He never wore a crown, never held a gun... but still, he ruled her world. She was born with blood on her hands and fire in her veins-the mafia princess everyone feared. A girl who could break ribs without breaking a sweat, yet secretly dreamed of fairy tales. And he? He was just a boy with flour-dusted fingers and a heart too pure for her dark world. A gamer. A dreamer. The last person you'd expect to survive her storm. But fate doesn't ask for permission. One forced marriage. One innocent heart trapped in her dangerous empire. One girl who would tear down the underworld to protect the only man who made her feel human. She was raised to be a queen of crime- But for him, she chose to be his princess first... and his protector forever. After all, he wasn't just her husband. He was... Her innocent King. 👑

𝗜𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝘀𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝘃𝗶𝗹, 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿 𝘀𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗲𝗹𝗳. . . . Some love stories don't end. They end you. Lily Roy thought moving to another city to attend the best private college in the country would be fun. And it was, until she met the Hunters. With a taste for trouble, Lily Roy was never meant to survive the hunt. But unknowingly, she falls for one of them. Because surviving the Hunters is one thing. But loving one of them? That only leads to a Dead End. As this is a dark romance, I highly recommend seeing the author's note.

"𝑰𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒊𝒔 𝒎𝒚 𝒔𝒊𝒏... 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒓." Devraj Suryavanshi is on the verge of becoming one of the country's youngest MLAs, carrying a political legacy built on power, loyalty, and secrets no one dares to question. Vedika Shekhawat is a fearless journalist determined to uncover the truths his family has spent years burying. She was never supposed to become part of his life. To Devraj, Vedika was meant to be nothing more than a weapon in the revenge he had planned against her father. A pawn whose name could wound the man he held responsible for destroying his family. Instead, she became the one weakness he could no longer control. Bound together by a marriage neither of them can escape, Vedika finds herself trapped inside the Suryavanshi empire, where every smile hides an agenda, every relationship carries a debt, and every locked door guards a truth written in blood. The deeper she digs into Devraj's family, the more dangerous her questions become. Why was she kept away from India for twenty years? What truly happened between the Shekhawats and the Suryavanshis? And why does the man who married her for revenge protect her as though losing her would destroy him? Some secrets were buried to protect a legacy. Some were buried to hide a crime. And some were buried because the truth could ruin them both. For the first time, Devraj must choose between the Virasat he was born to protect and the woman he would burn it all down for. Because she was supposed to be the price of her father's sins. Instead, she became the reason Devraj might destroy everything he was born to inherit.

All rights reserved In the year 2025, young historian Vedika has dedicated her life to uncovering the lost stories of ancient India. Her latest expedition leads her deep into the Western Ghats, where legends whisper of a once-mighty empire- Mahishmati, now buried beneath time and silence. When Vedika and her team uncover the long-lost palace ruins, she feels drawn to one sealed chamber, untouched for centuries. Inside, she finds something.. A fragment of a broken mirror. The artifact calls to her in a way she cannot explain. Ignoring protocol, Vedika takes the mirror home. At first, it's just a piece of history to study. But soon, strange things begin to happen. The mirror hums faintly in her presence. Its surface seems to ripple like water. Then one night, as moonlight spills across her desk, she sees a reflection that is not her own. A pair of dark, watchful eyes stare back at her through the fractured glass. He speaks a language long dead, yet she understands every word. He calls her Devi. He tells her of a kingdom, of battles, of betrayal. Coming from a lonely home, Vedika begins to live for these midnight conversations. The voice in the mirror becomes her secret, her solace. The man within it feels impossibly real- commanding yet vulnerable, a ruler burdened by destiny. His name is Bhalladeva, Crown Prince of Mahishmati. The same Bhalladeva whom history remembers as a tyrant. As their connection deepens, Vedika sees the man behind the legend, the son striving for his father's pride. The prince overshadowed by his brother, the heart hidden beneath layers of ambition. She begins to wonder if history got him wrong. She faces a question that could change history: can love transform a man destined to be a villain, or is fate stronger than even the heart? A Rift in time for Bhalladeva is a sweeping tale of love, destiny, and redemption. A story where the past and future collide, and one woman's courage might rewrite the fate of an empire.

. . . ✨✨✨ . . . Kidnapped on her first birthday. Raised in an orphanage. Loved by everyone... except the two people she trusted most. At 30, she was betrayed and killed by her own boyfriend and best friend - murdered for her beauty, her innocence, and the love she effortlessly received. But death wasn't the end. When her blood touched the Red Jade locket she had worn since birth, fate awakened. She was reborn at seventeen. This time - she remembers everything. This time - she has power. This time - she won't love blindly. With supernatural abilities, a photographic memory, and a hidden royal identity tied to the Italian throne and mafia empire, she rises as a future business empress. But somewhere in the shadows, a devil is watching. A Russian-American mafia king - cold, ruthless, dangerously obsessed. And when he decides she belongs to him... There will be no escape. This is a fictional story, and it can be something that will think like a chinese stories so hope u guys like it and support me just like u have supported my previous story

A tale of past lovers reborn as the heirs of enemy families. ____________________________________ ___________________ "Dhruvvvvvvvvvvvv!" she screamed and pushed them with all the strength she had. She ran to him, fell to her knees, crying loudly and screaming. There was a fruit basket on it with a knife. She took out the knife. "D-don't... k-koi pass nahi aayega..." tears were flowing from her eyes. "Heart, I'm sorry. Main humari kismat nahi badal paya," he said while hugging her. Tears were flowing from his eyes. His chest was getting heavy as his breaths were getting stuck in his throat. She shook her head in denial. "Nahi, Dhruv... hum saath hain... chahe marne ke baad hi kyun na ho." She rested her head on Dhruv's chest and whispered, "I... I told you na, there is no Suvira without Dhruv... I will meet you again." Arushi screamed, "SUVIRAAAA! NOOOO! DON'T--- Before she could finish, Suvira stabbed the knife into her stomach. Tears were flowing from her eyes, but there was a smile on her face... a satisfaction... of leaving the world together. As she stabbed herself in the stomach, everyone froze in their spots. Dhruv's world collapsed as he looked at her. Words were not coming out of his mouth. His lips were trembling. He cried out loud, embracing her in his arms as her head rested on his chest. The only words that came out of his mouth were, "I hate you, Madhav... aapse meri khushi bardasht nahi hoti na? You always choose me to hurt. Why... why always me?... Now it's enough of your entertainment... enough." He looked at her face and saw her slowly closing her eyes. He could feel her heartbeat decreasing. He hugged Suvira even more tightly, closing his eyes. "I love you, Dhruv," she mumbled and closed her eyes, leaving her body. That was their past... But what happens when two souls, bound by love in their past life, are reborn as the heirs of enemy families? Will destiny reunite them... or make them destroy each other all over again?

She was their light. Their reason. Their home. And then one night- she became their absence. Six brothers built empires trying to find her. But the world doesn't know this yet- the little girl they lost... isn't lost anymore. She's coming back. Not as who she was. But as someone the world fears. She doesn't remember the blood she was born into- but it remembers her. He fell for her light, never knowing she was forged in darkness. Some women are protected by the mafia. Others are the mafia. By day, Kriya is everything the world trusts- sunshine in human form, a medical student with gentle hands and a softer heart. The kind of girl people love without question. By night, she disappears. Into locked rooms. Into unheard music. Into movements that feel less like dance... and more like survival. The world sees her light. No one sees the discipline beneath it. No one sees the violence she keeps buried. Then comes Abeer Oberoi- a man of control and conviction. Calm where she is chaos. Steady where she is fire. What starts as banter turns dangerous. What feels like safety becomes something deeper. Something neither of them is ready for. Because somewhere in the city- blood is being spilled in her name. The underworld whispers of Kali. A shadow no one has seen. A force no one survives. Kriya doesn't remember the life she lost. The family still searching. The twin whose heartbeat unknowingly mirrors hers. But the blood remembers. And when the past begins to claw its way back- when love collides with legacy, when light stands at the edge of darkness- Kriya will have to choose: remain the girl the world knows... or become the woman the underworld fears. And in the end... only one version of her will survive.

I was supposed to die in Chapter 42. In my original life, I was Vish, the grand villainess of a dark fantasy. Ruthless, strategic, and wrapped in velvet and poison. Then my author died, and apparently the universe decided that was my cue to stop following the script. When she died, the ink dissolved, fiction shattered, and I was thrown into the real world with every memory and plot point intact. More importantly, I had a choice- remain the tragic antagonist destined to die for someone else's climax, or finally live for myself. So I became Vanisha, painfully ordinary-shy, awkward, and forgettable. Beneath the act, however, I was still Vish- sharp, darkly witty, and always calculating how to break someone's collarbone when they annoyed me. Still, I had no intention of returning to my old ways. I wanted peace, cream buns, and a life so boring it would make an immortal deity yawn. For a while, my plan worked perfectly-until amateur assassins ruined my pastry run. Their shootout threatened my precious cream buns, so I interfered....just a little. Then I went home and forgot about it. Unfortunately, the man I'd accidentally saved didn't forget me. Ranvijay Rathore, heir to a feared mafia empire, was also a devoted reader of the very book I had escaped from. I didn't know this information at first. While I dismissed him as an irritating billionaire invading my quiet life, he was already playing a game of cat and mouse, determined to peel away my innocent persona and catch a glimpse of the villainess he knew from the pages. I wanted a peaceful second life. Instead, I got a mafia heir who treats uncovering my secret identity like his favorite form of entertainment. And unfortunately for him, I'm starting to remember how much fun being a villainess used to be.

IVAAN X ROSHNI °•°•°☆°•°•° This story follows a half-Russian, half-Indian singer who's never known love, and an independent girl who sees marriage and love as nothing but a scam. He'd never known love until he first saw her-not some flawless beauty, but a chaotic, paint-splattered mess asleep on the couch. He fell hard for that raw disorder, utterly obsessed with her eyes from that very moment, loving her without any reason but She hated him before they even met, yet craved his voice and songs, denying it fiercely whenever his name came up-while secretly playing his tracks all night, letting his music mend her wounds. Their worlds and personalities are totally different from each other. Book 1 of healing love °•°•°•°•°•°•°♡°•°•°•°•°•°•° What will happen when their worlds will collide ? Will love conquer their divided worlds, or will their story fade into bittersweet longing? ----♡---- .

Long ago, the pathways between realms were sealed, and the Nagas disappeared into Patal-Loka with burning hatred towards humans. Vishen grew up believing he was different, while others showed signs of divine power, he was told he had none. So he learned to live with it. Accepted that he was the only Naga born powerless. But it was a lie. When Vishen finally learns the truth, it shatters everything he believed about himself and his people. Anger, hurt, and betrayal push him to do The unthinkable he opens the ancient pathways to Earth. There, he meets Eveline Buckley. A stranger who didn't know what a Naga is until she met him. And for the first time in years, Vishen felt he didn't even need the powers... because with her, he found the relief he has been seeking for years. In between secrets, forbidden power, and a bond that should never exist, Vishen have to choose between his people and humans.