DAKSHAYANI A 19-year-old Brahmin girl who was supposed to die the day her husband did. They stripped every colour off her and lit the pyre. And in front of the whole town, she refused to walk into it. "A girl who says no once will say no again". So they buried her alive instead. A hut behind the house, no salt in her food, and that is all she should be until she leaves this mortal body." HIM The new priest of the temple, the mortal who connects the people of their town with the god. But there is blood under his nails which others mistook for the sacred Kumkum. ___________________________________________________________________ Just like my heart, the rain drenched the ground of the path my feet were dragged along. He walked in, he who always held his eyes directly on me, those soft eyes that held the hardness of something, and he leaned down to me slowly, meeting my eyes once again. Then he reached and took hold of his thread that ran across his upper body. The sacred thread, the one thing on a Brahmin's body that says what he is, that no man on that street would give up for anything in this world, and he snapped it, the thread mixed with turmeric and kumkum, still warm from lying against his skin. And he leaned in and knotted it around my neck. On a widow's neck. The first colour anybody had allowed on my body since my husband passed away, and it came from a man who had just torn it out of his own religion. "She is mine now," he said. "Touch her and answer to the God you came here to pray to." He put his hand under my arm and lifted, and I came up off that floor like I weighed nothing. And I felt it. The shaking. All the way down his arm and into me, where nobody else could see. A man with God behind him does not shake. ________________________________________________________________ Will he protect her, or was she only ever his cover? Will she survive the truth about what he really is? Or will they ruin each other before the town gets the chance?

Sia Tripathi was getting married to the man she had loved for years, Gaurav Sharma.Their blissful union made every kith and kin happy except for one person; Gaurav's step brother, Anubhav Bhattacharya Sharma who has loved Sia unrequitedly for longer than even he can remember. And as the wedding dates knock on the door and Sia's own feelings for Anubhav and conflict with Gaurav cause an inner turmoil in her, an impending doom befall the family. ANUBHAV IS SHOT DEAD. And if there is anything he has left behind are a series of autobiographical notes that he meant to publish one day. Determined to know the truth of his death, a series of lies unfolds in front of Sia and she could barely trust anyone now..Even her own shadow. 'Secrets we take to Grave' is a heartbreaking tale of love, dilemma, family,adultery and the menacing power of lies.

At midnight, while lost in a dusty historical fiction novel, Reva Sinha accidentally recited an ancient curse. One heartbeat later, the world dissolved, and she woke inside the book as Princess Aradhya Singh Rathore . Trapped in a kingdom on the brink of war, Aradhya is expected to seal peace by marrying the ruthless enemy king. Instead, one stolen glance at the notorious female thug bandit changes everything. The bandit who was fierce, scarred, and standing beside her older brother, the feared chief of the thug bandits, carries danger in her eyes and fire in her veins. Reva/ Aradhya should feel only terror. Instead, forbidden thoughts consume her: the curve of a calloused hand, the low timbre of a voice that promises both ruin and salvation, the heat of a touch that could burn empires to ash. She rejects the king in front of the entire court. Now the kingdom brands her a traitor. Whispers call her mad. Bounty hunters circle. The enemy king swears vengeance. Even the stars seem to bleed red under the blood moon. But Reva/Aradhya no longer cares about crowns or survival. She has tasted the taboo of desire, which is raw, reckless, and utterly hers. "I was never supposed to love you," she whispers to the bandit in the shadows. "But since I have fallen, you are mine. Only mine." In a world that demands she choose duty over heart, Reva chooses the one woman who could destroy her... and the only one who truly sees her. A dark historical fantasy of forbidden sapphic love, midnight curses, and a love so fierce it rewrites fate itself.

A story of Choice vs Fate.... Where every choice has a consequence, yet every consequence shapes the fate that awaits you. Perhaps everything is already written. Or perhaps only the beginning and the end exist and somewhere between them, a few pages have been left blank. Jiya is just a normal teenager who suddenly finds herself transmigrated into the world of a novel. A world where she knows the story. She knows what is supposed to happen. She knows the fate waiting for the characters. But what happens when she becomes one of them? Will she follow the fate that has already been written for her? Or will she make choices of her own even if every choice changes the story and comes with a consequence?

"Like the delicate petals of a rose, love can be soft and sweet, but lurking beneath are the sharp edges of challenges and obstacles." Set in the royal city of Udaipur. In the aristocratic world of high society, Sarika Shrivastava is the embodiment of a shy beauty, hiding her troubles deep inside. Raghav Raizada, a CEO, is exceptionally charming and witty, drawn to Sarika like a butterfly to a flower. Their romance starts soft and sweet, yet as risky as it is irresistible. Meanwhile, Shivanya Rathore's marriage with Dev Raizada isn't all roses either. Dev, Raghav's cousin, is sharp and cultured, while Shivanya is elegant but headstrong. Their marriage is more about duty than love, with past troubles making things even harder. As both couples struggle with their feelings and pasts, they realize that love isn't easy. It's like trying to hold a rose without getting pricked by its thorns. But despite the pain, they're determined to make it work. In a world where love and duty collide, Sarika, Raghav, Dev, and Shivanya must fight for their happiness. Will they conquer the thorns that threaten to tear them apart, or will they get pricked one too many times?

Sometimes it takes only one mistake for everything to fall apart. And all that remains after that is just plain REGRET. And that's what happens with Riddhima and Vansh too... (A fanfiction revolving around the characters from the serial IMM2)

🔥 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