"Politics isn't merely about power; it's about wielding influence with finesse, orchestrating the dance of nations on the world stage." ••• Welcome to a tale that echoes through the luxurious enclaves of the capital to its very downtrodden streets. Trayaksh Dev Khatri, a man of formidable ambition and unwavering resolve, gets entangled with Ananya Sen, a young woman with dreams as vast as the sky and a heart as tender as a daisy. Their destinies intertwine through an arranged marriage, orchestrated by Trayaksh's formidable grandmother. A single encounter is all it takes. Just one. Thus, the heavens set its own fate by uniting the two--no room of regret anymore. And so, a feral obsession begins. "People assume it's her tears that ignite my rage," A scornful chuckle left his lips. "Fools." He uttered with a menacing sneer. "It's the slightest shadow of discontent on her face, a single disheveled golden curl, a gaze that holds anything but sheer delight. Tears? They're the tipping point where I lose all restraint and set the world ablaze, turning the heavens to cinders." His declaration ended with a dangerous, chilling air, his eyes glinting lethally like shards of ice. Venture into a world where politics meets passion, blurring the lines between light and darkness within the tumultuous embrace of destiny. ARC I : His Feral Obsession ••• Now available with English Translations. ••• BEST RANKINGS #1 Chief Minister #1 Prime Minister #1 He fell First and Harder #1 Obsessive Husband #1 Possessive Husband #1 Possession #1 Elite #1 Ruthless #1 Influential #1 Wealth #1 Politics #1 Wattpad Authors #1 Wattpad Indian Story #3 Forced Proximity #5 Dark Love #5 Doting #6 Dark Romance #7 Desi ••• ⚠ WARNING : This story contains mature content including strong language and depictions of violence that may not be suitable for some readers. Reader's discretion is advised. •••

After her parents died on a tragic accident, Val Grady has to live her new life with her uncle, Owen Grady, in Jurassic World, where befriended all the dinosaurs, including a pack of Velociraptors and two hybrids that took a liking at her. But she will soon discover a hidden secret that was kept from her and her family.

They performed her last rites. While she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies - they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal - but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

History! The word itself whispered of untold tales, of civilizations risen and fallen, of heroes and villains, of triumphs and tragedies. It was a siren song, enticing and fascinating, pulling Sana Arora into its depths. The unbelievable stories, the slow, inexorable evolution of the world from dust to the present day - this was the very air she breathed, the blood in her veins. Sana, a student of history, didn't just study the past; she lived it, breathed it, became a part of it. She delved so deeply into her research, so completely immersed herself in the lives of those who came before, that the lines between observer and observed blurred. The weight of history pressed down on her. How could she, a young woman in the 21st century, possibly react, act, think, and behave when the narratives she read, researched, and analyzed suddenly and unexpectedly included her? The past wasn't a static collection of dates and names; it was a living, breathing entity, reaching out to touch her own life in ways she couldn't have imagined. Prepare yourself for a wild, exhilarating journey with Sana Arora. This is not a simple academic pursuit; this is a madcap adventure, a whirlwind exploration of the undiscovered. As Sana navigates the tangled threads of history, she uncovers not just forgotten facts and figures, but hidden truths that resonate with her own existence, challenging her assumptions and altering her understanding of the world - and her place within it. Turn the page and embark on a ride filled with surprises, revelations, and the kind of exhilarating fun that only history, when truly engaged with, can offer.

A corrupt politician's dangerous obsession with a college girl. He is a villain who will burn the world just to save her. She is a hero who will burn him to save the world. 🌑❤️‍🔥🔱 He walked towards the window and lit a cigarette. "I have compassion for no one, except you. I have no feelings for anyone else. I care for nothing, and no one, but you." ••• A hundred years ago, there lived an ardent devotee of Maa Kali. In his final act of devotion, he offered the ultimate sacrifice-his own beloved wife. Years after his death, he was reborn as Chandrasekhar Mukherjee, a powerful yet corrupt politician. Haunted by memories of his past life, Chandrasekhar now has only one purpose: to find the reincarnation of his wife and reunite with her. One day, he hears a simple, middle-class girl singing a hymn dedicated to Maa Kali. The moment her voice reaches him, he knows-she is the one. But there's one problem: she doesn't remember him... or the love they once shared. Now, he shall do anything in his power to make her his again, and mind you, he is the defination of power itself. Follow the story of two opposites, two sides of the universe: Evil and Good. Main Theme: Desi Gothic + Dark Romance + Psychological + Horror + Tantrism

Some souls are bound by more than time. Some love is written deeper than memory. Death may silence voices, but vows learn how to wait. And fate always returns. Some love stories do not end. ________ ~300 CE "Atharvvv--" She whispered "If souls are reborn -bring me back to her. Strip me of crown, kingdom, memory - I will accept it all. Just do not strip me of the right to find her. And when I do... let me protect her, in every life, from everything that once killed her, even myself." He prayed to Mahakaal _______ ~2025 The air shifted. The bells rang loudly in Mahakaal Mandir . She straightened slowly, fingers still brushing the cold stone. When she turned, her eyes met his - and for a breathless second, neither of them existed as they were. Then the feeling snapped. She looked away first. He didn't. He never would again. ___________________________________________

The world didn't end with fire. It ended with forgetting. In 2132, pain was outlawed. Memories of grief, trauma, and fear were erased at birth, stored inside the Vault, and replaced with manufactured calm. Humanity became safe. Stable. Empty. But Dr. Elara Myles has stopped taking her doses. She remembers her brother Cade-erased, declared unstable, lost to a forbidden "skip." And when she hacks into the Vault, she discovers a secret directory: Protocol 7A, a program that doesn't just delete the past-it loops the future. Now, hunted by the Accord, Elara carries the most dangerous thing in a world built on silence: the truth. A dystopian sci-fi thriller about memory, identity, and the cost of never feeling pain.

She opened a book. She wore a ring. And history forgot its silence. Aradhya Mishra wasn't searching for adventure. A literature student lost in dusty libraries and forgotten poetry, she just wanted peace. Instead, she found a story erased from time-a kingdom buried in silence, a ring that should've stayed untouched, and a name that history condemned without a second glance. Samraat Vivaan Aryaveer Pratap Sen. A king forgotten by the world. No portrait. No legacy. Only a single book remembers him- and even that calls him a monster. but what if everything known about him is nothing but a lie. Dragged into a century she doesn't belong to, Aradhya must navigate royal lies, bloodstained legacies, and a haunting pull toward a man she was never meant to meet. Because fate has chosen her. And history... is about to be rewritten. ✨NOTE✨ This story will also be uploaded on Inkitt, username: Luna_Laced_Lies Written by Luna Laced Lies #OfAshesAndOaths #Lunalacedlies

"Sign here," Rajvansh ordered, his voice dripping with dominance. Mahira's eyes widened in fear as she read the papers, her mind racing with questions. "What is this?" she stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. Rajvansh's response was cold and calculating. "It says you'll work for me, do whatever I say. "The bodyguards raised their guns, aiming them at Mahira's head. Rajvansh's gaze flicked to them, and then back to Mahira. "If you don't sign, they'll shoot you , and you and your unborn child will be gone" he said, his voice cold and still.

"Samay ne unhe alag kiya. Samay hi unhe fir milaayega" 🪔🦚🐚🪕🦢 Some stories are written once. Theirs is written every lifetime. She is a filmmaker drawn to forgotten legends tales of star-crossed lovers, cursed rivers, shadow-beings, and divine echoes. Stories no one remembers... yet feel strangely familiar to her. Then there is him the man who appears in places he shouldn't, who knows paths she hasn't taken, and whose eyes hold a silence older than memory. Every story she uncovers pulls them closer. Every step they take awakens something the world forgot. And somewhere between past and present, dreams and waking, destiny and choice the Kaalchakra, the eternal wheel of time, begins to stir. Some bonds return with every birth. Some truths wait for the right moment. And some loves... refuse to end. KAALCHAKRA - a dark, timeless tale where myth bleeds into the modern world, and two souls walk a path written long before they were born