[ a desi story] in which an assassin visits a particular ice cream truck after every kill to help soothe the bitter aftertaste in his heart.

Dr. Atreyi Banerjee, a 26-year-old statistics prodigy, has already earned the respect of her students and colleagues at a prestigious university in Delhi. Passionate about the intersection of statistics and the digital world, she lives and breathes numbers. But outside the classroom, her life is marked by solitude and the wreckage of failed relationships-sacrifices made in the name of ambition. Dr. Atharv Malhotra, 32, is a charismatic mathematics professor fresh from a prestigious fellowship abroad. His lectures are magnetic, his students loyal, and his career graph steep. Like Atreyi, he's sacrificed personal connection for professional brilliance. Both of them are driven. Brilliant. Isolated. Like charges, they should repel each other. But when fate-or perhaps the mischievous she-devil called Destiny-throws them into each other's orbit, the laws of attraction might just rewrite themselves. Will these two fiercely independent minds collide or converge?

" 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!

Kanishk Kapoor was a workaholic. Cracking deals, attending business meetings, making money was all he knew until she came. She turned his world upside down which he was not at all ready for. Siya Diwan wasn't a workaholic but she knew how much importance to give to her work as well as family. When she gets hitched with a workaholic like Kanishk she doesn't know how to make the relation work well, with a man like him, it was definite that her life will be full of surprises. * Please note :- I belong to a Marathi Household, English is not my first language, there might be some grammatical mistakes, please ignore.* (Bound In Love Series Book 1)

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?