•Indian Historical Romance. •Enemies to lovers. •Mature Content. In the heart of ancient Rajputana, stood four princely figures-each a dread warrior in their own right. As they gallantly fought on the battlefield, their personal lives mirrored the conflict and passion of the wars they faced. The oldest prince discovers his love is his enemy's daughter. And another prince knowningly risks his life by falling for a prostitute. Meanwhile, the kingdom's most desirable man is arranged to a princess in love with another man. Royal drama and forbidden passions unfold, risking alliances and lives . These Rajputi princes, bound by duty yet embroiled in love, navigated the treacherous terrains of romance amidst the echoes of war in their hearts, each one a valiant hero not just on the battlefield, but in the battles of their love lives as well. Within the pages of "ROYAL FLAMES," discover a symphony of love stories, each unique and enthralling, portraying diverse challenges and expressions of love. "Thakur Sa, aap humse hath maangte, hum khushi khushi aapke sath chal dete, kintu aap to sena lekar aa gye" . . "Laut aaiye Kunwar Sa... laut aaiye" . . "Ithihaas hume kabhi kshma nhi karega, Bhai sa! kayar kehlayenge hum" . . "Get ready to every feel every inch of my passion for you, my love. I'll give you a week-long reminder of our encounter." . . "I will meet you on the other side Pratap....." Mature content!!! This story isn't just centered around the main characters. It's a book filled with love, drama, passion, tragedies, traumas, humor and a multitude of side stories involving all of the prince's brothers and other compelling side characters. @ All rights reserved

I am dying - it was inevitable. The poison given to me over the course of several months have spread throughout my veins and seep through my bones. I was alone. There was not one single person to hold me, to comfort me, or to cry for me... I am all alone... NOTE from the writer: I'm an amateur writer so please overlook plot holes, grammar issues, or anything else a story is supposed to have. This is my original story so... as the saying goes "if you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all".

Alam e Muhabbat - عالم محبت ✹ 𝗡ineteen-year-old Anabiya Khan is a lovely definition of purity. Sheltered all her life, she is hesitant to step out of her shell and has yet to unravel her limitations. However, despite her seemingly sealed fate, destiny maneuvers her controlled life to accidentally collide with the most brutal embodient of raw masculinity, completely changing her life as she knows it. For the 𝘁hirty-one-year-old Punjabi feudal lord Sardar Jalal Alam Shah, his pleasurably hedonistic life is destined to be upended by the flames of an intense newfound love. Yet, unbeknownst to Anabiya, he's willing to risk it all. Set in the rural areas of PAKISTAN, Ishq Zaat unfolds a social romantic tale of two strayed souls observing a divergent elemental life indulged in desperation, grief, and separation-but, above all, by the selflessness of their ISHQ! * * * The story عِشق ذات mentions materials such as profanities, obscene language, graphic violence, and other mature themes. FEUDAL ROMANCE POWERPLAYS | #1 Copyright ©2025 by Husna

Warning Dark romance + Fantasy (18+) Mature theme Mature Language Forced relationship Dark love Anya Banerjee a normal teen girl or that she thinks she is. A free bird who doesn't likes to be restricted or caged. A free spirited girl who doesn't cares about what others say about her What happens when this free bird falls in love with someone who is completely different from her and who has no intentions to let her fly anymore? Is it possible to love the person you never wanted for you? Is it possible to be in love with a person when you only got lies and betrayal from him? Sounds like a cliché dark romance where the hero cages the heroine and shit happens No? Think again before judging the book without reading because this book is anything but a cliché story

"Sshhhhh....." he hushed and pinned us against the wall leaving no space between us. I held onto his biceps with my hand in reflex. He shook his head lightly signalling me not to scream. But did not remove his palm, awaiting confirmation I guessed. I nodded a little locking eyes with him fearfully. I witnessed a glimmer in his eyes and he removed his palm from my mouth slowly. I mustered up a little strength and asked nervously. "Kon hai aap aur yahan kya kar rhe hain," His eyes softened, looking deep into my eyes as if he could see through them as if he owned them. A strong wind surfaced, pulling away the fabric and revealing his face. It was him. My heartbeats raced wildly. He flickered his gaze to my lips for a few seconds, licked his lower lip a little with an unreadable emotion and peered back deeply into my eyes, delving into my soul. He replied in the raw, masculine and resonating voice I had heard months before. "Daksh naam hai hamara. Vivaah karne aaye hai aapse," *** I could not believe my eyes that he was standing right in front of me. The day I walked away from him, with a swarm of butterflies in the depths of my guts and belly, I never considered the possibility of crossing our paths again. I never thought we would get another chance in this life. Was it a wise decision of me to run away back then like that? The moments we shared back then flashed back into my memory. I started wondering if this was a coincidence or if he purposely located me. *** This is the love story of Daksh Pratap Rathore and Radhika Maan Singh. Storyline occurs in early years of 21st century(2001). A love saga bridging the gap between a city-born man and a village-raised girl. They are soulmates longing for love and solace from each other in different parameters. Let us dive into their journey of togetherness, and internal conflicts and see if and how they find solace with each other. First 2 chapters can be descriptive but I'm sure you'll like the story further.

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

The Mughal Princess fell in love with Rajput Prince. A beautiful love blossomed and soon the wedding preparations begun. But when the mighty Rajputana Rajkumar (prince) developed cold feet and flees days before his wedding, to save their kingdom, pride and honour the brother of the groom, the King of Awadh steps in to hold Princess Maheen's hand. It's going to be a journey doing the impossible task of forgetting your first love and then finding love again. It's a journey of two people who are opposite in every way and see the same things in a different light. It's Maheen Ali Khan and Aditya Raj Suryavanshi's journey to life. Sequel to The Two Kingdoms Can be read as a stand alone. #1 royalfamily

This story can be read standalone. Anamika, the first wife of yuvraj(Crown Prince) Pratap Singh Rathod saw in her dream that all her maids are in a hurry to complete her dressing so that she could attend the puja(Prayer) with her husband. The puja meant for her to get pregnant or shall I say the puja meant for the heir of the kingdom. She was sure that it was a dream because she could see the younger version of herself in the mirror rather than the grandmother of three children. Only to realize that it is not a dream but a reality when she gets pain and saw blood due to the hairpin that the maids were putting in her head. Join Anamika in her journey of Rebirth. Read the full prologue inside the book.

"Dont you dare insult my husband again!" She cried giving a reassuring nod to Karn. Karn kept looking at his beautiful wife. What was he doing here? He was already married and though his wife never considered him as her husband it does not change the fact that he is married . Everyone in the swayamvar looked surprised . No one knew Angraj Karn had a wife. Draupadi looked even more surprised. For she knew her. She knew her more than anyone and she knew Draupadi more than Draupadi knew herself. Who is she? Is she a princess? Is she a country girl? Well, she is none of that. In fact she is not from this yug. She is from the Kaliyug. She herself doesnt know how she is stuck in this circle of period. No one knows. Except Krishna.Will her existence change the history of dwapar yug? I have no intention of hurting anyone . I have changed a little bit of my favourite epic mahabharata and people comfortable can give it a read. Thanks for all of your support.

Not just a marriage, but a settlement Not just a bond, but a custom, Not just a consummation, but a requirement. Not just a story, but much more than that. Its a short story..... So hop on the boat n relish the enigmatic journey. Name of character will remain as sidharth n sana only. This book contain mature content 🔞 #1 on feelings