Alessandra has never believed in safety. Life never gave her a reason to. Pain carved her childhood, silence became her armor, and trust? That was a luxury she could never afford. So when she runs -- bloody, broken, and barely breathing, she doesn't expect saving. She certainly doesn't expect to be taken in by a family dripping in wealth and power and. . . warmth? A mother who refuses to give up on her. A father who watches like he's waiting for her to let him in. And six brothers. Rough. Protective. Complicated. Brothers, who don't know what to do with a sister who won't speak. She doesn't know how to trust. How to believe that maybe not everyone wants to hurt her. Every instinct tells her to run. To shut down. But they don't let her go. Not when she flinches. Not when she hides. Not even when she breaks. Happiness is for other people, or that's what she believes. But when love comes wrapped in gentle patience and fierce protection, when hands reach for her without demand, when hearts break themselves wide open just to hold her... she starts to wonder. Can a girl stitched together with silence and fear ever belong in a family built on love? Can she stand tall when the ghosts of her past refuse to let go? And when danger claws its way back into her life, threatening everything she's come to know... will she find her voice, or will she shatter all over again? Trigger Warnings: Child abuse. Violence. Addiction. Panic attacks. Self-harm. Death, and more.

𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙙𝙚𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙢𝙞𝙡𝙮 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 Aaravi Singh has always lived far from the world she belongs to-raised by her maternal grandparents in India, unaware that she has a family waiting for her across the sea. Her father and brothers have no idea she exists. When her twin unexpectedly arrives in India for a cultural exchange program, everything changes. Aaravi is thrust into a legacy she never knew, a family kept secret for fifteen years, and a truth that will redefine who she is. In a world of shadows and secrets, will she find where she truly belongs? ⚠️ A tiny heads-up before you start: This is a slow-paced emotion-heavy story. The focus is on thoughts, feelings, and taking things step by step-but don't worry, it's not all serious. There's plenty of chaos, banter, and fun along the way too. If you're looking for a fast-paced plot, this might not be your cup of tea. Just thought I'd warn you before you dive in.

KRISHNASAHODARI The heart of Krishna. The wife of Dharma. They say Krishna loved the world. But before Dwarka, before wars, before destiny carved divinity into his name... He loved *her* first. His twin. His womb-sharer. His Hriday. Princess Ksheera. Moon-pale where Krishna was dark as monsoon clouds. Soft laughter wrapped around terrifying strength. A girl who could feed wounded tigers with her bare hands, dance through palace halls with flowers in her hair, and still cradle Krishna's head in her lap when the weight of godhood became too heavy for his human heart. Dwarka worshipped Krishna. But Dwarka loved Ksheera. And perhaps that is why fate became jealous. Because far away in Hastinapur lived a man who belonged more to duty than himself. Yudhishthira. Dharmaraj. The righteous prince. The future king. The man everyone leaned upon while no one noticed he was collapsing silently beneath expectations. A prince so devoted to Dharma that he feared his own anger, his own desires, even his own loneliness. Then Ksheera walks into his life carrying sunlight in her smile and questions in her eyes. And suddenly Dharma itself begins trembling. Because she does not fear him. She laughs at his silences. Challenges his definition of righteousness. Steals food from his plate. Calls him *Sthir* with such softness that the mighty Dharmaraj forgets how to breathe. For the first time in his life, someone sees not the king. Not the crown. Not the burden. Just the man. And Yudhishthira falls first. Falls harder. Falls so deeply that even fire cannot burn it away. But this is Mahabharata. Love here is never simple. A marriage born in haste. A palace built to become a funeral pyre. A kingdom hungry for blood. A prince carrying the weight of Dharma. And a woman who chooses to stand beside him through exile, grief, war, and destiny itself. This is the story of the woman who made the calmest man in Aryavart blush like a boy.

THE RAMAYANA IN KALIYUG ♡Deewangi♡ Meaning✨️ Passion, Love and yearning. This story is filled with deewangi. LAKSHMAN RAGHUVANSHI He was once seventeen, and fell in love for the first time-Aliyah Sharma. The name which still echoed in his heart beat. He was adamant on getting married to her, Until cancer took her away. And she took a peice of him with herself. And now, there was no one to hold him when he collapsed after hearing the news, Because no arms held the same amount of comfort hers did. 5 years later.... He was still in love with her. And he decided, that he will be, forever. Because even death couldnt be stronger than his devotion. URMILA RAJVANSH A whirlwind of chaos who is known for her fearless nature. But among that noise, hides a quiet softness, which craves for love. Because she too, was once a thirteen year old girl who used to imagine her prince charming, And when she met Lakshman Raghuvanshi? He looked exactly like the man in her dreams. From far away, she could smell love on him. But sometimes, you have to fight for love, And so did Urmila. Will Lakshman change? Or will his heart remain with Aliyah? -Deewani✨️ Passion, love and yearning. Rankings- #1 in Ramayana, 10/4/26. #2 in Lakshman, 19/4/26. #1 in Urmila, 4/5/26. #1 in Lakshmila, 6/5/26.

She spent her life fighting monsters no one else dared to see. When the world failed, Vedha built her own system-an underground network that hunted those who thrived on suffering. She predicted betrayal. She accepted the cost. And still-she died saving others. But death was not the end. Reborn in the age of the Mahabharata, she enters a world ruled not by logic-but by dharma. A world where men like Yudhishthira cannot escape righteousness... And beings like Krishna already know how it ends. War is inevitable. Choices are irreversible. Knowledge is not power-it is a burden .If you already know the ending... WOULD YOU STILL TRY TO change it? #1 Mahabharata #3 Mahabharata #5 Mahabharata #1 Yudhistira #1 parashurama #2 Arjuna

Two majestic twins....... Born to dhananjaya and his bhadra, during the vanvaas after the dyut sabha She is Arjun's daughter who was ignored for years by him...... She was the one who brought duryodhana to Dharma's side....... She was karna's favourite daughter..... For she was her mother's precious roshni.... For her brother, she was abhi.... For her kahna and balu mama, rukmini and revathi mami, she was their tejasvini.... For duryodhana, she was his Zara.... For karna, she was his Naina.... For the people she was abhinaya, twin of abhimanyu, daughter of subhadra and their Priya Rajkumar arjun.... For dhritarashtra and Gandhari , she was their Anjali.... For bheeshma, she was his dear mother.... For kunti , she was her gudiya.... For ashwatthama, she was Laila....... Follow her journey to see the adventures she and her gang undergo Just read the book to know. This book is inspired by the book Enigmatic queen by @SuccessSmile. I have made a lot of changes in the story as then I would have copyright issues. It is a similar story but...... With many twists and turns Currently ongoing

Sitara Mehra has one obsession: Samar Kapoor, the superstar cricketer she's been obsessed with for years. She knows his interviews by heart, can quote his stats in her sleep, and has dreamed of meeting him... though she'd never imagined it would actually happen. When Sitara starts her master's at university, she doesn't expect her roommate Meher to be anyone special. That is, until she discovers Meher is Samar's cousin. Close friendship, playful secrets, and shared stories pull Sitara closer to the world she's only admired from afar. Little does she know, Samar has been silently noticing her long before they met, captivated by her genuine love for him, her quirks, and the little things that make her... Sitara. From awkward meet-cutes to flustered encounters, stolen glances, and the heart-throbbing realization that her fantasy might not be just a dream, this is a story about love that's cute, chaotic, and completely irresistible. Tropes: • Cricketer BF x Commoner GF • Cute, simple love • Celebrity love • She fell first, he fell harder • Modern-day romance 🏅#1 in Cricket love story

She Who Waited Why did she wait? What was her fate? Eons have passed since the tale of Mahabharata. The bloody war. But amidst the pages of that legend remains a character without quite an end, seemingly forgotten. But too bright to be lost, let's shed some light on the last consort's past. Cursed she was, as Lakshmi once more- To part from her beloved at every sacred door. Separation, the cruel thread woven through their fate, Lakshmi and Narayan-forever bound, forever too late. As Sita, she bore fourteen years apart, A forested ache carved deep in her heart. But time, ever turning, would not relent- It summoned the pain once more... as if heaven's debt was not yet spent. Avantika-a name the stars gently spoke, A lost princess, bathed in twilight's cloak. A child of prophecy, of love and lore, Bound to Narayan... yet left at fate's door. In Vrindavan's sunlit courtyard she stood, Pure of heart, misunderstood. Left behind not by abandonment, but by sacred decree, Even the Lord of Three Worlds could not set her free. A curse older than time, silent and cold, Stopped destiny's dance, made even gods fold. Her tears were stilled, her smile feigned, A love so bright... yet fate unchained. What bloomed like spring, withered with no warning- A tale of love that turned to mourning. despite it, memory was not all that was left, in her womb life swelled and light that kept.

In the quiet land of Mahishmati, Princess Jaya lives a simple life, loved by her people and untouched by the desires of power or beauty. Her heart, however, belongs somewhere it never should - to Krishna. Not in hope. Not in expectation. Only in silent devotion. As her swayamvara approaches, Jaya prepares to choose a husband among strangers, forcing herself toward a life she understands... away from feelings she refuses to name. But something within her begins to change. A dream. A voice. A presence that feels too real to ignore. She never wished for him. She never imagined him. And yet... her world no longer feels her own. 💓My Dear Lord 💓 A story of devotion, fear, and a love that crosses a line it was never meant to.

𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗮 𝘅 𝗦𝗵𝗮𝗸𝘂𝗻𝗶 𝗱𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿 🪷 "𝗞𝗿𝗶𝘀𝗵𝗻𝗮 : 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗮𝘄, 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗯𝘆 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲." In the age of Sati Yug, there lived an Asura princess whose heart was captivated by the unmatched power and glory of Lord Vishnu. Believing it to be love, she desired to make him her husband. To win him, she performed severe penance and sacrificed comfort, yet Vishnu never accepted her. Heartbroken, the princess refused to let go of her dream. Seeing her stubborn devotion, the royal sages advised her to worship Lord Shiva, the one even Vishnu revered. Pleased by her tapasya, Mahadev appeared before her. But he spoke the truth-Vishnu would never accept her until she abandoned the darkness within her heart: pride, greed, desire, and selfish longing. But the princess would not surrender. She began an impossible vow-to chant one hundred billion mantras while standing upon a tree. She gave away her youth, beauty, and entire life to devotion. Even Mahadev was moved by her determination and decided that when her final chant was complete, her wish would be granted. Yet fate had other plans. When only one final name remained, old age claimed her life. She was reborn in Kaliyug, unaware of her past and disconnected from faith. But destiny drew her back to a Shiva temple. There, in a tragic accident, she took her final breath before the idol of Mahadev. From her lips escaped one forgotten word-Shiv. This time, Lord Shiva fulfilled his promise. She was reborn in Dwapar Yug as the daughter of Prince Shakuni of Gandhara. Bound by an ancient vow, Vishnu was now destined to marry her. But the question remains... Will Vishnu truly accept her? Will he marry her only as a duty? Or will a marriage born from vows and fate blossom into real love?