Police officer × journalist English translated story Adithya Dev, a tough, no-nonsense police inspector with a haunted past, lives by rules and silence. Sindhu Bhairavi, a bold and spirited journalist, lives by heart and chaos. She's fallen for him since the day she saw him he doesn't even know she exists. As fate pulls them together through crimes, conflicts, and unexpected emotions, will Sindhu win his guarded heart? She loves him like a storm; he avoids love like a plague. Can her heart melt the walls he's built for years? get into the story to know !!!

"Meri aur dekhiye." "Look at me." For the first time... Eeshwara Jindal did not lower her gaze. She looked straight into the eyes of the man who had once terrified her with nothing more than his silence. The man who carried an entire kingdom upon his shoulders. The man who had once said- «"Ek shasak ka hriday kshama kar sakta hai... par uska mukut nyay se kabhi samjhauta nahi kar sakta." "A ruler's heart may forgive... but his crown can never compromise with justice."» The court called him Rana Arjunveer Suryapratap Dev. His enemies called him ruthless. His people called him their protector. But only she knew... How lonely a crown truly was. --- A quiet personal attendant. A king bound by duty. A palace where every corridor hides a secret, every smile conceals a scheme, and every stolen glance could cost a kingdom. She was never meant to be seen. He was never meant to love her. Yet somewhere between royal decrees, whispered apologies, battles fought in silence, and promises neither dared to speak aloud... The crown chose her. And when love stands against duty... Which one survives? A slow-burn historical romance filled with palace intrigue, political betrayals, unforgettable yearning, and a love powerful enough to shake a kingdom.

#Book1 of The Heart Series (English and Tanglish) VIHAAN MALHOTRA × INDHU RAJAN "That's what you do, isn't it?" His voice was sharp, edged with something dangerously close to anger. I frowned. What the hell is he talking about? "What-" I started, but he cut me off. "Always craving attention. From everyone... from every man-"The words barely left his mouth before my hand struck his cheek. A sharp slap, loud in the quiet room. Wow. Four years. Four whole years since I last saw him, and the first thing I do? Slap my first love. Great. Just great. ──── ୨୧ ──── Indhu walked away from love, heartbreak, and the boy who once shielded her in the rain, Vihaan. He was her first love, the one she believed never saw her the same way. What she thought was an unrequited crush turned into a painful memory, marked by misunderstandings and unresolved emotions. They met again through the wedding of Indhu's best friend, Aadya and Vihaan's older brother Arnav, an event that should have been a happy beginning but instead left her heartbroken. Convinced she had moved on, she built a life on her own terms-until Vihaan reappeared. Vihaan, cold and unreadable, never let anyone get close-especially not Indhu. He buried his feelings, mistaking distance for control. But when the truth behind their past finally comes to light, he refuses to let her slip away again. Now bound to the man she tried to forget, Indhu finds herself trapped between past wounds and present desires. And as possessive tension, lingering resentment, and years of unspoken longing collide, she fights to guard her heart while Vihaan struggles to claim what was always his. But in a game of denial and temptation, who will surrender first? ──── ୨୧ ──── (This is my first book, so there may be a few mistakes or small inconsistencies, but it won't affect the reading. I'll be fixing everything once the book is completed❤️😭)

Kathir - who lives behind a careful silence bruised by doubt, shaped by loss, and expert at keeping people out. Isai - open, bright, endlessly talkative, yet carrying a quiet secret of her own. 🌙🤍 Slowly, naturally, she begins finding the parts of him he thought were closed forever. Their closeness grows through shared mornings, random conversations, silent understanding, and little moments that slowly begin to mean everything. 🦋🦢 But some truths are heavy enough to destroy a person completely. And Isai is hiding one of them. 🌊 The Waves and The Shore - A soft, emotional story about love, grief, healing, attachment, and two souls who found each other when they needed it the most. 🕊 - with love, Vanyra 🤎

During the events of the first Zero-Sum Games, a new group of teenagers awakens inside the simulated ruins of Singapore with no memories and no way out. Among them is Isaac Mercer, an observant student who begins noticing flaws within the system and hidden traces of a past contestant, called Maeve Vance. As the games become more psychological and trust between players collapses, Isaac uncovers the horrifying truth behind the Architect's experiment and realizes the system is not trying to create survivors-it is trying to create people willing to sacrifice their humanity to survive.

🔥 One fake marriage, one real baby and one slow burn so slow it's practically so hot that it will burn everything it touches. 🔥 ✦━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✦ She's a part-time writer and a full-time coder. He's a full-time cop. They've hated each other for as long as they've known each other. Their best friends just died and left them a baby. ✦━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━✦ Tamilarasan has six weeks to convince a Chennai Family Court that he and Tamilazhagi, a woman whose voice alone makes his jaw hurt, are a married, loving, stable couple. But in reality, they are none of those things. They have to become at least two of them. Very fast, actually. Because the alternative is letting the baby Thara grow up with the grandmother whom the baby's mother and Tamilazhagis' best friend spent a lifetime trying to outrun. So all they have to do is get married, move into a 2BHK, and a welfare officer is due in eleven days. But, most importantly, keep the baby alive; the one that is crying at exactly the wrong moment is the most powerful thing in the room. ✿ TROPES ✿ ▪ Enemies to Lovers ▪ Fake Marriage / Marriage of Convenience ▪ Forced Co-Parenting ▪ Slow Burn (full explicit, eventually) ▪ Grumpy × Grumphy ▪ Best Friends' Baby ▪ Found Family ▪ Tamil Leads ⚠ 18+ later chapters

She says she is fine. She has always been fine. Kim is thirty-six, independent, and composed, the kind of woman who holds herself together so gracefully that no one thinks to ask if she is falling apart. Married for five years to a man who lives in another city, she has grown fluent in the language of waiting. Waiting for calls that come late. Waiting for arguments to dissolve into silence. Waiting for a life that feels fully inhabited.

She was not my girlfriend. Not only my childhood friend. Not exactly my sister. She called me brother because of a promise we made when we were three, and somehow, the name survived longer than the childhood that created it. In Singapore, where everyone seemed to be measured by grades, futures, and acceptable versions of success, she was the girl who could calculate almost anything but never explained herself easily. A quiet genius with hearing loss, strange strength, too much memory, and an inner world I could only stand beside - never fully enter. I did not know if I loved her that way. I only knew that if she ever asked me to stay, I would need a reason stronger than fear to leave. A slow, emotional story about childhood, silence, giftedness, exhaustion, and a relationship that never learned how to become a simple word. *A slow emotional novella. Weekly updates, at least weekly, sometimes sooner. Planned ending. *A quieter side project while my main story continues updating.

It's easy to love a ghost. It's harder to realize you're haunting each other with the exact same borrowed face. Elara never intended for the conversation to pass the first night. She was selective, invisible by choice, and entirely armored against the outside world. But an incidental exchange in a crowded corner of the internet quickly evolved into the only air she breathed. Across shifting hours and silent rooms, a single name on a glowing interface became the only constant she required. He was her perfect escape. A presence built entirely out of digital timestamps, sharp wit, and blinking bubbles. He became the keeper of her deepest thoughts before she had the sense to protect them. But digital intimacy is a cheap hiding place. Distance allows the imagination to construct something far too flawless, softening every sharp edge until a person becomes a curated story. We sketch a soul out of their stray words and shadows, filling the vast gaps with our own desperate needs. But every story eventually demands an ending. The screen must go dark, and the boundary separating a protective fantasy from the cold weight of reality is bound to fracture. The question isn't whether they can find each other, but whether the fragile illusion they created can survive the heavy, unyielding truth of a physical world.