I never intended to become entangled in their politics, let alone in the bed of their prince. I crossed deserts and seas, driven by a single hope; to save my brother, the only family I have from a foreign land. He was captured by the King of Hind during our war of conquest. But to free him, I became bound to the man who snatched everything from me. The Prince whose very name fills me with rage. Rawal Ekagraj. A single night with him shattered my honor and binded me to a something, I never chose for myself. As the crowned Empress of Arabia, I could never betray my people. Yet, he made me falter. Why? His eyes. Deep, dangerous, and impenetrable eyes. Now, I am his bride. A forbidden bride trapped by vows I never wanted and held captive in a kingdom that sees me as the enemy. I lived with the fear of dying any moment there. He was never meant to be mine, just as I was never meant to be his. If we ever fall in love, which was always impossible, it would be as forbidden as it is undeniable. But Rawal was not the only danger I had to face. Something was there which I didn't know. Something which nobody knew. Dark and destructible. And when it came, we all fell on our knees. It destroyed and shed rivers of blood. But someone was still not satisfied. My past haunted me, my brother's life was slipping away, and the Prince- my captor, my enemy became the only solace I knew. He seeks peace in me, and in his arms I feel a dangerous flicker of love.

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒃𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒍𝒊𝒆𝒔 , 𝑨 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒓𝒆𝒅 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓 𝒏𝒆𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒏 . ── .✦── .✦ 𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐮 , 𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 - 𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 , 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 , 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 . 𝐏𝐚𝐧𝐤𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢 , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐬 , 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐝 . ─ .✦── .✦ 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐝 . ─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐛𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 . 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 , 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐡𝐢𝐦 . 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬 , 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐭 .

𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲. 𝐇𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐭. 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐩𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐢𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐬... 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐬𝐨 𝐛𝐞 𝐢𝐭.

Butterfly banogi , jaan? 🦋 " ye murli aapki hui ...Radhe or ye shivay bhi..." " 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐲𝐚 𝐣𝐨 𝐣𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞, 𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐟 𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐧 𝐲𝐞 𝐮𝐣𝐚𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐚𝐲𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐧? 𝐈𝐧𝐤𝐨 𝐫𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐲𝐞... 𝐘𝐮𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐛 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐤 𝐤𝐨𝐢 𝐣𝐢𝐲𝐞? " ☾ Ishq ek aisa toofa hai, jo dard saath mein lata hai...I won't be able to give him anything but pain... ⋆༺𓆩🖤𓆪༻⋆ ☾ Aapki rooh se ishq kar baithe hain hum... Ab khud ki rooh ka janaza bhi uth jaye...To bhi koi ghum nahi... . . When love becomes TAPASYA , somewhere destruction starts She was all alone , she was cursed to stay alone . when she thought she had found her love , he betrayed her . and when the one to love her came destiny betrayed her " I am all yours , yours to love and yours to destroy '' he gave her everything but her traumas still overpowered her and the fear of losing him became reality

𝗜'𝗺 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺...𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀. ────୨ৎ──── 𝐓𝐰𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐚 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐟𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐞𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠...𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐟𝐚𝐫 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐮𝐩? ────୨ৎ──── ☆𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄-𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄☆ 𐙚𝗕𝗢𝗢𝗞 1 𝗢𝗙 𝗗𝗘𝗦𝗧𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗗 𝗦𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗦𐙚

Some stories are written in blood. Some sins are sacred. Aradhya Rathore - orphaned by fate. Raised by her mother's family, yet never truly accepted. She lives in a house full of people... but none she can call her own. Surrounded by tradition, drowned in silence, she learned early that love was a word people used but never meant. Shravansh Thakur - cold, calculating, and dangerously calm. A devout Bhole Nath follower raised with one purpose: to destroy the family that took away the only person he ever loved. He doesn't believe in hearts, only in revenge... until Aradhya is forced into his world. A marriage wrapped in lies. Two souls bound by a past soaked in blood. And a truth waiting to set fire to everything they touch. ______ "I hate you... I hate your presence near me," she whispered, voice trembling, eyes burning with defiance. He stepped in, close enough to taste her breath. "And I hate myself... for loving the way your lips move when you lie to me." ______ Coming soon. A story where love is a weapon, and desire is the sweetest sin. Aradhya: His Sacred Sin - where devotion meets destruction.

𝐏𝐭.𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐕𝐒 𝐂𝐨𝐬𝐦𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ⋆₊˚༺𖦹❖𖦹༻ ˚₊⋆ Silence surrounded me, as if this place existed outside of time itself. No sound at all except for my own heartbeat, pounding in my ears. A single step onto that path could mean death. I stood still at the threshold, my hands gripping the rough, weathered stone of the open doors. I didn't step forward. And then; A whisper. Low. Soft. Almost- 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨. "प्रिया हृदयेश्वरी... वे आप हमारे साथ आएगी ना? विक्रमात्मिका, मेरा समिक्षा |" ("Beloved Praneshwari [Soul's Queen/ Soul's Goddess].... won't you come with me? Vikramātmikā [Vikram's soul/essence/embodiment], My Samiksha.") The voice slid through the air, curling around my name with an unsettling familiarity. It was neither a demand nor a question. It simply... was. My heart pounded. My breath caught. Who was it? I turned my head sharply to the right. No one. Swallowing, I turned to the left; And there he stood. A figure, towering at least a feet above me. Gazing at me with those unreadable-Amber eyes. I gasped. And then I woke up. Gasping. Soaked in sweat. As if I had truly been there; lived it, breathed it, barely survived it. "Samiksha...", A voice - real - behind me. I turned. Vikram Rao Nandan. My alliance husband. Sat there... eyes the same burning, intense, but this time they burned like the ones in my dream. Before I could speak, he did. And his voice was different. Final. Like a verdict. "You and I are always meant to be, my beloved. Even if I have to hunt you down from the ends of the world... even from the depths of darkness itself. We belong together. 𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐫𝐚𝐦 & his 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚- 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳."

"Why don't you understand, Mr. Agnihothri?" The words were torn from my throat, raw and desperate. "I am not the one who is made for love. Don't try to heal me, Shiv. I'm telling you, you will only break yourself in that process," I screamed, the sound catching and splintering with a deep, shaky breath. ​But the expected anger, the frustrated retreat, never came. Instead, his gaze-intense, impossibly tender-met mine, and a small, maddeningly serene smile touched the corner of his lips. It was a silent challenge, a soft denial that made the fragile control I held on my sanity begin to crumble. ​"Let's stop this here, please," I whispered, the desperate plea barely audible, the fight draining from me. "You deserve someone whole, someone pure, not a shattered, half-broken glass doll like me." The confession was an admission of defeat, and a single, traitorous tear-hot and heavy-escaped the dam of my composure, tracing a path down my cheek. ​Something fractured in his placid facade. The smile vanished, replaced by a sudden, fierce darkness. He shut his eyes, his jaw clenching as he inhaled a deep, steadying breath, a visible battle raging to master a sudden, barely contained fury. Then, in a single, predatory movement, he erased the space between us. ​He captured my shoulders, his grip not cruel, but intensely demanding, and pushed me firmly back against the cool, unforgiving drywall. The sudden pressure was intoxicating, trapping me between the solid surface and his unyielding body. Slowly, deliberately, he leaned in, his intent palpable, until his mouth was almost touching my ear. ​"Saanvi," his voice was a low, resonant rumble, a silken promise laced with a dangerous possessiveness, "Even the breath I take when you are near me is elixir (Amrit) for my soul." His lips brushed my skin as he spoke the last word, the sheer intimacy of the contact sending a wildfire racing through my veins and igniting my heart into an uncontrollable inferno. ​

Saanjh, a bright and ambitious young girl, had her life all planned out - she would become a teacher, gain independence, and explore the world beyond her village. She longed to inspire young minds and live life on her own terms. But before her dreams could take flight, her family forced her into marriage - right after 12th grade - with Vijay, a quiet 25-year-old farmer's son. Vijay, too, had once dreamed big. He wanted to study further. But like Saanjh, his fate was sealed by tradition and responsibility. As two strangers bound by a forced marriage, Saanjh and Vijay struggle to reconcile their broken paths. He respects her. She resents him. But what happens when patience meets passion... and silent sacrifice starts to look like love? This is a story of rural love, second chances, and a woman's fight to reclaim her voice - set in the heart of 1990s India