┈➤ 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪 𝘊𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘨𝘦 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘉𝘰𝘰𝘬 ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── She was his obsession. He was her biggest headache. She wanted him gone. He only wanted her. Two hearts bound by fate, tangled in hatred, healing, and a love that refused to give up. 𝘌𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘭𝘦𝘥 𝘏𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘴

A young girl was driving home when something unexpected happened, and the world suddenly tilted into darkness. When she opened her eyes again, nothing around her felt familiar. The cars and city lights were gone-replaced by towering palace walls, shimmering lamps, and people dressed in ancient royal clothing. Confused and disoriented, she tried to understand how she had ended up in a completely different era. As she tries to understand what happened and how to return, her presence begins to affect the lives of those around her, especially the kingdom's stern yet curious young king. Her journey becomes one of adaptation, mystery, and discovering her own strength in a world entirely unlike the one she left behind.

Nitanshu and Keerti enter an arranged marriage as complete strangers, carrying no expectations from each other , only responsibility and silence. Their days pass in polite distance, shared meals, and unspoken thoughts. But slowly, through small gestures, late-night conversations, and quiet moments of understanding, their bond begins to soften. story revolves around 1990s theme.

"Whoever you are... stop carrying something that wasn't yours to carry." She left that comment on a stranger's video at 5 PM on a Tuesday, sitting alone at a bus stop, still shaking from a panic attack she'd never admit to having. She didn't know his name. He didn't know hers. But Krishiv Singhania had read that comment seventeen times by midnight. Aanya Malhotra believes love like in novels doesn't exist in real life. She's clumsy, filmy, guarded in ways she's gotten very good at hiding - and she has absolutely zero interest in the silent, intense boy who keeps accidentally catching her every time she falls. Literally. Krishiv Singhania doesn't do feelings. Doesn't do attachments. Doesn't do anything that might cost someone else the way loving him has cost people before. He sings to someone who cant hear him anymore at 1 AM on an anonymous YouTube channel and calls it fine. He is not fine. Now his brother is marrying her sister. And they have one week in the same city. The universe, apparently, has opinions. ♡ Strangers to lovers ♡ Slow burn ♡ Chaotic FL x Silent ML ♡ He fell first ♡ She heals him, he protects her ♡ Two broken people finding each other ♡ ........ And it's not over here! Inside this book, there are more couples, more chaos, more drama, and more romance... so janne ke liye padhiye ye book WE KEPT FINDING EACH OTHERR

"𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝'𝐯𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐨𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐈 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮" His nose brushed against her neck, slow and deliberate, his breath warm against her skin. She had two options, step back or hit him. She hit him before she could think twice. His lip split, blood trickling down, and she took two steps back. He didn't speak, didn't argue, didn't even look angry. That was the part that unsettled her. He leaned closer, unhurried, like she hadn't just split his lip open, and cupped her face in both hands. Then he brushed his lips lightly against hers, just once. When he pulled back, she didn't need to check. His blood was on her lips. His eyes dropped to her mouth, something dark flickering behind them. "Nice lip shade." 💌Love , Lust and Legacy series #1 📚 His Dirty Little Secret

"𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈... 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐉𝐈" SHE'D NEVER THOUGHT HE'D GET ON HIS KNEES... The rain hasn't stopped. But people did. Ganga ghat pe aarti abhi khatm hui thi. Hawa tez thi. The diyas flickered. Rain started. soft at first, then heavier. People grabbed their dupattas, rushed up the ghat steps. "Humare liye prem hi pooja hai. Aur pooja hi prem" she cut him off mid sentence "Toh kariye humari pooja" And he did. Woh uske samne sar jhuka ke baith gaya... "Aaj se Kartavya Rajpurohit aapke hua, kashi ji." Aaj se kartavya Rajpurohit aapke huye... "Hum nahi jaante prem kaise hota hai. Par jo bhi hai. woh aap hi ho." I don't know what love is supposed to feel like. I never did. But I know that before you, mornings were just mornings. Now they're the time I wonder if you slept well. I know that when you laugh I forget what I was doing. I know that when you're upset something in my chest pulls, like it's mine to fix, like it was always mine to fix. I have never fought for anything in my life. Never raised my voice. Never asked for anything. But for you I would learn. For you I would show up at every ghat, every lane, every place you've ever been, just to be where you are. I don't know what to do with this feeling. It's too big and I'm not a big person. But it's yours. All of it. Whatever this is, it's yours. Kashi Zaveri : who loved loudly, never knowing someone was just as gone for her. Kartavya Rajpurohit : who prayed with his whole heart, and loved the same way. This is their story. And this is banaras. Galiyon ki, ghaton ki, diyon ki. Families ki jo ghar jaisi lagti hain. Prem ki jo pooja jaisa mehsoos hota hai. Par Banaras sirf aarti aur phool nahi hai. Yahan dariya bhi hai. Aur dariya kabhi kabhi sab baha le jaata hai. 🌷Prem laat series book #1

Two broken hearts meet.. to be broken more.... If one will heal other will ruin. If one is ice other is fire. She rejected him unknown of the fact he is the king of rajstan .. who was lost for 20 years.. (she is the daughter of one of the richest business man) He came with all of his forces. shooting hundreds of people without mercy who came in the way and take a fistfull of vermillion to fill in her partition. ( It was her wedding day.) She is your queen. he declared,ordering all his army to bow in front of her.

He saw her for the first time on her birthday. She never knew about his feelings. Years passed-same school, same university-but he never found the words. This is the story of a quiet love, unspoken and unwavering. A boy who waited. And a girl who never knew she was being waited for...🦋 ***************************************** She opened the box slowly, dust rising from its lid. Inside, neatly stacked, were envelopes. Dozens of them. Each one marked in the same familiar handwriting. "Isha - Happy birthday! ❤️" She blinked, her fingers trembling as she picked one. Inside was a card-simple, handmade. Tucked with it, a folded note. A letter. "I don't know if I'll ever have the courage to give you this. But if I do... happy birthday, Isha. I think I've loved you since the day you walked past me, smiling at everyone but me." She pulled out another envelope. Same card. Same quiet confession. Year after year. Her eyes welled up. He had written to her every birthday. He had loved her-through years, through silence, through time. And not once had he asked for anything in return. She turned to Siddharth, who stood quietly at the door, watching her find his years of longing-one envelope at a time. "You waited this long...?" she whispered. He moved to her and wiped her tears, looked at her with that same old softness in his eyes. "I was waiting for a day when... you'd look at me the way I've looked at you all these years." ***************************************** Join me on this journey to uncover the depths of love and longing...🎀