𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆-𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆, 𝒌𝒂𝒃 𝒕𝒖𝒎 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒕 𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒆, 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒂. 🌛 𝑱𝒐 𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒌𝒂𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒈𝒖𝒔𝒔𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂, 𝒘𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒂𝒃 𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒂 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊. 🩷 - 𝑨𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒂 𝑷𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒂 ❝ 𝑻𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆-𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆, 𝒌𝒂𝒃 𝒕𝒖𝒎𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒇𝒊𝒌𝒓 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒆 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂, 𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒊 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒍𝒂. ❞ 𝑾𝒐 𝒂𝒋 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒅𝒊 𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒃𝒍𝒆𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒊- 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒅 𝒎𝒆𝒓𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒃𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒊 𝒃𝒉𝒊. 🤍 - 𝑵𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒊𝒍 𝑴𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒓𝒂 𝑾𝒐 𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒕𝒆-𝒍𝒂𝒅𝒕𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆-𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆 𝒆𝒌-𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒓𝒆 𝒌𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒂𝒚𝒆. 🫠🩷 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔 🥀 ♡ 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝑳𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ♡ 𝑩𝒊𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒑𝒍𝒆 ♡ 𝑺𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝑩𝒖𝒓𝒏 ♡ 𝑺𝒉𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑭𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕, 𝑯𝒆 𝑭𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝑯𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒓 ✨

𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈 𝐆𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐂 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 #𝟏 A tale drenched in curses, rain, and ruined royalty - Book 1 She slipped behind the thick trunk of a towering tree, pressing her back against its rough bark. Her chest heaved violently, breath escaping in short, ragged pants that shattered the fragile silence of the woods. Panic clawed at her throat. She quickly covered her mouth with one trembling hand to muffle the sound, terrified of drawing more attention, while the other gripped the torch, now switched off, so tightly her knuckles blanched. The footsteps were closer now. Slow. Steady. Unhurried. She could feel them, each step sinking into the earth like a deliberate claim. Her eyes squeezed shut when the sound stopped abruptly. On the other side of the tree, so close she could almost feel his presence through the bark, stood a shadow. He was leaning slightly forward against the front of the trunk... while she stood pressed against the back, only the rough strip of wood separated them, only inches. If she extended her hand just a little, She would touch him. "I know you're here," he whispered, his voice low and husky, the sound sliding down her spine like cold silk. She bit down hard on her lower lip to keep from gasping, afraid even the smallest sound would betray her. The pressure drew a bead of crimson from the soft flesh of her petal-like lip, and she tasted iron on her tongue. On the other side of the trunk, his pupils darkened. His head tilted slightly, leaning closer to the bark as if he could sense the warmth of her through it. With unhurried ease, he slipped a cigarette from the front pocket of his jacket. The soft flick of his lighter broke the silence, a brief flare of gold illuminating the sharp lines of his face. The flame kissed the tip. "I can feel your presence, you know," he murmured, tapping the cigarette lightly with his finger before bringing it back to his mouth.

He loved her... but never said it. She loved him too... but thought he never could. Arya and Ruhi were never strangers. They were almost everything-best friends, silent supporters, late-night conversations, unfinished sentences... and a love that lived in between. He waited for the right moment. She waited for a sign. But timing has a cruel way of breaking the stories that could have been perfect. Every smile hid a confession. Every goodbye carried words they never spoke. And somewhere between "hello" and "goodbye"... they both lost a love that was always theirs-just never said out loud. "Somewhere Between Hello and Goodbye" is not just a love story. It's about missed chances, silent feelings, and the heartbreak of realizing... you both felt the same, just never at the same time. If you've ever stayed quiet when your heart was screaming... this story will stay with you. 💔

They met at a wedding-hated each other at first glance, but destiny had other plans. What started as cold stares and sharp words slowly turned into stolen glances and unspoken feelings. Sounds like a perfect love story, right? But life is never that simple. Rishi Singh Rathore An MBBS student, a biker by passion and a rising influencer. To the world, he's charming, confident, and adored by thousands. But behind the flawless smiles and fame lies a loneliness no one truly understands. Divya Chauhan A cheerful, girl-next-door, a semi classical dancer and a dedicated NEET aspirant. She radiates happiness wherever she goes, but the weight of her struggles and silent battles remains hidden behind her bright smile. They meet at a big, bustling Bihari wedding-vibrant, chaotic, and unforgettable. He hates Bihar for reasons buried deep in his past, and that bitterness makes him push her away. She, on the other hand, has no patience for his arrogance or his drama. Two people, one wedding, countless memories. From bitter clashes to quiet moments under the wedding lights, their journey is filled with love, trust, heartbreak, and healing. Come join them in this epic saga where hate turns into love, strangers become soulmates, and a wedding changes two lives forever.

'Maanvi Arora' and 'Sharanya Bisht', whose lives are completely different from each other. But if the life is different, the luck should also be different, it is not necessary! Their lives may be completely different from each other, but their destinies are bound. And the person who connects their fate is 'Niskarsh Bedi'. 'Niskarsh Bedi', the younger son of the Bedi family who lives miles away from his family in Canada. Maanvi Arora, who is engaged to Niskarsh's elder brother Abhimaan Bedi, who hates Niskarsh. Nearly fifteen years later, Niskarsh has returned to India, taking Maanvi who had gone to Canada two years back for studies. But on seeing Manvi, both the Bedi family and the Arora family were stunned. What such change has happened inside Manvi in these two years, which has surprised everyone? Why does Abhimaan hate his own brother Niskarsh? And, why was Niskarsh living in Canada away from his family for fifteen years? And who is Sharanya? After all, how is her fate intertwined with Manvi's? All rights reserved by me @Satyanshi_Sinha.

(Book 1 in Forbidden Series) Leonardo Rosewood A kind but lonely 30-year-old guy, he's had some experiences that turned him into an atheist. He works as a high-ranking officer for the British East India Company. He commands power and respect. He's not rude, but he's not exactly the friendliest person either. Radha A 19-year-old girl with an innocent curiosity to explore the world, she faced a heartbreak when society forced her into marriage at of sixteen, wedded to a forty-eight-year-old stranger. Each day became unbearable as she silently endured pain, wondering if this is how her life would be. Yet, even in the pain, a hope burned within her, only because of her Kanha. She prayed to her Kanha, believing that someday, despite the harsh realities, she might find her own path to happiness and freedom. A love story that was never meant to be... but fate had other plans. Will their love endure and blossom in the orthodox society? Or would they get bleedingly ripped apart and forgotten in history? (This story is set in the 1910s in India, during the colonization era.) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction set in 1910s India and is not historically accurate. It is purely for entertainment purposes and does not intend to whitewash British colonial rule. The characters and events are fictional and should not be seen as a reflection of real history.

And that day, again, a 15-year-old screamed, which was expectantly unheard; her screams were muffled, suppressed, but she screamed, she screamed, she screamed in search of a Krishna in this kalyug. But did he come? He did not. Because he was busy bawling his eyes in his guilt, guilt of creating a vicious creature; Men. Are these even considered men? My head jerked to the left as I stared at my mother, tied with chains, torn clothes, and blood trickling down her forehead. Her satisfactory smirk flattered me as soon as her eyes met mine. Is this what we call Maa? "Agar dar ki aakho me dekhoge, dar tumse darega." These were the last lines of my father. Jaate jaate bhi bhut kuch sikha gaye. Even if this is how I die, I don't deserve an unworthy death like this. I refuse to die because the day I close my eyes, I will be doing it willingly. My hand stumbled upon Aruval; either this would be the end of me or him. Taking it in my hand, I hit it on his neck with all the energy I could summon up. His head jerked up in half as it landed just beside my mom's feet. His blood splashed over me giving me a sense of relief, tears shone in my eyes. Har asur ke vinash ke liye ek Krishna janam leta hai par is baar kali janamegi. Vinash toh tay hai ya uska ya Mera. "Toh likho laal kalam se, Gita ka unisva adhyay, Kaleen Singh Chauhan ki maut mere hatho hi hogi." And this was the rise of satan in the world of Rajtantra. Yeh tha ek ant: ka prarambh. A war between Bhay and Karma.

𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘥𝘥𝘩 𝘋𝘦𝘴𝘪 𝘙𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐎𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐋𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 When it gets to the verge where you don't feel connections with anyone, the feeling of giving everything up eats you. 𝙈𝙖𝙮𝙧𝙖 𝘿𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙧𝙖𝙟𝙜𝙞𝙧, an aspiring scholar who struggles amidst the chaos occurred months ago that disrupts her life and a constant unsettling feeling gnaws at her. After her sister left her. She's no more the same person she used to be... . 𝘼𝙖𝙧𝙖𝙫 𝙋𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙝𝙖𝙖𝙧, the youngest son of Abeer Parihaar. With full inspiration of living his life to the fullest, Aarav has his goals set - drive the best cars, thrive on your intrusive thoughts.. and never look back. . Due to some positive deviations in both of their lives, a strange obsession to drive one another on the edge overpowers their wits. "I HATE YOU" "Kiss me and say that" **smirks** AaravxMayra

A melodious laugh suddenly resonated in Anamika's ears as she looked in the direction from where it came. Anamika was mesmerised at what she saw. Eklavya was laughing heartily as he played around with the pups. Who also were chasing him with great pleasure. Anamika had always seen him with a frown etched on his heavenly crafted face, eyes jaded with annoyance, an overwhelming hauteur looming around him. But never had she seen him so carefree as he was looking at this moment. Fooling around with the pups as they chased after him, the smile on his face made him look amiable, his face glowing with cheeriness. At this moment he didn't look forbidden but rather amicable. The pups seemed to sense her presence as they hurriedly ran towards her and successfully placing his attention on her. Laughing at their enthusiasm she gave the bags to Rudra and captured both the pups in her arms. Eklavya strolled towards them leisurely with his eyes on the brown-haired girl who was busy teasing the little pups. "What are their names?" He asked in his usual deep voice that never failed to arrest her senses. And suddenly her lips felt dry and instinctively she moved her tongue over them sensuously. And the action didn't go unnoticed by his perceiving deep eyes. And so, her absolute resolution of avoiding him came crashing down horribly. ~~~~~~~~ Anamika is a 16 years old girl, and had just returned to her roots after staying for two long years in Varanasi. Now, she's back in Dehradun. With a family that includes her crazy grandparents, an elder sister and a little brother along with her parents, of course, Anamika is all set to have a blast these oncoming years. But what she never expected was to fall on a complete stranger on her first day at Dehradun, that too on her best friend's cousin, the brooding angel, Eklavya. ~~~~~~~ Swarna_Mriga. Eklavya @2019. Cover. All rights to its owner.

Touching our favourite superstar is a far fetched dream but what if one day you actually get to touch the star of your dreams but that rather than being your blessing turns out to be a curse? A dark one. Nandini Murthy being a diehard fan of Manik Malhotra falls head over heels in love with her favourite superstar but sometimes this fangirling comes with a price escaping which is a scary blind-alley.