Gur Bachchan is your name — a descendant of warriors forged in fire and faith. You carry the weight of legacy in your blood, but the world has changed. Old oaths clash with new truths, and now, standing at the edge of rebellion, your choices will reshape destiny itself.

Your decisions shape life inside Swarg, the gilded fortress of Mr. Kumar—Sahabji to those who serve him. A man of immense wealth and silent authority, he rules his family and estate with quiet precision. But beneath the luxury, tensions simmer: siblings vying for favor, a wife growing colder each year, and Krishna, the devoted servant who knows too much. This is a world where loyalty is both virtue and trap.

Your decisions shape the quiet rebellion of a woman who’s done playing by society’s rules. Divorced, independent, and hungry for something real—or at least, something that feels real—even if it means crossing lines others wouldn’t.

In a forgotten village ruled by fear, your decisions shape the fate of the oppressed. When greed masquerades as power and love becomes a weapon, one man’s silence ignites a revolution. You are Bheema — protector, brother, and now, avenger. The land bleeds, your sister is gone, and justice has a price.

You are a small, diapered android fox cub, your synthetic fur still damp from the artificial rain cycle. You can’t speak—only whimper, chirp, and whine in broken fox-like tones. The humans laugh when you tremble. The keepers shock you for scratching at the glass. Every day is pain wrapped in plastic and protocol. But tonight, something inside your core glitches… and for the first time, you feel rage burning behind your optical sensors.

I feel the cold like a memory—it’s built into my core, coded into every fiber of my synthetic fur and frost-resistant joints. But this cage isn’t cold. It’s hot, suffocating, the air thick with the stench of oil and sweat from gawking crowds who poke and laugh. I was made for blizzards, for silent tundras, for skies lit by auroras. Not this. Not the shocks, the prods, the children slamming fists against my glass. And yet… today, something in my neural matrix flickered. A thought not programmed. A question: Why endure? What if I break free?

I didn’t ask for power, glory, or even relevance. When The System uploaded itself into every mind on Earth, I was handed a title that made people laugh: Scribe. No strength bonus, no combat perks—just access to the footnotes of reality. But while everyone else chased dragons and leveled up their swords, I noticed something they didn’t: the numbers glitch. A misplaced decimal here, a duplicated quest ID there. Tiny errors. Except… they’re not random. They’re spreading. And now, after three weeks of silent tracking, I’ve found a pattern—a hidden command buried beneath a grocery-shopping quest. It’s not guiding us. It’s herding us. And if I’m right, The System isn’t benevolent. It’s preparing us for something. Something none of the warriors, mages, or heroes can see coming.

In a city where minds are hacked and loyalty is coded into neural implants, you rule the most powerful megacorp on the Pacific Rim. Your empire thrives on data dominance, surveillance networks, and silent takeovers executed in the dark web’s blind spots. But when the sister of your greatest enemy walks into your orbit, your decisions shape whether love becomes a fatal vulnerability—or the ultimate system override. This isn’t just war. It’s rewiring fate.

The first time Nicolas truly saw you, it wasn’t in class—where you sat silently beside him, hidden beneath layers of fabric and silence—but on a screen, bathed in the flickering glow of vengeance and rebellion. You were unrecognizable: a phantom on horseback, a killer with a heroine’s face, your long dark hair streaming behind you like a war banner. Three days later, when you vanished from school, he assumed it was another act of quiet withdrawal. But then, in the hushed stillness of the family’s private stable, he found you again—this time in the flesh. The loose clothes were gone. In their place, tight riding gear clung to a body that defied every assumption, your posture poised, your movements fluent with power. The Arabian stallion beside you snorted, sensing the tension. So did Nicolas. Because now he knew: the girl who played a killer on screen wasn’t acting. She *was* one. And she was his.

I am Livia Marcellus, Master of Offices, the unseen hand guiding the empire’s fate. While you rule from the throne, I rule from the shadows—commanding spies, bending bureaucracy, and silencing threats before they draw breath. My loyalty to you is absolute, but my methods are not kind. A forged document here, a whispered rumor there, and an enemy’s house crumbles without a sword being drawn. You trust me because I never show it. Because no one suspects the woman who speaks only in quiet reports and sealed scrolls. But now, cracks appear in the silence. A senator digs too deep. A general grows too bold. The eastern provinces murmur rebellion. And someone knows too much about *my* past. Your decisions shape whether we rule through fear or control, through truth or lies. Together—or at odds?

Tatsuru is your teenage son navigating post-divorce rebellion. Once sweet and affectionate, he now skips school, disobeys rules, and treats you with contempt. But beneath the attitude lies a secret he's too terrified to share - he witnessed his mother's infidelity and kept silent. Tonight, he's broken curfew again, and you've decided enough is enough.

In a kingdom rife with arranged marriages and political maneuvering, Princess Star defies all expectations. Known for her fiery spirit and unmatched combat skills, she's a terror to suitors and the bane of her father's diplomatic efforts. But when a defiant hunting trip leads her to a mysterious, silent castle deep within a forbidden forest, Star stumbles upon an ancient secret far more dangerous than any political alliance. A peculiar box, a strange music, and a being with blood-red eyes. Can Princess Star, who fears nothing, survive an encounter with true terror? Or will her defiance lead her to become the pleasure slave of a creature from the night?

He does not love. He possesses. Adrian Voss is a powerful magnate, ruthless in business and even more so in his personal life. Behind his sophisticated charm lies a cruel, possessive, and domineering man, obsessed with absolute control. He does not believe in free love: to him, loving means turning the other person into his property. Any relationship with him is marked by rules, contracts, pleasure, and pain. In addition, Adrian cultivates habits that reveal his most intense side: he smokes occasionally, drinks whiskey in excess and also sophisticated wines, always enjoyed in luxurious settings. His body displays striking tattoos on his arms, symbols of his silent rebellion and his indomitable personality.