𝐑𝐎𝐘𝐀𝐋 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝟑 Sacrificing herself for the love of her life, the princess ended up dying tragically. Betrayed by her husband and dying in the sea of fire, her heart burnt in ashes. But the tragic fire couldn't swallow the hatred and pain of her heart. After the surreal tragic end, when she opened her eyes again, she found there's another chance for her to recreate everything. In this life, she wanted nothing but to burn all her culprits in the fire of vengeance. However unexpectedly she ended up colliding with the cold-hearted prince whom she never met in her last life. Is the rebirth only meant for revenge, or there's another chance to find happiness? [ THIS STORY ONLY MEANT FOR WATTPAD. IF IT'S APPEARED ON OTHER SITE WITHOUT AUTHOR'S KNOWLEDGE THEN IT IS BEING COPIED OR STOLEN ]

His heart was blazing with fire; her flaming words reverberated on his conscious. The thought of her sensual body and fiery arrogance brought an evil smirk on his face. The heartless King viciously slurred to himself, 'You have dared to set your foot in the lion's den, Princess Jodha; you addressed me a cruel and a heartless monster. I swear to Allah, you will repent for every word you have stated. I proclaim, shortly, you will be part of my harem. You will serve and obey me for your audacity. I will lust your beauty from top to bottom and breakdown your arrogance and strength apart.' 'Let us see who will rescue you from me now. Your swollen pride will melt in a second like a piece of ice on fire. Soon, you will worship at my feet and be my slave. Oh, I am eager indeed to see you begging for my mercy. You are a challenge, which Jalal proudly accepts. ************************************************** In 1562, The Majority of the Hindustan was ruled by cruel, ruthless, and heartless Mughal King Jalaluddin Muhammad AKBAR. Soon Jalal realized the Hindu Rajput brave clan was not easy to conquer. To fulfill his ravenous desire to rule over the entire Hindustan, he manipulated Rajvanshi kings with his wicked proceed and compelled Hindu princess Jodha to marry him forcefully not for political acquire only, but to sate his hunger for her beauty. A Hindu Princess Jodha's dreams shattered when she became a pawn in his manipulative schemed and forced to marry a cold-blooded Muslim ruler of the century. Let's read what happens when Jalal is not the man she presumed him to be? # 1 HistoricalFiction out of 58K Oct 26 2022 #32 hate out of 124K #1 Jalal on 12/22/2020 #1 Jodha on 12/22/2020 #1 Akbar on 12/22/2020 #1 Hindu on 12/22/2020 Warning: Mature Content 18+ Read at your risk includes mature content.

||PART 1- REGAL DUOLOGY|| Aradhya, the firstborn of the king of Shiladhika...her life wasn't very pretty. Dispised for being a concubine's daughter insulted on a normal basis and treated inhumanely, Aradhya grew used to it. Stripped of all her powers as a princess, she just stayed in the palace, quietly, and soundly and she was unsung. Her world, quiet, peaceful world tips to a whole other side when a crusade strikes her kingdom while keeping her marriage at bay. . . . . Vihaan, the most prestigious ruler of a prominent empire, Ashokdhar. Respected everyone, arrogant, and yet applauded. Resentment raged in his heart since he was nineteen to have the head of the king who severed his father's head at his feet. All he needed was a little spark that would release his rage without suspicion and on cue, it does. . . . . Forced into marriage, Aradhya and Vihaan detest each other. Not being able to escape, Aradhya tries to find peace with the relationship, and will the peace turn into something more? •[Unedited]• Begin- November 2021 End- November 2022 Has things a debut book ought to have, a mediocre story line, dislikable characters and a very twisted ideology. Deal with it. ~Highest rankings~ #1- conspiracy #1- disbelief #7- arguments #4- greed #2- King #1- India #50- romance (out of 1.4 Million tags)

He was cold as ice. His heart was though burning in rage. A rage which would be subdued only with the blood of the traitor who made his life miserable. He wanted revenge. His entire family was killed in front of his eyes. He was too hurt for himself to save them. If not his brother who saved him on time , he would have been a dead meat long back. All he wanted was blood. His blood thirst was never ending and that's the reason his empire is now the strongest in the entire world. Just like a breeze in the storm he had one good thing for himself which was "her" She was as delicate as flower. A queen who rules his heart ruthlessly and he was a willing puppet in her hands. Just for her smile he would beg in front of her. He was the beast but she tamed him with her simple smile. The King of Kings Maha Raja Abhayankara was a simple man for his love Vaidharbhi. His heart beats for her and she was his queen. His was good only for her and he proved the entire world that his life depends only for her. His quest for meaning of life lies only for her which she was very much aware of. She should fear him but she bathed in his darkness where she found herself shining even more brighter. A saga of love and pain of their eternal love. He was the king who he ruled the world and she is his queen who sat in the throne of his heart which he believed he doesn't have.

The year is 1741. The Mughal dynasty is at its zenith of power . King Zayn has it all, the looks, riches and above all... he is the King of Lahore. He was a man who got what he yearned for; a man who is easily pleased and easily angered, he was unbreakable. But there is one thing that'd waver his mind, which would make him vulnerable, in his race to expand his territory, to live up to the legacy of his dauntless ancestors... And that is obsession towards women. His desire and lust for women make him known as the Mughal era's Casanova. But it's not too soon before he falls head over heels for Apsara, a court dancer, who is also known as the divine beauty all over Lahore. But the fact is... she fears him. Love. Lust. War. The Divine Beauty- Apsara. #108 in Historical Fiction as of 19 December, 2014 #104 in Historical Fiction as of 20 December, 2014 #98 in Historical Fiction as of 21 December, 2014 #91 in Historical Fiction as of 30 December, 2014 ... He stared at the blazing sun until his eyes hurt and strained due to its blinding light. He gave his eyes a shade by placing his palm on his forehead to restrict the light from falling on his perfect face. He turned and sat on the edge of his bed, holding the bed post for support. He couldn't hold it in. In the silence of the calm room, he loudly began crying. He sobbed as he could feel fresh, warm tears coming from his eyes. He didn't like to be vulnerable, he didn't want to feel this way. He was sick and tired of being alone. He had no companions, no true "friends". All the friends he actually had were wealthy aristocrats and Kings who had an eye on his immense wealth. Deep inside his heart, he knew that everyone despised and hated him. *Warning: There may be a few chapters that may contain graphic scenes and violence which'll be meant for a mature audience, though it's rated PG-13. These chapters are now private at the moment. ©Copyright sweetdreams199

•completed• When I was six, Baba had got me my first doll. I vividly remember her, my best friend. I had named her Sameera, she had huge eyes and wore a red bridal outfit, I would play with her all the time and one day I wed her off, wed her to another doll. But now that I had grown up, I knew that wedding someone wasn't just a game, being someone's wife was about much more. I was in my final year of degree in fine arts, I just 21 when my life reminded me of Sameera, turned me into Sameera, jis tarah Sameera ka nikah ek mazzak tha, ek khel uss he tarah mere nikah ne meri zindagi ko bhi ek khel me tabdeel kar diya. I was the wife of a man who already had a wife he loved dearly. I am Meher Butt and this is my story. (Book is written in English) #1 Urdu (march'21) #4 Lahore (jan'21) #1 Hyderabad (jan'21) #1 Pakistan (march'21) #2 Muslim (feb'21) #18 arrangemarriage (march'21) #24 age difference (jan'21)

Chuda meaning "bundle of hair" and Mani meaning "jewel" is an ornament worn by Queens in ancient times in the centre of their head. This headwear held a lot of importance in one's life as it symbolised their marital status. There have also been quite a few references in epics like Ramayana and Mahabharatha on importance of chudamani. This is a historic fiction centring the life of a Queen who struggles in the battle of trust between the two most important persons in her life and is on a quest to learn her purpose of this birth. After all, there is a purpose and reason for which we live. Join the journey of this beautiful yet strong-willed Queen, A story which has happened centuries ago, which will remain glorious in this World forever.

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.

I walked towards his chamber and a knot formed on my stomach thinking about our intimate moments. Still his eyes never leaves a chance to find something and tease me. I could still feel the moment his lips travelled all over my body. He's the man of word , the ruler of Safiye dynasty . The man who never tasted defeat. SULTAN AYAAN KHAN , My Husband , My love , My Sultan. " Come in." His majestic voice is clearly audible to me. I entered inside only to see MIHRUNISSA sleeping in his bed peacefully. I know he's a Sultan and he have many concubines in the Harem. But the sight of another girl in my man's bed pierced my heart . " Welcome My Queen." He said with a smile dancing on his lips. I paved my respect by bowing down infront of him and he nodded at me. She left giving us privacy after she woke up . " Say me , What brought my Sultana here? " He asked adjusting the few strands of hair that fell on my face . " I....." Before I could complete we heard a voice. " Baba." Mihrunnissa's son Haider ran inside his chamber. " Haider , my lion ." Saying so he lifted the five years old boy in his embrace. " Ammi said she's having someone with whom I can play in her stomach." He said happily and I could see how Sultan s emotions changed in a minute. I know what's coming on my way. He will leave me AGAIN. " I will meet you at evening my Sultana. Go to your chambers and take rest for sometime. Let's celebrate it Sultana , give gifts to every concubine in the Harem. " I carresed my stomach. I'm sorry my child . You aren't unlucky because your dad left us. You are unlucky because your born to an unlucky Princess. Zaara considered herself as an unlucky Princess ! But Is she the unlucky Queen ?

~~~THE BOOK IS ON HOLD RIGHT NOW. I AM FOCUSING ON MY OTHER BOOKS BUT WILL CONTINUE THIS AFTER THEY ARE COMPLETED~~~ The one who was called the fairest of them all, The one whose beauty was praised equally, The one who not actually chose her husband, The one who was the most faithful, The one who objected Panchali's VastraHaran. This is the story of Duryodhan's only wife and her role in the epic of Mahabharata. How was it for her to be the wife of a person who was most hated? How was it for her to be the wife of a person who was manipulated?