shraman, yet another avatar...this book would be a mini sequel to 'shiv Pandav Vikramadhitya -the sky writer of Chalukian dynasty ' ...can read as a stand alone book too. .. This book has suman as main lead. ..her bravery and politeness that rose to the empress of empresses. ..

The mighty forces of the Sultan of Delhi have laid the stronghold of Chittorgarh under siege. Within its walls lives the Maharani Padmini, the Jewel of India, she before whom even the Moon must kneel, the object of the Sultan's lust. Surrounding her are her husband and the men of the Rajput clan, all of whom are ready to lay down their lives for the sake of her honour. Will they manage to save their queen and their homes? Or will they crumble in the face of the Sultan's greed? A tale of honour, glory and sacrifice, dug from the depths of legend and myth. A story that has survived more than seven centuries. Come, follow the tale into an entirely different world. #Wattys2014 entry Copyright © cursedmouth 2014. All Rights Reserved. No part of this story maybe used without the permission of the author.

Highest Ranking #1 22.10.1 Jellal never knew things will turn out worse after his beloved's death. Even after eight years all he wanted to do was mourn but it seemed like God had other plans, his brother was assassinated which made him the next emperor. Also, his doubts were growing everyday that his new bride was the one that poisoned his brother. Amidst all the chaos will he able to forget Nadiya and fall in love again? *** I'm an amateur writer. There'll be a lot of mistakes. A lot. I'm not one of those fortunate people who are like 'This is my first story on Wattpad' and their stories are perfection. I'm not that. I had to work hard to come upto this stage and I have to work a lot harder to reach upto their level. All I want you to do is give this story a chance. A chance, that's all I need. Thank you. Hope you enjoy.

Chitra, has always been the forgotten princess, neither the king nor the kingdom remembers her, probably as her mother was never a royal. Her life was never peaceful with all the royal drama in it and all she ever dreams is an escape from this palace and the love and respect she never got. Arjuna, king of a strong and powerful kingdom Abhiras. All he ever requires is power and prosperity of his kingdom and love? Such words doesn't exist in his life. But the kingdom requires a Queen and he requires a queen as powerful as him. With a greater love comes the strongest weakness. A story of true love of a forgotten princess and a valorous king, can their love withstand the palace politics? Can the princess prove herself to be righteous and a brave queen? ~•~ #2 in Historical Fiction ( 5-9-2020 ) #1 in India (15-8-2020) #1 in WattpadIndia (9-8-2020) #2 in husband ( 4-5-2020 ) #2 in Wife ( 13-6-2020 ) #3 in Indian ( 5-6-2020 )

"Do you call this shit food? Make me something else!" A woman Noor couldn't stand for a single second screamed at the chefs and servers. She turned around at the sound of Noor's heels at the kitchen entrance. Arms crossed, eyes piercing deep into her soul, Noor took a slow, intimidating walk over to her. "This...is not a restaurant. It's my house. The food prepared here will be of my choice. You're standing in my kitchen, speaking to my staff. One more word in a raised voice at them, and I will have you dragged out of here. Is that understood?" Noor spoke in a low, threatening voice. "I'm not scared of you." She managed to say in spite of being clearly terrified. "I'm Prem's guest and I will do whatever I want." Her voice broke as she shrugged taking a step back. "Also, shouldn't you be thanking me right now? My busy schedule let you borrow your husband from me last night." She had the audacity to invite a smirk to her lips. With a quick unforeseen step forward, Noor grabbed her by the throat and backed up against the wall behind her. She reached over for the knife on the counter next to her and brought it up to the throat she was holding. "Talk about my husband one more time, and I will slit your throat open." Noor wasn't joking. "You spend enough time with him to know I can do that, right?" She asked as she ran the knife along the side of the horrified face. "Noor!" Called out an angry voice from behind her causing her to drop the knife at once. She turned around to see Prem dressed a crisp cherry colored suit at the kitchen entrance. She took a moment to appreciate the day for bringing him across her twice in twenty four hours. She admired his beauty for a second before looking back at his mistress and pumping some hand sanitizer onto her palm from a nearby bottle. Slowly rubbing her hands together, she walked over to Prem and looked him in the eyes, "take care of your whore before I do." "You will stay the fuck away from her." Prem advised in a dangerous tone.