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The entire office held its breath. The silence was deafening, the tension so thick it could be cut with a knife. No one dared to move, let alone speak. The air was cold-not from the air conditioning, but from the presence of the woman standing at the head of the long conference table. Roohani Singhania's gaze was sharp, her expression carved from stone. She held a contract in her hands, her perfectly manicured fingers tightening around the pages. A single flick of her wrist sent the document flying across the table. "You think I'm a fool?" Her voice was ice, sending shivers down the spines of the men in suits before her. "Do you take me for some naïve little girl you can manipulate?"The CEO of Singhania Enterprises wasn't known for second chances. The man across from her- a senior executive twice her age-swallowed hard, his face pale. "Ms. Singhania, I-" "Get out." The words were simple, final. Deadly.The man scrambled to gather his papers and flee, leaving a suffocating silence behind. No one dared to speak, to move, to breathe. Except for one person. A soft clink echoed in the room. A steaming cup of coffee was placed beside her hand. "Extra strong, no sugar. Just the way you like it."Roohani's gaze flickered up,only for a second.Mahir Sehgal stood beside her, calm as ever. The only person in this entire building who wasn't terrified of her.She said nothing, merely picked up the cup and took a sip. The warmth spread through her, easing the tension in her shoulders. "Meeting's over," Mahir announced smoothly, already gathering her things. And just like that, the Ice Queen turned on her heel and walked away-because why waste time on fools, when she had empires to run?Mahir sighed, shaking his head as he followed her. She was the coldest woman in the business world. He was the only one who could survive her storms. But what happens when the Ice Queen starts melting... for him?…

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The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old secrets as Aranya Mehra stepped into the ruins of a forgotten temple, hidden deep within the Vindhya mountains. The sun was setting . It was Shivratri evening, and the world outside this forgotten place was preparing for its annual rituals. Aranya's heart raced with excitement. She had spent years studying ancient texts and forgotten histories .As she ventured deeper into the sanctum, there, standing in the center of the room, was a massive mirror. Its frame was adorned with intricate designs of vines and blooming lotuses, shimmering faintly in the dim light. The mirror was unlike any she had ever seen. Aranya frowned, her archaeologist's instincts stirring. Without thinking, she pressed her palm against the glass. The moment she touched it, the world around her shifted.A strange pull gripped her, and before she could step back, the world spun.The spinning stopped abruptly, and Aranya opened her eyes.She gasped. She was no longer in the temple.The world around her was breathtakingly beautiful, yet somehow wrong.In the distance, a city rose .But something was wrong. As Aranya watched, she noticed an eerie pattern. The same woman fetched water from the well every few minutes, her movements identical to the last time. The same child chased a kite, laughing as if it were the first time,m . The priests chanted the same verses, their voices rising and falling in an unbroken rhythm.Her heart began to race as the realization hit her. This kingdom-this world-was trapped in a loop, living the same day over and over again. It was as if time had forgotten them, or perhaps they had forgotten time.she turned toward the city, her eyes narrowing as she spotted a figure standing at the edge of a grand courtyard. But it was his eyes that held her captive.He wasn't trapped in the loop. He was aware ."Hail to our king, Rudraksha Veeraditya," She heard.…

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The museum was buzzing with excitement. Prerna Agarwal, a college student, walked through its grand halls . This trip was supposed to be a fun escape, but something about this place felt like it was calling to her. The highlight of the museum was an ancient portrait that had just been uncovered. It was still being restored, with only the middle part cleaned. Prerna pushed through the crowd to get a closer look. Her heart stopped. The woman in the painting looked exactly like her. The guide's voice carried through the room, explaining the story behind the portrait. "This is Princess Shivanya Maheshwari, known for her beauty and wisdom. But her life ended in betrayal. History says she was accused of treason and killed by a ruthless prince-Prithviraj Kshatriya ." Prerna couldn't stop staring. How could someone from centuries ago look just like her? Unable to resist, she sneaked back into the museum after hours. She made her way to the portrait .As she stood before the painting, a strange energy filled the air. The room seemed to shift, and a sudden gust of wind surrounded her. Before she could step back, a bright light engulfed her, and everything went dark. When Prerna opened her eyes, she wasn't in the museum anymore. she looked down at herself and gasped. She was wearing a heavy royal outfit, her arms covered in gold bangles. She wasn't Prerna Agarwal anymore. She was Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. Prerna remembered the tragic end the princess was supposed to face. "I won't let history repeat itself," she whispered to herself. But things quickly became complicated. She soon met Prithviraj Kshatriya, the prince history had labeled as her killer.He was intimidating, his sharp eyes filled with anger and mystery. But time was running out. The tragic end she knew was approaching fast, and Prerna had to find a way to change it. Could she rewrite history and save herself? Or would she be trapped in the same fate as Princess Shivanya?…

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Shree Lekha Sharma had always been the picture of innocence, her bright smile masking the weight of a secret she carried for years. At fifteen, her world shattered when a tragic accident claimed the lives of her parents. The only survivors were her and her younger brother, Shivam. With no one left to care for them, their relatives took them in-not out of love, but for the fortune that came with their inheritance. To protect Shivam from their greed and cruelty, Shree Lekha made an impossible choice. She pretended to be A childlike ,she hid her true self behind a facade of mental disorder. It was a role she played so well that even she began to lose sight of who she truly was. But deep inside, the strong, intelligent woman remained. In the shadows, Shree Lekha completed her education and began working at an orphanage, dedicating her life to helping those who had no one, just as she had once felt. Her quiet life, however, was about to change forever. Adityanath Vardhan, a world-renowned surgeon and the mysterious leader of a powerful organization, had seen many things in his thirty years. Yet, nothing could have prepared him for the sight of Shree Lekha. When he first saw her in Varanasi, something stirred deep within him. Her innocence, her kindness, and the way she hid behind a mask of vulnerability caught his attention-but it was the truth he sensed beneath the surface that intrigued him the most. Despite her apparent mental disorder, Adityanath was certain that she was hiding something. He was a man who got what he wanted, and he wanted her. When an arranged marriage was set in motion BY HIM , Shree Lekha found herself trapped between duty and a growing fear. But what will happen when she uncovers the shocking truth-that her parents' death was no accident? In a world of secrets, lies, and powerful forces, Shree Lekha must decide how much of herself she's willing to sacrifice to protect the ones she loves -…

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Princess Aaradhyanshi Yadavendra, a name feared and revered by all. Born in an era when women were confined to the shadows, she stood as a beacon of strength and intellect. A warrior in her own right, her sword was as sharp as her mind, and her heart as kind as it was fierce. Fluent in countless languages, her brilliance was unmatched . She was a woman who defied the odds and shattered every norm that sought to keep her in chains.But even the mightiest can fall. Betrayed by those she trusted most , she was struck down by the hands of Virendra Thakur, the young and handsome prince of the neighboring kingdom. Their kingdoms had been at war for decades, but it was their personal enmity that had sealed her fate. As life drained from her body, she closed her eyes, expecting the end.But death was not her end.When her eyes opened again, she found herself not in the battlefield, but in a world unknown. A world of glass towers and strange machines, a world of the 21st century. Her mind was in a new body, one that bore her likeness but belonged to someone else. She had awoken in Varanasi . Confused but resolute, she adapted quickly, determined to uncover the truth behind her resurrection.And then, as fate would have it, she crossed paths with that face again. Virendra Thakur. But now, he was Vikrant Oberoi, a man with a new identity, a new life. The man who had once killed her, now standing before her, was unaware of the past that bound them.But this body she inhabited was not her own. It was the body of a woman who had been broken, bullied, and pushed to the edge of despair , had been tormented to the point of suicide. And at the moment when she had been about to give in to the darkness, Aaradhyanshi had taken control.Now, in this strange new world, she had to uncover the truth of her death, the secrets of her resurrection, and the twisted connection between her and Vikrant Oberoi. The battle was far from over. It had only just begun.…

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She was the goddess of death, the ruler of the underworld. Names followed her through the ages-Death, Reaper, and Devil-but she favored one above all: La Muerte (a spanish term for Death)For a thousand years, she had judged the wicked, ruling with both mercy and mercilessness, feared in the underworld and whispered about even in the heavens. La Muerte often wandered Earth,Tonight, she stood before the ancient Di Carlo palace .The Di Carlo family had long been allies of demons, their home a gateway between the underworld and the mortal realm. Inside, the last Di Carlo patriarch lay dying, his breath weak . She entered his chamber like a shadow ,"You've come," he rasped, nodding toward the cradle where a newborn slept. "I felt your Call . What do you want, old man?" her voice cut through the silence, sharp yet curious. "Protect him- my bloodline," he whispered."In exchange, take my life, my soul-whatever you wish." Her crimson eyes flickered as she studied the infant. "A fair trade," she murmured. "I will give him my blaze to shield him, but one day, I will take it back .And I will name him myself." The old man nodded, his last breath slipping away as she leaned toward the child. "Lucifer," she said softly, her voice carrying both power and promise.The deal was struck .Twenty-six years later, the infant named Lucifer Salvatore Di Carlo, No longer a fragile infant, he was now the devil of the mortal world-ruthless, dominant, and feared by all who dared to cross him. the blaze that protected him- It had fueled his rise to power, sharpening his mind and hardening his heart. He had no weaknesses. No love. No mercy. Until she returned. La Muerte came to reclaim what was hers, as the deal had promised. And he wanted her.Not out of gratitude. Not out of reverence. But with a mad, obsessive desire that bordered on insanity. The goddess of death had unknowingly created her greatest adversary-and her most devoted worshiper.…

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The night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput stood adorned in red and gold, her heart pounding with an inexplicable dread. She turned, hearing footsteps, and saw him-her groom, his face hidden behind a dark mask, his hand gripping a gleaming sword. Before she could react, he struck. Pain tore through her chest, and as her life faded, she glimpsed his retreating form, leaving her to the silence.When she opened her eyes again, she was no longer alive. She stood, watching her lifeless body, trapped within the palace walls, an invisible spirit, unheard and unseen. Centuries drifted by, and she watched the world change from her prison, yearning for release, but bound to the place of her death.One night, as she looked up at the moon, her silent prayers for freedom met the sudden sound of a car's approach. She turned to see a man stepping out-a powerful, intense figure, his dark eyes piercing through the shadows. Her endless solitude shattered, as his presence stirred something deep within her, something long forgotten.…

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Nandini Verma was 18 when she penned her first story, a tale of passion, betrayal, and revenge. It was a masterpiece, poised for publication. But on the night she was to share her brilliance with the world, tragedy struck. Her abusive father, a figure of torment throughout her life, met with a fatal accident. The trauma of that night left an indelible scar on her soul.Five years later, Nandini emerged as a successful and famous writer, her books captivating readers worldwide. Yet, she remained a phantom, her identity concealed from the public eye. The story that had been her first love remained unpublished, a secret burden she could not bear to revisit.Unbeknownst to her, the villain of that story, a creation of her own imagination, had somehow crossed into the real world on the night of her father's death. With smoldering red eyes and striking grey hair, he possessed a dark allure that captivated all who encountered him. In her book, he was Asura, a name that inspired fear and awe. In the real world, he adopted the name Yashwardhan Singhania and rose to power, becoming the most formidable and wealthy businessman in the world.Yashwardhan had not forgotten the injustice of his literary demise. For five years, he scoured the earth for the author who had condemned him to a tragic end. His quest was driven by a twisted blend of vengeance and obsession. When he finally discovered Nandini, his fury gave way to an all-consuming love, a mad infatuation with the woman who had created him.Nandini's quiet existence was shattered when Yashwardhan stepped into her life, a storm of power and passion. As their worlds collided, she was forced to confront the shadows of her past and the monstrous reality of her own creation.In a battle of wills, desire, and destiny, Nandini and Yashwardhan's story unfolded in ways neither could have foreseen. Would she be able to escape the clutches of the man who was both her greatest enemy and her deepest desire? Only time would tell.…

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" The darkness closed in around him, like a shroud of silence. Veeranshu's eyes fluttered open, and he was met with an unfamiliar ceiling. Groggily, he sat up, trying to shake off the haze in his mind. Where was he? How did he get here? The last thing he remembered was... battlefield, fighting , war.."Panic set in as he scrambled out of bed and stumbled to the mirror. A stranger stared back at him, with piercing blue eyes and jet-black hair. Veeraj's heart raced as he realized the truth - he had traveled through time. But how? And why?--Darkness whispered secrets in my ear. The same dream haunted me every night - a rugged, piercing gaze that seemed to follow me everywhere. "I've found you, Mahi," the whisper echoed in my mind. A presence watched me, waiting for me to surrender to the dreams. Little did I know, someone's past was about to unravel.Veeranshu Rajput, a billionaire with a mysterious past, has a piercing gaze that holds secrets. Veeranshu stands out in the bustling streets of modern-day India, his chiseled features and broad shoulders drawing attention amidst the crowds. His piercing blue eyes seem to hold a hint of ancient wisdom, a contrast to the sleek smartphones and high-rise buildings that surround him. Mahira Sengupta is a talented and successful author, known for her historical fiction novels. She's intelligent, curious, and has a passion for uncovering hidden truths. However, Mahi has a secret: she's been having recurring dreams about a mysterious man, Viraaj Singh Chauhan, who seems to be calling out to her from another era. These dreams have become increasingly vivid and intense, that she's started to write about Viraaj's life in her novels, using the dreams as inspiration. The connection between the two men is shrouded in mystery, but one thing is clear: Veeranshu's presence in Mahi's life is no coincidence . But she's about to discover that the truth is far more sinister than she ever imagined..…

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In the vibrant city of Jaipur, a secret deal was struck between two worlds. Abhimaan Deep Shekhawat, the enigmatic King of Rajasthan, controlled the political and criminal underworld with an iron fist. His power was unmatched, his influence unparalleled.Mayura Maity, a beautiful and innocent middle-class girl, lived a simple life, unaware of the storm about to engulf her. Her family's modest means and her own ambition to make a difference were about to be hijacked by a force beyond her control.A pact was made, a union sealed, and Mayura's fate was forever changed. Abhimaan, with his piercing gaze and commanding presence, claimed her as his bride, not for love, but to secure a vital alliance. The Maity family's assets and influence would now serve the Shekhawat empire's interests.As the royal wedding approached, Mayura's dreams and autonomy began to wither. She was trapped in a gilded cage, forced to navigate the treacherous landscape of Abhimaan's world. Would she find a way to break free, or would the ruthless King of Rajasthan forever silence her voice?It's the first time being a writer , the story could be pretty confusing ,if you don't like the story please I would suggest you to kindly leave. it's my imagination world. I just wrote what I liked .…