❝ 𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐤𝐢𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐞❞ "Azraq?" I arched a brow at the unfamiliar name, a flicker of challenge in my gaze. "As in the colour?" "No." He leaned in just enough for his presence to press against mine. His gaze briefly flickering between my eyes. "Azraq," he said quietly. "As in your sapphire-like jazibah eyes." My breath hitched, just once, before defiance rose to claim its place. The audacity of it sent heat racing through my veins. "Are you attempting to charm me?" I hissed. A corner of his mouth curved, not a smile, not quite. Something darker that curled through the space between us. "I don't charm, Azraq," he replied. "I conquer." "That's enough." My hand slammed down on the wooden counter before I could stop myself. "First, that's not my name," I snapped. "It's Phoenix." Then I leaned closer, fingers sliding to my waist, blade flashing as I drew my dagger just enough to promise intent. His gaze dipped, to my hand. To where my fingers hovered dangerously close to my dagger. "And second," I added coldly, "if not for this bazaar, I'd show you exactly how lethal these jazibah eyes can be." For the first time since we collided, something like amusement flickered across his face. Not mockery. Interest. A slow sneer curved his lips as his eyes lifted back to mine. "Consider me intrigued," he murmured. Then, softer, almost reverent, "They already did." *** ❝ Bound by duty, consumed with passion, their fate was written in blood. From Cairo's shadows to Damascus's throne, 𝐀𝐫𝐳𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐢 and 𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐞𝐧𝐢𝐱 𝐞𝐥 𝐙𝐢𝐚 are enemies by fate-and something far more dangerous by choice. Because in a city built on veils, loving the wrong person doesn't just break hearts. It starts wars.❞

Engines scream, lights go out, and twenty hearts chase glory. But beneath the helmets are people- fractured, flawed, and fighting to stay whole. Because in Formula 1, everyone meets their red line eventually. ⚠️ Disclaimer This story is a work of fiction. While the setting, race tracks, and teams are inspired by Formula 1, all characters, storylines, and relationships are entirely original. Some names and details serve as light Easter eggs for motorsport fans, but this is not real person fiction (RPF) and do not represent any real life personalities. It's purely for entertainment.

Just a story of a nineteen year old girl Naina who meets a 21 year old boy for the first time when he came to live with her as a flatmate . What she didn't know is that she had already been married to him in the childhood . And now some circumstances lead their royal families (who both were once considered rivals )to tie their knot permanently !! But will they both agree ? Akshar had lived in darkness all his life . He never wanted Naina to get engulfed in that darkness so he maintained his distance, his cold behaviour trying to keep her away . And naina she was just a simple girl with no memory of her parents . Her only solace were her books . She dreamt of freedom from the cruelties from those who were supposed to support her . She isn't an introvert . She is just silent because the world is too loud to listen to her . But will destiny bring them together ? Will they both heal each other's torn lives? Will they be tied into love for eternity ?✨

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐪 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐀 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲. . . . . . . . 𝗩𝗶𝗱𝗵𝘆𝘂𝘁𝗵 𝗠𝗮𝗹𝗵𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗮 A sunshine boy.Friends with everyone and a little flirt. 𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗸𝗮 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗮 A shy and introvert girl with spects and an extrovert to those close ones.Family's princess. 𝕊𝕋𝕆ℝ𝕐 𝕋ℝ𝕆𝕌ℙ𝔼𝕊 𝗘𝘅𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁 * 𝗜𝗻𝘁𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘁 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗟𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗛𝗶𝗴𝗵 𝘀𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗹 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗛𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁, 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 Based On A True Story.

Aria knows better than to fall for the boy who shows up on her doorstep bruised, silent, and refusing to believe anyone could care about him. Locklyn knows better than to want things he isn't allowed to have.

When fate play games, it has the power to bring catastrophe and left people to reel over the bitter sweet taste of life. This story takes you to a journey of two best friends, two princesses , Devkirti and Sanghamitra who becomes the puppet of time and fate. DEVKIRTI has never crave anything more than freedom. But she never knew that her freedom comes with dejection making her an unwanted, shunned and abnegated wife of a cold , aloof and withdrawn man with abysmal secrets. A man akin to her nightmares rendering her perplexed if its freedom or captivity that she has gained. SANGHAMITRA has always dreamt of a blissful life with her lover, her fiance. But she never expected that desperate circumstances would led her in the arms of an another man with whom she can never imagine a future with. Bounded by duties only, love, for her has become a distant dream. All its takes two powerful Man and a life threatening oath for fate to play its cards. With a WAR brewing in the distant future, Can Devkirti and Sanghamitra navigate through this journey of unexpected changes, unseen betrayals, gnawing guilts and somehow finding love and peace in the way when all the hope for it is lost.

Three heirs. Only one crown. Raised beneath the eyes of the court and the weight of expectation, Quinn has always known the garden would choose her. Her composure is legend. Her bloodline is secure. Her blade was steady. But tradition is never so obedient. Princess Harriet, sick with a curse no healer can name, trades places with Lunette, a girl who should never have existed at court at all. Stolen at birth, raised in shadows, Lunette now wears silks and secrets, standing in for a royal she barely knows in a world that would destroy her if it knew the truth. And Leni? Leni was never meant to stand among heirs. Wild as wind and storm, the overlooked daughter is drawn by something older, a magic pulsing in her bones, answering a call the others cannot hear. When the vine-threshold opens and the Choosing begins, the ruin stirs. Each girl carries a secret. Each path demands a cost. And deep beneath the moonlit branches, the garden watches, waiting to decide who is worthy, who is false, and who must be unmade.

Centuries ago, a god of death and fire sealed his power in an ember no mortal dared to touch, until Lucius Valerius, trickster fae and self-appointed collector of shiny things, stole it on a whim. The ember he stole was never just a relic; it was a lock. A ward. A bargain struck with an ancient god of death and flame. And with its theft, the last ties to the forgotten Asterea kingdom begin to unravel. Magic fractures. The veil between realms thins. Entire villages are swallowed in smoke, and ghosts wander through cracks where fire once held firm. Now the veil between realms is unravelling. Everyone wants answers-and Lucius is forced into a reluctant partnership with one of his kingdom's most stoic knights, a man with no patience for pranks and even less for fae. But as they chase the chaos across a crumbling world, the truth burns brighter: the god is awakening, and Lucius is no longer just a thief. He's the key. The doorway. The chosen vessel. And if the god wants to burn through him?

Michael's life was simple. Quiet. Predictable. Until Valerio happened. Rugby star. Troublemaker. Dangerously charming. And somehow, he won't leave Michael alone. So Michael does the only thing he can think of: he makes a bet. Who will fall first? Him, or Valerio? Michael wants nothing to do with feelings, drama, or boys who see right through him. But the more he resists, the deeper he's pulled in. Michael just wants to be left alone... and spectacularly fails.

Some times love stays unrecognized Cover by @Era_fics