Fatebound Stories

Isha -"tujhe jeet jeet vaarun, mai praan praan vaaru." Shivansh-"tu jo choole pyaar se, araam se mit jaaun." He was the discipline of dawn. She was the prayer of dusk. He stood in devotion. She knelt in faith. When he walked, the earth bowed; when she smiled, the universe exhaled. He was the soldier who worshipped the soil he bled for, and she was the girl who turned pain into worship. What began as innocence, bloomed into surrender. What began as silence, became Shiv Sakti , a love that wasn't about possession, but about becoming one in devotion.

Et toi, quel est ton souhait ?

❤️‍🩹(She left India with a scholarship-but stayed chained to her past. Two lonely souls, unaware that destiny is slowly pulling them toward each other)❤️‍🩹 Aarohi Mehra leaves India with a one-way ticket and a scholarship she earned through pain, not privilege. Escaping a broken home and a childhood full of scars she never speaks about, she believes distance will finally give her freedom. Miles away lives Veeransh Malhotra-powerful, private, and burdened by a legacy built long before him. A man who controls empires but not the restlessness inside him. They are strangers. Different worlds. Different wounds. But some paths don't cross by accident. They collide by design.

She loses her phone. He returns it. And Maya has no idea why her heart hurts when she hears his name. He remembers their past. She forgot it long ago. But fate didn't. A paper crane, a childhood promise, and rain that always brings memories back. Some loves never really leave.

Haneul, penulis muda yang tengah berada di puncak popularitas, menemukan sebuah novel fantasi tak dikenal saat berlibur di Jeonju. Novel itu berbeda dari ratusan novel yang telah ia baca sebelumnya, alur cerita dan gaya bahasanya seperti memiliki sihir di dalamnya, membuatnya terpaku saat membacanya. Semakin banyak halaman yang ia baca, semakin nyata pula keterikatan aneh yang menghubungkannya dengan sang penulis. Namun satu hal yang janggal, buku itu hanya bisa ditemukan di Jeonju. Anehnya, dia tidak bisa menemukan informasi apapun mengenai sang penulis. Siebenarnya siapa sosok di balik kisah tersebut? Dan mengapa Haneul merasa seakan seluruh cerita itu seakan ditulis untuknya?

Based on the TikTok story of Giorgio and Emil. <3

💼 Aryan Rathore - The name that commands power, success, and a boardroom full of trembling executives. CEO by profession, cynic by nature. Pyaar? That's just a distraction for fools. He's seen enough gold-diggers chase his money to know that love is a glorified scam. 🐾 Dr. Raina Malhotra - A fierce, independent veterinarian with a heart bigger than the wild animals she saves. Bubbly, unapologetically chubby, and radiating sunshine, she's the human version of comfort food. But behind her infectious laughter is a girl who's heard enough taunts about her weight to know that the world isn't always kind. Once betrayed, now guarded, she's sworn off men who think they can tame her. 🖤 One is ice. The other, fire. 👶 One little mischief-maker. 💍 One deal that forces them together. 💔 One battle between past wounds & undeniable chemistry. Pyaar ke khilaf jo ladai inhone chhodi thi... kya woh khud usi ka shikar banne wale hain? 🔥 Enemies. Fake lovers. Soulmates. This is not a love story... it's a destiny-driven war of hearts. ✨ #Fatebound - When Destiny Plays Matchmaker ✨

The room was too big. Too dark, too cold. The stone floor swallowed the heat from his bare skin, and the air smelled of melted wax and something sharp-metallic. Blood. His blood. A thin cut burned across his palm, but he didn't move. He didn't cry. The man had told him not to. "Fatebounds do not cry." Seokjin swallowed hard. He wasn't alone. Across from him, seated on a cushioned chair, was the boy who owned everything Seokjin did not. Silk robes. Warm boots. A gaze too sharp for his age. Kim Namjoon. His master. Seokjin hadn't called him that yet. No one had told him what to say. No one had told him anything-except that he belonged to him now. The magic had said it first. A ring of symbols-glowing, shifting, alive-wrapped around Seokjin's wrist like ink sinking into his veins. It burned. It felt wrong. And when the pain faded, so did something else inside him. Namjoon studied him, gaze flickering to the symbols. His expression was unreadable. "He looks..." A pause. A tilt of his head. "...smaller than I thought he'd be." Seokjin's stomach twisted. He didn't know why. Namjoon leaned forward, voice quiet, eager. "Will he do anything I say?" A hand pressed down on Seokjin's shoulder, forcing him to his knees. "A Fatebound obeys without question." Namjoon smiled. "Good." The first order came right after that.