Kai died after laughing too hard at a ridiculously cliché romance novel. When he opened his eyes again... He had reincarnated into that very novel. The good news? There were no villains. No evil stepmothers. No jealous second male lead. No world-ending disasters. Everything was supposed to follow a sweet, wholesome romance between the handsome male lead, Silva Ashford, and the adorable heroine. Kai's mission was simple: Stay out of the plot. Unfortunately... On Day One, he accidentally stole Silva's seat. On Day Two, he ate the heroine's lunch because he thought it was free. On Day Three... Silva smiled at him. "..." Kai immediately packed his bags. "NOPE! This isn't in the novel!" From then on, the story completely derailed. The heroine became Kai's biggest shipper. The side characters started taking bets. The teachers gave up. And the male lead... "...Kai." "Yes?" "You're cute." Kai froze. "...Someone save the original plot." Too late. The original romance had officially gone off the rails.

"The whole world overlooked me... until the villain looked only at me."People fell in love with the hero. I always cried for the villain. Not because he was kind. Not because he was good. But because no matter how cruel he was to the world... He loved only one person with his whole heart. Everyone called him a monster. A psychopath. A black flag. But all I could see was someone who desperately wanted to be loved. Maybe that's why I envied the heroine. Because she threw away the kind of love I had spent my entire life praying for. As for me... I was never anyone's favorite. Never anyone's first choice. The forgotten middle child . The friend people only tolerated because of someone else. The son who could never make his parents proud. The brother who was always compared to his siblings. No matter how hard I smiled... No one ever noticed the tears hidden behind it. So I escaped into novels. Then one impossible wish changed everything. "If only someone would choose me... just once." When I opened my eyes again... I had become the villain's forgotten fiancé. The one history erased before the heroine ever appeared. This time... I won't run from the villain. If the world wants the hero.. . Then I'll choose the villain. After all... Only the villain ever chose me.

Mukul had photographed countless people. Brides glowing with happiness. Grooms hiding their nervousness. Families celebrating their most precious moments. To him, every picture told a story. What he didn't expect was becoming part of one. Hired as a photographer for the wedding of Prakhar and Aakruti, Mukul finds himself surrounded by powerful people, tight security, and secrets he doesn't understand. Among them stands Shushant-the feared man everyone avoids, the man known as the Merciless Monster. Cold. Untouchable. Dangerous. Or so everyone says. Because behind the terrifying reputation, Mukul keeps catching glimpses of someone entirely different. And with every stolen glance, every accidental meeting, and every picture taken, the line between curiosity and love begins to blur. After all, some photographs capture memories. Others capture hearts.

𝐻𝑒 𝑏𝑢𝑖𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑒𝑛𝑐𝑒. 𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑏𝑜𝑦 𝑤𝑎𝑙𝑘𝑒𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑔ℎ 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚 𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑑𝑖𝑑𝑛'𝑡 𝑒𝑥𝑖𝑠𝑡. #𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢 𝐌𝐌 𝐒𝐜𝐢-𝐟𝐢 𝐌𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐲-𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𓆩𓆗𓆪 Omkara Rathore doesn't touch. Not his students. Not his colleagues. Not even his own reflection if it gets too close. A medical science professor with a condition he never chose──his skin rejects contact, his body recoils from scents, and his heart has learned that feeling is a wound he cannot afford. So he stays cold. Stays distant. Stays safe. Until Yaksh Shergill walks into his life. A transfer student with a golden smile and eyes that see too much. Humble. Charming. Everyone's favorite. Omkara should hate him. Instead, for the first time in his life── A scent doesn't repulse him. A touch doesn't rebuke him. It pulls. And that terrifies him more than any disease ever could. But Yaksh isn't what he seems either. Behind that warm facade lives something petty. Something possessive. Something that has decided Omkara Rathore is his to follow. To provoke. To ruin. And when a body is found── When a murder cracks open secrets buried inside Omkara's own blood── They will have to trust each other to survive. But how do you trust someone whose very smell makes you lose control? 𓆩𓆗𓆪 𝑇𝑜𝑢𝑐ℎ 𝑖𝑠 𝑎 𝑤𝑎𝑟 ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑎𝑙𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑡. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟? 𝑇ℎ𝑎𝑡'𝑠 𝑎 𝑑𝑖𝑓𝑓𝑒𝑟𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑘𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑜𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑛.