Kuch cheezein toot ke bhi judi rehti hain. Kuch log takleef dekar bhi woh hote hain jinhein tum dhundhte ho. Adarika Trivedi is very good at carrying things quietly. She has been doing it since she was eleven years old - carrying a feeling she called noticing, carrying pain she called fine, carrying a secret for five years that only two people in the entire world knew about. Vihaan Oberoi is the other person. When his sister is in a terrible accident and a carefully constructed lie is placed in his ear at exactly the right terrible moment - when he is broken and sleepless and full of grief with nowhere to put it - he makes the worst decision of his life. He goes to Adarika. He uses her father's reputation as leverage. He marries her in a temple at night with no family, no flowers, no love intended. And then he leaves her. Same night. With sindoor in her hair and a mangalsutra around her neck and seven sacred rounds between them that meant nothing to him and everything to her. Nobody knows they were ever married. Not his parents. Not her parents. Not her sister. Not his best friend. Not her best friend. Just two people. And the wreckage of one night. She leaves for Toronto the next week. Tells her parents it's a fellowship. Tells herself she is fine. Builds a life - slowly, painfully, piece by piece - in a city that received her without asking questions. Five years later she comes home. And he is still there. This is not a story about a man who deserves forgiveness easily. This is not a story about a woman who forgives quickly. This is the story of what happens after the breaking. The very long, very slow, very painful, very real road between - Tujhse hi tooti. Tujhse hi judi. Broken by you. Bound to you. "Main ne ek baar tumse pyaar karna chuna tha bina jaane. Ab main jaante hue chun rahi hoon. Aur yeh dono baar meri apni marzi thi." (I chose to love you once without knowing. Now I am choosing it knowing everything. And both times it was my own choice.)

"She ran away from a marriage she didn't choose. He almost waited for a bride who never showed up. Years later, in the middle of a London rain, they found each other again - neither knowing they were always meant to." Ananya Sharma had three things she was certain about: her career in cybersecurity, her flat in London, and the fact that she was absolutely not ready for an arranged marriage. So when her parents sat her down and told her it was time - she smiled, nodded, called her sister Priya, and quietly booked a one-way ticket to London. What she didn't know? The man waiting at the mandap was Arjun Malhotra. Her brother-in-law's younger brother. The same calm, quietly charming man she'd met at Priya and Vikram's wedding years ago and refused to think about ever since. What he didn't know? The bride who stood him up was the girl he hadn't stopped thinking about either. Years pass. Lives are built. And then - a business meeting in London, a restaurant Ananya chose, and a best friend who said "just come with me" to the wrong person. Fate, as it turns out, is very patient.

"You didn't betray me, Yuv." Her voice was slow and calm. "I betrayed you." The AC hummed, cold air raising goosebumps on his arms. She didn't blink. "Did you ever stop to wonder why a girl who hated you agreed to marry you?" A laugh slipped out of her throat sharp, too sharp for the quiet room. "If you call yourself a manipulator, then remember whose daughter... and whose sister I am." The room went dead silent. You could hear the wall clock ticking, and their hearts thudding fast, out of sync. His jaw was clenched so tight a muscle jumped near his ear. "No... no. This is bullshit." His voice came out dark and steady, but his eyes weren't. They were glassy, barely holding it together. "Just say it, Kanika. Say that all of this is one big fucking lie." He was standing so close she could smell the cigarette on his jacket and the rain from outside still on his hair. One inch from breaking. But she laughed again shorter this time, and she looked away, fingers picking at the edge of her sleeve. "Yes, Yuv." She finally met his eyes. Cold. "It is a lie."

When Seraphina vale accidentally crosses paths with the most feared man in the city, her life begins to unravel. Nikolai Volkov is cold, untouchable, and dangerous-a man whose name alone is enough to silence a room. Men fear him. Women avoid him. And everyone knows that being noticed by him is the beginning of the end. After a terrifying encounter inside a secret nightclub, Seraphina becomes trapped in web of fear, mystery, and hidden truths connected to her missing father. Strange messages begin appearing on her phone. Black cars follow her through the city. Unknown men start watching her every move. But the most terrifying part? Nikolai Volkov doesn't even care about her existence. As enemies from the underworld close in around her, Seraphina realizes she has stepped into a world far darker than she imagined-a world of mafia bloodlines, betrayal, obsession, and deadly secrets. And in Nikolai's world... Survival always comes with a price.

Nyxara has forgotten the sky. For an eternity, she has existed in a prison beyond time, where dreams are the only window into a world she can never touch. Until one dream refuses to forget her. Lucifer remembers her every night, but every morning the waking world steals those memories away. Their impossible connection should never have existed. Then, one impossible night, the chains break. Freed into a world she no longer recognizes, Nyxara must learn how to live for the very first time. Every sunrise, every butterfly, and every ordinary kindness becomes a miracle to someone who has known only darkness. As she discovers freedom, friendship, and a home within the halls of Silver Crescent Academy, the mystery of her own forgotten past begins to unravel. Whispers begin to spread. Powerful rulers turn their attention toward the impossible girl who should never have returned, and the truth behind her imprisonment may threaten not only the family she has found, but the world itself. Because some prisons were never meant to be opened. And the world is beginning to remember what she is.

Some people believe nature is unpredictable. Violet Ontario does not. To her, everything has a pattern. Every anomaly can be traced, measured, and explained if you know where to look. That belief has carried her through years of study, flawless predictions, and now into one of the most prestigious research programs in the world. Aviline Tech's butterfly research initiative in southern Mexico is meant to be simple: observe migration patterns, document environmental change, and track a rare species thought to be disappearing from the cloud forests. But Violet does not believe in disappearance without reason. Paired with Ezra Vale, a researcher whose instincts seem to move faster than any data she trusts, Violet is forced into a partnership she never asked for and a landscape that refuses to behave like a system she can decode. Because in the forests of southern Mexico, the butterflies do not simply migrate. They arrive when they are not expected. They vanish when they should not. And the deeper Violet and Ezra go into the research grounds, the more the world begins to feel less like something to be studied... and more like something that is watching them back. Violet has spent her life believing control is just another form of understanding. But some things were never meant to be caught. Not even by science.

Gabriella, betrayed by her family, has finally decided to leave them behind in Italy and follow her dreams of studying in England for a year abroad. She arrives and is captivated by the blonde, nice guy Rory who is always happy to help. Before she can unpack her suitcase he takes her out with his friends to a trendy theatre night. There she sees Elliot, the well-spoken and striking looking actor and they immediately connect. But Elliot is also Rory's best friend... Scents Of Clementine tells the story of a girl in a new country trying to leave her past behind while being swept off her feet by two charming Englishmen. WARNING THIS STORY CONTAINS: mature/sexual content; explicit language; family dispute; alcohol and drug consumption.

Two royal heirs. Two powerful families. One rivalry that has lasted for generations. Forced together by destiny, they become unwilling allies, constantly caught between pride, duty, and the expectations of the crown. As secrets unravel and loyalties are tested, their rivalry slowly transforms into something neither of them expected. But in a world where power comes before love, can they rewrite their fate-or will the throne demand a choice they can never take back? #RoyalRomance #ChildhoodRivals #ArrangedMarriage #EnemiesToLovers

Shortlisted in Muse Awards. "He thought he was the hunter. He didn't know she had nothing left to lose." Trapped within the dark, looming walls of Vaelhorst Palace, Aethelgard is a captive surrounded by enemies. Her survival depends entirely on the mercy of Malakor-a ruthless, hyper-vigilant Dark Lord whose very name strikes terror across the kingdoms. Separated from everything she knows by the treacherous, ink-black waters of The Mourning Tides, escape seems completely impossible. But Malakor underestimates the girl in his shadows. Before sending her to the Dark Lord, the sinister witch known as Pale Marrow ripped away Aethelgard's emotions, leaving her completely hollow. Malakor expects a terrified prisoner, but instead, he faces a mind completely untethered by fear, panic, or mercy. As a dangerous, slow-burn game of wit and proximity unfolds between captive and captor, the lines between hatred and curiosity begin to blur. Aethelgard must use her cold, emotionless clarity to dismantle Malakor's court from the inside-before the magic fades and her feelings come rushing back. A dark fantasy romance filled with royal intrigue, psychological tension, and a toxic power dynamic that will burn down an empire.