"𝐼𝑛 𝑎 𝑤𝑜𝑟𝑙𝑑 𝑓𝑢𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑛𝑠, 𝑠ℎ𝑒'𝑠 𝑚𝑦 𝑠𝑢𝑛." 𝘿𝙞𝙮𝙖 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙢𝙖 is kind, too kind and strong in the way that makes people forget she bleeds too. Love was never expected, only endurance. So when her father asked her to marry she nodded... not out of hope, but habit. 𝙑𝙚𝙙𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙝𝙤𝙩𝙧𝙖, grew up in a home that taught him how to build empires but never taught him how to ask for a hug. Marriage was never part of the plan until a hospital room, a fading pulse, and the one man he could never disappoint whispered a final wish. Neither expected warmth. Neither expected understanding. And they definitely didn't expect comfort in each's other's silence. A tale of quiet yearning- an arranged marriage where silence becomes a language and love sneaks in when no one's looking. - M 💌

[ Politician's Son × Brothel Girl ] "You see this? Take a good, long look." He gestured vaguely at her crumpled form. "Because it's the last time any of you are ever going to see her." Roshini let out a fresh sob. He ignored her. He was addressing the crowd, his audience. "I don't know which one of you sick bastards has been enjoying this, and I don't care. But the party is over. This one?" He leaned down, grabbing her chin and forcing her tear-stained, terrified face up to look at him. "She's mine now." ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ I went to the brothel to drag a name through the mud. Hers. They said she was a sin men paid for, so I decided I'd be the only one who touched her life from that night on. I told myself I was punishing a lie, protecting my blood, ending a disgrace. She never cried. Never begged. Just looked at me like I was temporary. I thought I was punishing her. I thought I was ruining her. I went to ruin her life. Instead she ruined me. Slowly ruined me. ◀ | MATURE CONTENT | ▶ ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ All Rights Reserved 2026 © Chiya Saxena

In a world where justice and darkness walk the same streets, Atharva Yadhuvanshi is the man people trust to hunt monsters. A fearless CBI officer, known for his ruthless investigations and unbreakable moral code, he has spent years chasing criminals who believe they can escape the law. But the most dangerous criminal he will ever hunt... is the woman he cannot stop being drawn to. Akanksha Roy Singhania looks like perfection - graceful, intelligent, and untouchably elegant. To the world, she is calm and composed. But inside her mind lives another shadow. A darker persona. A silent predator. Haunted by Dissociative Identity Disorder, Akanksha lives with a fractured identity - one that hides a ruthless killer who leaves behind bodies and unanswered questions. When Atharva begins investigating a string of brutal murders, every clue leads him closer to a truth he isn't ready to face. Because the woman he is falling for... might also be the monster he is hunting. In a story filled with psychological twists, dark secrets, obsession, and forbidden love, the line between hunter and prey begins to blur. And when love collides with madness... Who will survive the truth?

Raised in exile, Princess Zohra returns to the palace only to be surrendered to Sultan Sikander after his army forces her father into negotiation. Sent to his kingdom as a political guarantee, she expects a tyrant-but finds a ruler trapped in an unwanted marriage arrangement. When the Sultan's bride escapes on the day of the nikah, Sikander marries Zohra instead to protect his honour. What starts as a forced alliance slowly turns into a clash of wills, quiet care, and a love neither of them planned. ★First chapter : 2nd November 2024 ★Final chapter : 21st August 2025 Happy Journey :))))

In 1991, when silence was expected from broken women, Chanda chose to walk away. Escaping an abusive marriage should have meant freedom... but her village answered with curses, judgment, and exile. Cast aside by the very people who once called her their own, Chanda believed life had nothing gentle left to offer. Then fate placed her path beside Surya Deshmukh - an IAS officer known for his discipline, but not for the quiet kindness that lived in his heart. In a world that tried to break her, Surya, Her Husband and his parents did something rare: they chose compassion over gossip, dignity over doubt, and love over fear. What begins as shelter slowly becomes healing... and what starts as kindness begins to bloom into a love neither of them expected. But can a woman scarred by the past believe she deserves happiness again? Set in the India of 1991, this is a story of courage, second chances, and a love that rises where the world once tried to bury hope. Sometimes, the bravest thing a woman can do... is begin again. #secondmarriage 2 #marriageofconvenience 3 #2 Romance #1 India #3 Indian #4 India # Marriage #4 Marriage #3 Secondchance #romance 4 #indian 2 #india 1

In the world where beauty is being admired, I was born in my father's kingdom as dark. Surely, beauty has been praised by many poets, writers, but ugliness - never! Now, I have turned eighteen years old and according to my father it is a perfect age to get married. Nobody asked my consent. Cause a black lady should be happy that she is even getting married....questioning and choosing is meant for beautiful ones. One day, I get to know by a maid that my marriage is going to happen with a sixty years old king who is very wealthy. At that moment, I decided, it's better to die than to marry in a hell where I was going to be used as an object. But... I had a plan to escape this hell.

𝐀 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬. ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Rajkumari Amritika Devadatt does not arrive at Pratihara to be chosen. Instead, she arrives to choose, to see, to understand exactly what kind of rot lives beneath a kingdom's golden surface and she finds it faster than even she expected. Pratihara is a kingdom where women enter through back doors, lower their eyes, and learn that silence is survival. Where power belongs to men who have never been questioned and cruelty wears the face of tradition. Yuvraj Adhiraj Pratihar has spent twenty three years carrying his mother's last words like a wound that never closed. Neither he wasn't waiting for a saviour nor he wasn't expecting her either. One corrupt kingdom and Two people who want it burned to the ground. The question isn't whether they'll succeed. The question is whether they'll survive each other first? ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Warnings ⚠️: • Sexual assault • Abuse of power • Patriarchal violence and trauma Read with care ♡ ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Tropes: • Royal saga • Historical Romance • Patriarchal kingdom • Morally Grey FMC • Revenge act • Women empowerment • Systemic corruption • Power & Politics • Internalised Patriarchy • Female Rage • Slow burn ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ © 2026 authorwisteria All rights reserved.

"𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡?" His voice came low, almost amused. "𝐄𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤." Two empires. One shattered alliance. A war that demanded blood. A nightmare for Samravathi's last princess... and a disgrace the Sultan of the Rubiyat Sultanate could not afford. Secrets unravel, bonds turn bitter, and a curse is reborn.

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

♡︎ 𝐀𝐊𝐒𝐇𝐍𝐈 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒 1 ♡︎ ༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻ 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬 𝑻𝑹𝑨𝑽𝑬𝑳 !!! 𝒘𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕... 𝒂𝒕 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔... 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒇 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒈𝒐 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆- 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔... 𝒘𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒇𝒊𝒙 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕... 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆... 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏... 𝒃𝒖𝒕... 𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒏 𝒑𝒐𝒔𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆? 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒅𝒂𝒚... 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘𝒔 𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒕𝒐𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒓𝒐𝒘... ________________________________ 𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒆... 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑𝒔 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒕𝒊𝒎𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒘𝒏... 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒕 𝒊𝒏 𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚... 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒔- 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒇 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒉. ________________________________ ☆ 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒅𝒊𝒅 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒄𝒉 980 𝑨.𝑫.? ☆ 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒋𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒆𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒐𝒕 𝒇𝒓𝒐𝒎 𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅? ☆ 𝒘𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒚 𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌? ♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡