(Coming soon as independent WEBTOON) || Half-completed story *** For as long as Niharika could remember, she led a simple life overshadowed by her own misery. Despite belonging to a well-established family and being the youngest child, she was the neglected one, living her life as an outcast. She never hoped or dreamed of being desired by anyone, let alone getting married to the most powerful man from an ancient royal clan, who turned out to be an inherited king. It seemed like a nightmare she couldn't escape from. She had no idea how her life had stumbled into such a situation. Just when she thought life had made her suffer enough, it took an even worse turn. Her husband, Prithvi Chauhan, was her safe space yet her tormentor, accusing her of something she had no knowledge of. She found herself trapped in a web of deception and manipulation. It became evident that there was more to the situation than met the eye. Being the weakest and easily manipulated, Niharika was unaware that she was merely being used as a pawn in a much more complex game. But yet, her beauty and her stammering didn't go unnoticed by her royalty, her husband. He couldn't help but be captivated by her, always desperate / yearning to hear her speak. How did this girl, who did nothing more than remain reserved and true to herself, capture the heart of her royalty?

"The king may be powerful, but the queen is the force that steadies the throne, the wisdom that guides, and the heart that binds the kingdom together." In the enchanting backdrop of India's rich cultural tapestry, where tradition and heritage intermingle with the modern world, unfolds captivating royal love stories that defies expectations and sets hearts ablaze. The story of the Royals of Rajasthan. Join to know their journey to find love and its true meaning amidst the chaos of the world. In a universe woven with complexities, they navigated through life's trials and tribulations, seeking the essence of true connection. Each step was a move between vulnerability and strength, as they learned that love isn't merely a fleeting emotion, but a profound force that binds souls together. Through heartaches and triumphs, they discovered that love manifests in various forms, from the gentle touch of a hand to the silent understanding between spirits. It thrives in the laughter shared under starlit skies and in the tears shed in the embrace of solace. Love isn't confined by borders or definitions; it transcends time, space, and circumstance. Their journey became a testament to the resilience of the human heart, proving that amidst the chaos and clamour of the world, love stands as an unwavering beacon of hope. It whispers in the wind and echoes in the chambers of the soul, reminding us all that in the end, it's love that binds us, heals us, and gives life its deepest and most profound meaning.

"you three are sisters , Don't you feel absense of a brother on occasion like rakhi?" Tanvi and mehak punched saumya's arm lightly "She already got us as a bro ! What else does she need?" A trio group of sisters is the strongest group ever. Like they can roast someone together , protect each other standing like a Barrier....but when they got married...they separated.... But it's different with Chowdhury sisters...fate decided to not break their bond by making them same house's mistresses... Par ab sawal yeh hai ki kaun banega kiska pati? Kya hoga us haweli ko ? Kya wo sehe payegi is tino ko??? Most impressive rank #1 in tease : among 1.07k books

SIYAASAT the game of power, greed, envy, selfishness, conspiracy. The one who will win the game is called. The Ace of Spades. _______________________________ " Bhai" I entered my brother's office to call him outside. The office is dark and my brother is standing in the middle and 3 - 4 people are around him. " Bhai" I called him and everyone look at me startled. My brother looks at me like he wants to say something to me but can't say it. I take a step forward and the person who is standing in front of my brother turned and my breathing stopped. His face was covered with a white handkerchief but his eyes are visible. They are dark so dark yet alluring. I keep looking at him and he takes a step forward. My back collided with the wall and he come close to me. He come dangerously close to me and I close my eyes suddenly I felt him pull away and I open my eyes I see them all going but one thing caught my attention it's a shiny object which he held in his hand. A gun. _______________________ He raise his hand and filled my hairline with sindoor. " From now on you're husband and wife" the Priest announced. ________________________ I come into my room and locked the door. I turned and my eyes widened as I see him sitting on my bed. He looks at me and starts walking towards me taking predatory steps. He tried to intimidate me but I also look at him with the same intensity. He grabbed my hands and pinned them on the wall beside me and leaning closer I turned my face away. " Mohobbat karte hai tumse, toh kya pagal kar dalogi. Marte hai tum par, toh kya maar hi dalogi" he whispered in my ear. " Keemat," he said and I look at him. " Everything has a price you say yours. Keep your hand on it and it will be yours" he look at me with intensity. " Jo kahogi vo tumhara or tum hamari" I smirked because what I want he can't give me. " Palace" ________________________________ All the pictures are used belongs to their rightful owners.