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Crown of Ash and Bonds: The Rise of the Flamebearer

I was bred to obey. My husband burned me alive for crimes I never committed. The cousin I raised like a sister stood at his side with satisfaction in her eyes while my child died inside me. The court I trusted watched in silence. I woke up months before my execution with fire in my blood and the memory of everyone who abandoned me. They stole my inheritance. They took my name. They planned to discard me the moment I stopped being useful. The people who should have protected me were the first to light the match. Now I know what they are. Now I know what I am. An ancient power woke when I burned. A destiny my enemies thought they destroyed with my bloodline. I am the last of my house, and I will not kneel again. Caelan Vorenthal is my husband's greatest rival. He saw the truth when no one else would. He is dangerous and he should be my enemy. But he stepped forward when the whole court stayed silent, and that made him something far more complicated. I will play the devoted wife until I can drag my husband before the Empress and demand the divorce he never saw coming. I will take back everything they stole and make them watch as I rise from the ashes they made of me. I was bred to obey. I was reborn to reign. ________________________________________ Regression. Revenge. Enemies to lovers. She remembers the flames. She remembers who lit them. She remembers the child she lost and the family that betrayed her. Now destiny has given her a second chance, and mercy is no longer in her vocabulary.
Moonlit_Quill · 100.8k Views

My Secret Admirer - Billionaire

20-year-old Yulia always thought of love as a perfect thing. A feeling so beautiful that it made two people glow and feel wanted by each other more than ever. But all those thoughts and ideas ended when she found out her boyfriend was a cheat and didn’t want her as much as she wanted him. Heartbroken and frustrated, Yulia finds herself moving from the very place she grew up with love, care, and protection to New York City “Brooklyn” to continue her university education and to start her life afresh, leaving the past behind her.She swore not to have anything to do with love anymore. But then she loved intimacy. Somehow, she gets into trouble on her very first day around campus, which leaves her with no option but to sign a working contract with the hot Raimondo Lopez. He is a 24-year-old American-based Spanish billionaire and professor who was born into a wealthy family where their household is filled with love and affection from both parents including relatives and servants. Aside from the love and affection, he was under strict guidance while growing up because he had the responsibility of taking over the family business. Raimondo is very much not interested in having anything to do with a woman romantically. But then what happens when Yulia becomes his personal assistant and teaching assistant? He starts admiring her from afar. What does fate have in store for them? Will they overlook that first encounter and look forward to future interactions? Will Raimondo manage to express his growing affection for Yulia outwardly? Will Yulia give love another chance? Read on to enjoy the love-hate drama between these two.
Laurel_Kai · 519 Views

THORN BENEATH THE SILK

The first semester at VIT, Indore, was a humid cocktail of new freedoms and old anxieties. For Gangesh Verma and his band of brothers, it was about finding their footing, usually while tripping over each other. **Scene: The College Library - A supposedly quiet Wednesday afternoon.** Gangesh was buried in a thick book on Jurisprudence, his brow furrowed in concentration. Across the table, Sagar was using a copy of "Economic Theory" as a very expensive pillow, softly snoring. Aditya was scrolling through his phone, muttering under his breath. "Bhench— I mean, seriously? This guy's profile pic is a fish. A fish! How can you take a guy seriously whose greatest achievement is a photograph with a Rohu?" Karan leaned in, a conspiratorial glint in his eye. "Guys, I have a plan. A foolproof strategy to get Sagar through Professor Dixit's class without him ever waking up." Gangesh didn't look up. "Karan, your last 'foolproof strategy' to get canteen samosas for half-price ended with Aditya having to serenade the canteen aunty." "And it almost worked!" Aditya protested, his voice a little too loud for the library. A sharp "Shhh!" came from a nearby aisle. Karan waved it off. "Details, details. This is different. We get a voice recorder, record the lectures, and play them to him while he sleeps. Subconscious learning!" Sagar, without opening his eyes, mumbled, "If you play a lecture, I'll just have nightmares about supply-demand curves." He shifted his head to a more comfortable position on the book. Suddenly, a different sound cut through the quiet—not a shush, but a voice, clear, bold, and laced with impatience. "This is a library, not your personal dormitory. Some of us are actually here to work." They all turned. There she was. Anya Chauhan, standing with a stack of books balanced on her hip, her gaze fixed on their table. She was flanked by her friends. Suman stood just behind her shoulder, a look of pure, unadulterated scorn on her face that could curdle milk. Kusum was slightly behind, her gentle eyes wide with a mix of concern and second-hand embarrassment. Sandhya simply observed them all, her expression unreadable but her eyes missing nothing. Aditya shot up, his pride wounded. "Arre, we were just talking! This isn't a jail, you know." Suman took a half-step forward, her wit sharpened and ready. "The way you're using your brains, it might as well be. The silence is clearly bothering you." Gangesh closed his book with a definitive *thud*. The sound drew everyone's attention. He met Anya's gaze, his own calm but firm. This was his "lead" mode kicking in. "She's right. We were being loud. My apologies." He looked pointedly at Aditya and Karan. His pride wouldn't let him ignore a valid point, even from a rival. His principles demanded he acknowledge the fault. Anya's eyes narrowed slightly, assessing him. She had expected a fight, not a concession. Her pride wasn't satisfied with just an apology. "An apology doesn't magically restore the concentration you broke. Control your... circus." Her gaze swept over the snoring Sagar and the fuming Aditya. It was the word "circus" that did it. It wasn't just an insult to him, but to his friends. His loyalty flared. "We acknowledged our mistake," Gangesh said, his voice dropping, becoming quieter but more intense. "But insulting my friends crosses a line. You have your pride in your work, I have mine in my people. Let's leave it at that. Justice has been served with the apology. Don't push for more." The air crackled. It was no longer about library noise. It was a clash of ideologies. Her fierce protectiveness of her space and her friends' peace versus his principled loyalty to his own. Kusum, sensing the rising tension, gently touched Anya's arm. "Anya, let's go. We found the books we needed." Anya held Gangesh's stare for a second longer, a silent challenge issued and accepted. A small, almost imperceptible smirk from Suman showed she enjoyed the dismantling.
Rudra_Kumar_2983 · 683 Views