Riya Sharma had always been obsessed with one person. King Dhruv Veer Singh Rathore. The greatest ruler in history. The most admired king of his century. The man whose mysterious death remained unsolved for hundreds of years. After finishing a book about his life, Riya did something ridiculous. She cried. A lot. And after one desperate prayer to Kanha in an old temple, she woke up in a world that shouldn't exist. A world where King Dhruv is alive. Now trapped centuries in the past, wearing high-waisted jeans and carrying a dead phone, Riya has only one goal: Find a way home. Simple. At least, it would have been simple if she hadn't accidentally caught the attention of the most powerful man in the kingdom. The same man history says will die. The same man she's slowly falling for. The same man she might be able to save. If changing history is possible. And if history doesn't destroy her first.

𝒘𝒐𝒉 𝒎𝒊𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒛 𝒉𝒊 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒂 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂, 𝑱𝒐 𝒌𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒐𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒚𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊 𝒃𝒂𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒂 ｡☆✼★━━━━━ She loved him when she didn't even know what love was. He loved her when she had already stopped believing in it. And in the end, they both broke-loving each other at all the wrong times ╰┈⫸𝐇𝐞𝐳𝐫𝐚 𝐱 𝐒𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐦 Tropes:- Age gap She fell first but he fell harder Secret marriage ☆✼★ He never cared about the centuries-old rivalry between their families- the only thing that ever mattered to him was her. She believed no one would ever truly care for her until he looked at her like she was the only thing that did. ╰┈⫸ 𝐍𝐚𝐳𝐢𝐚 𝐱 𝐄𝐳𝐚𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Childhood love Office Romance He fell first and harder ☆✼★ He thought she was just messing around-never serious, never sincere. To him, her laughter was a mask, her words just a game. But he never saw the heartbreak hidden in her silence. She walked away when he didn't fight for her. And only after losing her, he realised she was never playing. She was the only real thing he ever had. ╰┈⫸𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐡𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Grumpy x sunshine Replaced groom Mmc grovelling ☆✼★ All his victories, every achievement-he dedicated them to her. Little did he know, she showed up in every crowd, silently cheering for him, just for him. They never realized how much they meant to each other- until distance made them feel the emptiness they used to fill in each other's lives. ╰┈⫸𝐀𝐳𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐀𝐳𝐥𝐚𝐧 Tropes:- Enemies to lovers Marriage on Gunpoint Forced proximity 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝- 2/June/2025 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝- 28/December/2025

She entered a marriage that never felt like hers. A house filled with silence, a husband who only saw responsibility in her presence, and a love she kept begging from someone who never truly looked at her. For a whole year, Naina kept holding onto a relationship that only kept breaking her piece by piece. Until one night changed everything. The same man who once pushed her away... is now starting to notice the emptiness her silence leaves behind. The same husband who never cared if she stayed or left... now finds himself watching her every move, trying to fix wounds he created himself. But sometimes people realize your worth only after destroying the part of you that once loved them endlessly. And just when their cold marriage slowly starts shifting... someone unexpected steps back into her life. Someone who was never able to let her go. Maybe love was never meant to be found in a forced marriage. Maybe it was always waiting somewhere else.

I never wanted to be the wife of "Rudraksha Agnihotri" But my family was in danger, and I had no other choice left. He didn't marry me because he loved me. He married me to get even. Inside his big house, I am not treated like a wife. I am just a reminder of everything he lost and he makes sure I feel that pain every day. He isn't the only one who can feel hate. I hate him, too. I hate the wedding vows that feel like prison bars. I hate how he controls the very air I breathe. I hate the way he watches me, like a hunter waiting for its prey. This marriage wasn't meant to break me fast. It was made to destroy me slowly, piece by piece. The scariest thing isn't that I want to run away. It's that he looks at me like he knows I never will. Because with "Rudraksha Agnihotri" running away doesn't lead to freedom. It just makes the game more fun for him.

Phycopath Killer X Psychiatrist 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆𖹭⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ She studies broken minds. He owns the ones that break the world. Amaira Rai Mehra Sweet, caffeine-fueled, a little clumsy, and a little too sharp for her own good. In her way to become psychiatrist, who believes every mind has a story... even the darkest ones. Ariv Rico Santaro Italian, tattooed, ruthless. A New York syndicate king who doesn't stop for anyone, except the girl who accidentally walked into his chaos. She was supposed to diagnose him. He decided to stay. Doctor and patient. Bunny and her madman. A love story where therapy sessions are dangerous, rules are blurred, and obsession feels a lot like fate. Some minds are meant to be healed. Some were meant to collide. MATURE CONTENT - EROTICA - ROMCOM NOVEL

"𝒯ℴ 𝓉𝒽ℴ𝓈ℯ 𝓌𝒽ℴ 𝒽𝒶𝓋ℯ 𝓁ℴ𝓋ℯ𝒹 𝒹ℯℯ𝓅𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒽𝒶𝓉ℯ𝒹 𝒻𝒾ℯ𝓇𝒸ℯ𝓁𝓎 - 𝓂𝒶𝓎 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝓈𝓉ℴ𝓇𝓎 𝒷𝓊𝓇𝓃 𝒶𝓈 𝒷𝓇𝒾ℊ𝒽𝓉𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓈 ℴ𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝒸𝒶𝓇𝓈." The story of vivaan ravi and amara singh 𝓑𝓮𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓸𝓯 𝓐 𝓬𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓯𝓻𝓪𝓰𝓲𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 𝓸𝓯 𝓐 𝔀𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓼𝓸𝓾𝓵,𝓪 𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓯𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓷𝓮𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓼𝓸𝓶𝓼-𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔀𝓲𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓯𝓪𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓫𝓮 𝓻𝓮𝔀𝓪𝓻𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓸r 𝓬𝓻𝓾𝓼𝓱𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓮𝓽𝔀𝓮𝓮𝓷 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓮𝓲𝓰𝓱𝓽 𝓸𝓯 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝓲𝓻 𝓯𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓼? Tropes: Revenge Enemies to lovers Comedy Slow burn Romance A seething Hatred

𝑽𝑬𝑰𝑳 𝑶𝑭 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑼𝑵𝑺𝑬𝑬𝑵 𝑹𝒆𝒚𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒉 𝑺𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒊𝒂 𝑿 𝑲𝒊𝒂𝒓𝒂 𝑴𝒂𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒕𝒓𝒂 { under major editing } Vengeance was never meant to become love. It was supposed to be fire, destructive, consuming, final. He burned in it, fed it, let revenge carve a throne inside his chest. She, meanwhile, was healing, quietly and painfully, learning who she was when the lies were stripped away. Because what could be crueler than realizing your entire life was a performance? That the name you answered to, the home you trusted, the love you believed in, all of it was a facade. And now you are left with the most terrifying question of all. Who am I, if everything I was taught to be was a lie? Somewhere between his rage and her rebirth, revenge lost its edge. It twisted. It lingered. It stared back at him with her face. And healing stopped being gentle. It turned sharp and addictive, because knowing him felt like knowing the truth, even if that truth was poisonous. They did not fall in love. They fell into each other, into a dark, suffocating obsession where pain felt familiar and destruction felt like home. He wanted to ruin her. She wanted to find herself. Instead, they found something far more dangerous. A love born from ashes, obsession stitched together with revenge, and a bond so dark neither of them wanted to escape it. ⸸ "Get out of my house. The divorce papers arrive at dawn." Love didn't break. It was executed in silence. ⋆♱- "It hurts right here," he murmured, "amore, aur kitna tarpaogi?" His arms opened like a plea, fingers trembling over the ruins of the place she once lived-his heart, now homeless. ⋆♱- "You'll not touch me." "I won't," he whispered. "And that's the cruelty of it, amore." He dropped to his knees, desire caged, pride stripped bare, his head bowed at her feet, where love ended and obsession began.

Two wandering stars colliding, suddenly hitched into the same orbit, bound for eternity. THE SINGHANIA SAGA Book-1 (A standalone) ༻❁༺ I didn't ask for a husband. He didn't want a wife. When I was pushed into an arranged marriage with Vihaan Singhania, who made it very clear he wanted to do nothing with me, I swore, I'd survive it. Keep my head high. And my heart out of it. Except staying out of his way was impossible when he was everywhere. At my midnight dinners. In my bedroom. In my head. Our deal was simple: no love, no feelings, no strings. But the closer I got to him, the more dangerous it became. Because in this game of power and pretense, someone would break. And I was terrified it was going to be me. ༻❁༺

"𝗦𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘆....𝘂𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗹 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗿." A diamond that doesn't shatter-it suffers. She carries the weight of ruined dynasties in her fractured bones, A living reliquary for sins not her own. Her father's cruelty. Her brother's hatred. Her husband's vengeance. Each scar a testament to someone else's war, Each tear a baptism in borrowed guilt. The lost heir who survived hell. Two kingdoms crumbled to dust in her name, Yet no one asks who broke them first. "Hate me," she whispers to the dark, "At least that your hatred is honest." In the end The heaviest crowns are forged from what we survive. Now the diamond sharpens itself... In this twisted tale of family secrets, manipulation, and dark desires, vengeance will bleed into love, and love will heal the wounds of a heart that's been broken beyond repair. A story of love that heals and hurts in equal measure. 𝙏𝙧𝙤𝙥𝙚𝙨 :- 𝗠𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘆/𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗶𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗿 𝗙𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱/𝗥𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗴𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗶𝗮𝗴𝗲 𝗛𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝗣𝘀𝘆𝗰𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗹 𝗠𝗠𝗖 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗢𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗙𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝘀 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝗳𝗲𝗺𝗮𝗹𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗱.

Miraal's dream was to become a doctor, she was a city girl with a strong spirit and a mind of her own. Since she was born, her father, Haroon Qureshi, and his friend Mukhtar Khan had arranged her engagement to Abrar Ahmed Khan. But neither Miraal nor Abrar really cared about the engagement, until Haroon Qureshi suddenly passed away. When tough times come, even your closest ones might abandon you. Haroon Qureshi's death attracted some relatives who had been eyeing his land for years. Seeing Miraal in a vulnerable state, they found it easy to pressure her into getting engaged to her cousin, Zoheb Qureshi. Miraal suffered from mistreatment to the point where she felt she had no choice but to accept the engagement. However, as time went on, she discovered the real reason behind this forced relationship. Once an independent girl, Miraal now sets off on a journey to reach out to her fiancé, seeing it as her last chance towards her freedom from this forced marriage. ___ Warning: Mature Content, mentions of SA and violence (Angst)