ꜱʜᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴅɪᴇ ꜱᴏ ʏᴏᴜɴɢ, ɴᴏʀ ᴅɪᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴇxᴘᴇᴄᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ʀᴇɪɴᴄᴀʀɴᴀᴛᴇᴅ ɪɴ ᴀ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ᴄᴇʀᴛᴀɪɴʟʏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ʜᴀʟꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟꜱᴏɴ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ᴅᴏ ᴏɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪꜱᴇ, ᴀ ᴛᴇᴇɴᴀɢᴇʀ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴅɪꜰꜰᴇʀᴇɴᴛ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ ꜱɴᴀᴛᴄʜᴇᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ʟɪᴛᴛʟᴇ ɢɪʀʟ? ᴇᴠᴇɴ ɪꜰ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ, ɪᴛ'ꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴀ ᴘɪᴄɴɪᴄ, ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴜᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴇɴᴇᴍɪᴇꜱ ᴛʜᴇʏ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʜᴀꜱ ᴀᴛ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄᴏʀɴᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ. ᴀᴄᴛɪɴɢ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴍɪᴋᴀᴇʟꜱᴏɴ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ꜱɪᴍᴘʟᴇ ᴛᴀꜱᴋ, ɴᴏᴛ ᴡʜᴇɴ ꜱʜᴇ ʜᴀꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ, ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍꜱ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴ ɪɴꜰᴀɴᴛ. ᴏʜ! ᴡᴀɪᴛ, ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ʜᴇʀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍꜱ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ. ɴᴏᴛ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴀ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ꜰᴀᴍɪʟʏ ʙʏ ʜᴇʀ ꜱɪᴅᴇ.

Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when they have to make public appearances and play the perfect family but other than that, no one cares if she sometimes cry herself to sleep or just sits by the window of her room for hours with a book, unnoticed or if she misses her meals and honestly, she has stopped minding anything now. She has stopped feeling anything. In her twenty one years of existence, people have rarely bothered about her but she wants one thing for herself, to be independent and thankfully, her parents don't mind her going to college. Shivaay Singh Rathore is a man of a few, but straight words. Multi-Billionaire at twenty-eight, life hadn't spared him the kindness to have a childhood everyone deserves. He is honest and his past is something no one truly can speak about and carries a roguish charm to his demigod looks. Unwanted and uncared for are two different feelings but at the end of the tunnel, both find their base in loneliness. These two will too. Well, destiny and its mysterious ways.

When Harry gets lost in the halls of Hogwarts during his first year, he comes across a very helpful older student. This encounter changed the trajectory of his seven years at Hogwarts. He loses the rose-coloured glasses he'd had on pretty quickly, learns not all Slytherins ae evil, and widens his circle of friends beyond Ron and Hermione. He also realises that he has people at his side who would do anything to help him, so he doesn't shoulder everything on his own. This is the story of how Harry got one person who was on his side through everything, always, and how that might've changed his life at Hogwarts for the better. ------- This story contains a lot of original character who are a major part of the plot and fashion that isn't quite realistic. If you don't like this, I don't think you'll enjoy this story. Otherwise, I hope you enjoy! I have been writing this for a while, and it's become a bit of a pet project for me. Art used is not mine!!!

"Preeta Di! Are you not going to do anything?" Shristi asked shaking Preeta by her shoulders. Preeta looked at the mandap, where Karan was taking Pehras with Mahira, without blinking. Her eyes engraving these moments into her brain. "Now you are husband and wife," Pandit ji announced, Preeta blinked, the tears falling freely, before leaving the venue. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- This is a fanfiction, based on the Mahira and Karan's marriage track.

Kainat × Agastya!!🩷 Kainat Sabharwal, a 23-year-old architectural businesswoman, is celebrated for her innovative designs and sharp business acumen. She entered the business world young to fulfill her ailing father's dream, sacrificing her childhood to bring him pride. Her architectural firm quickly gained recognition, earning respect from peers and loyalty from employees. Beneath her composed exterior lies a restless spirit, yearning for more than blueprints and boardrooms. ✧🪐✧ Agastya Agnivanshi, the city's most feared mafia lord, is a name whispered with a mix of awe and terror. His rise to power is built on ruthless ambition and unyielding control, spanning illicit enterprises from underground gambling to sophisticated money laundering. Agastya commands loyalty through charisma and fear, with his shadowy past a constant reminder of the sacrifices made for his position. The brutality of his world has made his past his armor, shielding him from vulnerabilities that enemies might exploit. ✧🪐✧ In the midst of the glittering lights and elegantly dressed attendees, Kainat and Agastya lock eyes across the room. The instant connection between them is undeniable. Kainat is struck by Agastya's enigmatic presence and the dark allure that surrounds him. In turn, Agastya is captivated by Kainat's innocence and the kindness that radiates from her. ✧🪐✧ Drawn to each other by forces they can't fully comprehend, their lives become dangerously intertwined. Despite their initial resistance, Kainat and Agastya find themselves repeatedly crossing paths, each encounter deepening the unspoken bond between them. ◎CEO × Mafia ◎Age gap ◎Forced marriage ◎Love after marriage ◎Revenge ◎Villians love ◎Past traumas ◎He fell first ◎Slow burn romance ~navi1824🩷🌿 ~Navya

"You want to die?" "I will die despite the fact I don't want to. Life and death coexist. It's not like we can escape it." ⊶⤟ ❦ ⤠⊷ Following the slaughter of her parents, Helen Kotov is obliged to return to her brothers who abandoned her at the age of ten. Afresh, at eighteen, Helen Kotov is ruined and damaged beyond repair. She was an empty shell, yearning for warmth in the coldness that clawed at her life. Her hand was bloodied with the souls she continued to massacre. She is known to the world as the invincible assassin, V. Azel Valente, playing the role of the Kotov family's eldest hair for the prior 7 years. However, his true identity is unknown. He is a spy, infiltrating the Kotov family. Just what is he trying to obtain? Secrets are exposed, eradicating people's heart, massacring several lives and unleashing true intentions. Will the most wounded find their homes? If not, will they taint their hands with more blood? Who knows? ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴛᴏ ғɪɴᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ. ℳ𝑒𝓁 ⟿ All images used in the book do not belong to me, credit to the rightful owner.

" Do not be mistaken little flower, you are mine and mine alone. Any man who looks at you longer than three seconds will be dealt in a manner I find fitting. This is my kingdom and I run it the way I see it competent." Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi, the king of Rajasthan announced as he occupied his big, intimidating throne and I stood as far away from his as I possibly could and I shivered under his mocking gaze. " The last time I checked, I was a living human being and not a thing to be possessed Ranaji. You may be the king and own this kingdom and the will of people here but you most certainly don't own me. I will not submit and neither will I do what you want me to. This is my life and I should be the one who makes decisions for myself." I don't know where this undiscovered confidence was coming within me in front of him but I was giving my best to not let it slip away. All I heard was a laughter which oscillated in the otherwise empty throne room as he stood up on his feet and started to walk to where I was standing. His gaze, which was mocking me earlier had now turned stoic which rooted me to the spot I was standing at. I couldn't as much as attempt to run away. " You are only helping me, little one. I am not the one to back out from a challenge and when the incentive is as ravishing as you, how can I lose?" He asked as he stopped merely inches away from me and with the back of his hand, traced the single strand of hair which was framing my face right till my chin, his fingers still lingering. There was a solid 0.001% chance that I could have avoided this trouble named Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi but who was I kidding? I was a walking trouble magnet and what was 0.001% if not an over-expecting hope of something not happening? Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi takes Siya Dhar's world by storm when she steals his heart without even have the knowledge of doing so!

Anabeth Parish: The black sheep of the house. In front of her elder siblings, she was a good for nothing trash. But what she did have was courage and confidence in her talent and above all, by no way was she an innocent princess. Except, that Adonis of a man was never in her equation of success. But he made his way into her heart and she didn't know how to forget him. So she'll do the next best thing, capture his heart and make him her prisoner. Theodore Maxwell: A hot billionaire, one of the most sought after bachelor of America. He was cold, ruthless and unfeeling. That was until he met a hot seductress who had him wrapped around her little finger. She wanted time to make a name for herself, and he would give it to her. But after that, his arms was the only place she belonged to. She wanted to make him her prisoner. But the woman did not know, he had been her prisoner all along.

Anabeth Parish: The black sheep of the house. In front of her elder siblings, she was a good for nothing trash. But Ana never had any inferiority complex, thanks to her family's support. She believes despite what people say, she will find her place in the world. But what happens when Ana really does find it? What happens when she has a successful career and a man that adores her to all his might? What happens when this black sheep turn into a dark horse? A heartbreaking story of betrayal begins. Theodore Maxwell is the the King of business world, one of the hottest, richest and most unapproachable guy a person could meet. But the later changes when his stone heart stirs with unknown emotions when he met the optimistic and bubbly Ana. With one meeting, this innocent beauty has him wrapped around her pinky finger, with one look, this Adonis of a man had her wet. But when they end up together, problems start. This is a story of two dark horses finding there happily ever after through a series of trials.

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐒 sᴏᴍᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇᴍ, ᴏᴛʜᴇʀs sᴀʏ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ sᴛᴀʀs ᴛʜᴀᴛ sʜᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴀʟɪɢɴᴇᴅ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʀᴇ ʙᴏᴛʜ ᴀʀᴇ ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ғᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀɢᴇs, ʏᴇᴛ sᴏ ʙʟɪɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ sᴇᴇ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴛᴀʀᴄʀᴏssᴇᴅ ғᴀᴛᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴍᴀʏʙᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ's ᴇɴᴅ, ᴏʀ ʙᴇᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ᴛʀᴀɢᴇᴅʏ. ᴀ sᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ᴡʀɪᴛᴛᴇɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ sᴛᴀʀs sᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ sᴛᴏʀʏ. 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇 ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀsᴛ ʟᴇᴀʀɴs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ. 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈.... ᴘʜɪʟᴏsᴏᴘʜᴇʀ's sᴛᴏɴᴇ- 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐓𝐄𝐃 ᴄʜᴀᴍʙᴇʀ ᴏғ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs- 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 ᴘʀɪsᴏɴᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴀᴢᴋᴀʙᴀɴ- 𝐈𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 [𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆] [𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃- 𝟎𝟗/𝟏𝟔/𝟐𝟏]