH A love story that chose life --- Some souls are bound by karma. Some by duty. Some by mistakes that refuse to stay buried in the past. Rudra Rathore has lived before- not as memories, but as weight. He doesn't remember every life, only the feeling of loss that follows him into each one. --- Sasmita has never believed in rebirth. Yet certain places make her pause- temples she has never visited feel familiar, and certain eyes feel like something unfinished. She doesn't know why. He does. --- They meet in this lifetime not as destiny, but as choice. No prophecies spoken aloud. No gods demanding sacrifice. Just two people pulled toward each other by something older than memory. --- But when the past finally surfaces, Rudra is faced with the same decision that ended everything before. To protect her... or to love her openly. This time, he chooses differently. --- Because this is not a story about dying for love. It is about living for it. And when the cycle finally breaks, it doesn't end with loss- It ends with a future. A home. And a new life that will never have to remember the past. --- The Last Rebirth Some love stories don't repeat forever. They end where they are finally complete.