🏔️"Khamosh parvat ko apna kinara kar gayi, Sath bahti Alaknanda, usey apna deewana kar gayi" 🌤️ YUVRAAJ ALAKSHYA was never supposed to be a suitor. Cold, lethal, and bound by iron duty, the Prince of Velur arrived at Chitrakot's grand Swayamvar purely to advise and protect. He was meant to stand quietly in the shadows and watch the radiant RAJKUMARI NANDINI choose a king. Instead, she walks past every glittering crown in the hall, stops before the silent, dangerous warrior who never asked for her hand, and places the sacred garland around his neck. Separately, they are fire and stone. Together, they are "Alaknanda" -a sacred river carving its unstoppable path through unforgiving rock.

Time has always been untouchable, a force that bends to no one. Yet destiny has its own designs, weaving threads that no blade can sever. Souls meant for each other are drawn together, no matter how many times the world tries to split them apart. Shravani and Barghavi were bound by more than friendship. Best friends turned sisters, they carried within them the weight of fate itself-Shravani, calm yet unyielding like the monsoon rains, and Barghavi, fierce and consuming like fire. Together they were balance, two halves of a bond that destiny refused to let go. But destiny is never kind without trial. Torn away from their soulmates-whose names remain hidden, waiting to be discovered-the sisters are thrust into a world where chaos lurks, eager to rewrite history once more. Their bond is their shield, their love their weapon, yet the path ahead is shadowed by uncertainty. As they awaken to their mission, the question lingers: will their fire and rain mend the fractures of time, or will the world collapse under the weight of chaos again? History waits, trembling. The story begins not with answers, but with a promise-that when souls meant for each other are separated, destiny will always find a way to bring them back.

Prologue Thud! The bucket hit the cold ground. Water soaked through Penny's dress, clinging to her skin. She didn't flinch. Behind her, Cara and the others giggled, their apologies dripping from with mockery. "Lady's maid" one of them sneered. "What a privilege." Penny remained silent. Cold hands, a colder heart. That was her life. By the time she reached Lady Beatrix's chambers, her hair was still damp. But Lady Beatrix smiled softly, unaware of everything beyond her door. Gentle. Fragile. Untouched. Nothing like the rest of her family. The only solace she found was in the quiet of the library. And sometimes while stealing glances at Lord Jeremiah. But she was a maid. And maids did not dare look at the sky for too long. Not unless they wished to fall into misery.

One accident... One phone call.... 'Ragini Inamdar Mohite' has to face the ghosts of her past. Ragini has spent years building a beautiful, hard-won life. She overcame her painful past, established a highly successful career, and found true peace with her husband and children. The war called life we get thrown into. Only some can called it 'The battle that I won' ©All Rights Reserved

In the Rathore household, love is quiet. Power is inherited. And chaos is never accidental. Three brothers bound by blood, loyalty, and secrets they never speak out loud. They rule different worlds - boardrooms, shadows, and courtrooms - but stand united when it comes to family. Love was never meant to enter their lives. Yet it does. Softly. Relentlessly. Through women who don't seek power but understand it. This is not a story about betrayal. It's about choosing each other when the world demands otherwise. About romance that simmers, families that protect, and chaos that feels like home.

In a world draped in silk and crowned with power, they were never meant to be enemies. Raised under the same glittering lights, their lives have always been intertwined-family ties, royal expectations, and a history built on constant clashes and unspoken tension. To everyone else, they are nothing more than a prince and a princess. Allies. Untouchable. Perfect. But beneath the polished smiles and gilded halls, another world breathes in silence. A world where power is taken, not given. Where loyalty is tested... and betrayal is paid for in blood. In that world, they stand on opposite sides. Ruthless. Unyielding. Rivals. She despises everything about him-his arrogance, his control, the way he always seems to get under her skin without trying. He, on the other hand, watches. Waits. Pushes. Not because he enjoys the fight... but because she's the only one who has ever matched him. Neither of them knows how dangerously close their two worlds are to colliding. Neither of them knows how thin the line between hate and something far more consuming can be. But secrets have a way of unraveling... and when the truth finally comes to light, it won't just change the game- it will rewrite every rule they've ever lived by.

What would she do if her future self started texting her.... and every warning began to come true? At first, it felt like a glitch. A strange mistake she could easily ignore and forget. But then the messages started unfolding in real life... exactly as they were written. A choice she hadn't made yet. A moment she hadn't lived. A warning she couldn't escape. And soon, she realizes the most terrifying part isn't the messages themselves.... It's the possibility that she is already living the future it's trying to prevent.

"We shouldn't play with fire, Rooh," He spoke near my ears, pecking my jawline. I was breathing erratically unable to encompass my perturbation. "What if I want to play with it?" I said, my voice sensual, subduing my thudding heart. His hand went to my waist, and he squeezed it, kneading it. "It will burn you, Rooh. You don't know the vehemence of the burning blaze. It will eradicate your existence," His voice was dark and titillating, making me shudder at the intenseness. "What if I want it to deplete me? What if I want to get burned in this vehemence of burning blaze?" I contested. "Think before you articulate anything, Rooh. I am not a manageable man." "I don't like manageable things, Dev." "Once you are mine, I will never allow you to go. You will be mine in every fucking birth," He spoke out possessively. "I want to be yours in my every birth, Prince Dev Pratap Singh." ******************************************** Destiny - predetermined state or end. Destiny is not a matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for. It is a thing to be achieved. Ruhanika Sharma is a simple girl with a filmmaking degree who loves history and lives in a fantasy world. Despite the challenges she faced throughout her life, she never lost her innocence and finds joy in the little things. Upon abruptly discovering herself in a distinct realm wherein all individuals are donning customary attire and preparing to greet the Crown Prince of Magadh, what transpires? What happens when she realizes she is in the past, specifically 800 years ago, rather than the present? What would happen if she attracted the interest of Prince Dev Pratap Singh, the Crown Prince of Magadh? How was she going to return to her own time? Moreover, what happens if she decides against returning? What if they were able to find comfort in one another? What will be their destiny?