She was never loved. Not by the world. Not even by her own father the man who tried to sell her when she was only seven. Growing up unwanted, she stopped asking for fairy tales. She stopped believing in miracles. All she ever wanted was simple to be chosen. To be kept. To be loved just once in her life. So when marriage came, she thought maybe this was it. Maybe this was her escape from a childhood filled with betrayal. Maybe her husband would finally see her worth. But she didn't know the truth. The man she married wasn't looking for love. He was looking for revenge. Haunted by the death of his parents, he vowed to destroy the man responsible. And when fate placed the daughter of his enemy in his hands, he made a promise she would suffer for her father's sins. To her, he was hope. To him, she was punishment. In a marriage built on revenge and innocence, can love survive? Or will hatred burn everything before it even begins?

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.

REVERSE AGE GAP SPORTS ROMANCE 𝐑𝐚𝐚𝐧𝐣𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐮𝐚 𝐦𝐚𝐢 𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐢𝐧 𝐤𝐚𝐮𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐢 𝐚𝐛 𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚... She sat in the wedding mandap, feeling extremely nervous about her wedding. Le Her Groom's Inner Feelings- "Agar Shadi Ke Baad Teacher Ne Assignment Maange To Mai Pakka Is Rayyan Chut!ye Ko Pit Dunga". He was her student - Rayyan was her younger brother.

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

Souls who never imagined they would be united one day. Souls who never imagined that one would heal wounds they never caused, gently kissing the scars left behind, while the other would fall harder with every passing moment. Souls who never imagined that one would love quietly and patiently, while the other would finally gather the courage to share the pain they had carried alone. Souls who never imagined that one would fall in love at first sight, while the other would slowly learn how to give their heart again. Souls who never imagined that one would stand against the world and say "you are enough" while the other would love them as naturally as breathing. This is a journey of family, friendships, healing, sacrifice, respect, silent glances, patience, and a love that begins like a spark and grows into something eternal. It is the story of two souls destined to find each other, proving that when love is arranged by the Deity, it can become truly immense when two hearts choose to walk through life together. Started: 1 August 2024 Ended:

𝐒𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 & 𝐅𝐈𝐅𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍 - The Innocence Of Teenage Love She was seventeen, with a heart full of dreams and her eyes set on the Indian Army. She was disciplined, determined, and always seemed to have everything under control. He was fifteen, her cheerful junior with messy hair, round glasses, amber eyes, and a heart that quietly chose her long before she ever noticed. She was busy chasing her dreams. He was busy finding little ways to make her smile. He couldn't buy her expensive gifts, so he made her things with his own hands. He couldn't solve all her problems, so he simply stayed close enough to remind her that she wasn't alone. And she never knew that the boy who smiled at her in the corridors was also the anonymous reader who read every word she secretly wrote about him. Two teenagers. Two hidden identities. One innocent little love story neither of them was quite brave enough to name. Because sometimes teenage love isn't about grand promises. Sometimes, it's a stolen glance during morning assembly, a samosa and a bottle of Frooti, a handmade bracelet, a name secretly written into every chapter, and a boy quietly wishing to be the reason she smiles. She was seventeen. He was fifteen. And perhaps, they were simply too young to understand love but old enough to feel it.

"𝐇𝐔𝐌 𝐀𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐌 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐈... 𝐊𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐉𝐈" SHE'D NEVER THOUGHT HE'D GET ON HIS KNEES... The rain hasn't stopped. But people did. Ganga ghat pe aarti abhi khatm hui thi. Hawa tez thi. The diyas flickered. Rain started. soft at first, then heavier. People grabbed their dupattas, rushed up the ghat steps. "Humare liye prem hi pooja hai. Aur pooja hi prem" she cut him off mid sentence "Toh kariye humari pooja" And he did. Woh uske samne sar jhuka ke baith gaya... "Aaj se Kartavya Rajpurohit aapke hua, kashi ji." Aaj se kartavya Rajpurohit aapke huye... "Hum nahi jaante prem kaise hota hai. Par jo bhi hai. woh aap hi ho." I don't know what love is supposed to feel like. I never did. But I know that before you, mornings were just mornings. Now they're the time I wonder if you slept well. I know that when you laugh I forget what I was doing. I know that when you're upset something in my chest pulls, like it's mine to fix, like it was always mine to fix. I have never fought for anything in my life. Never raised my voice. Never asked for anything. But for you I would learn. For you I would show up at every ghat, every lane, every place you've ever been, just to be where you are. I don't know what to do with this feeling. It's too big and I'm not a big person. But it's yours. All of it. Whatever this is, it's yours. Kashi Zaveri : who loved loudly, never knowing someone was just as gone for her. Kartavya Rajpurohit : who prayed with his whole heart, and loved the same way. This is their story. And this is banaras. Galiyon ki, ghaton ki, diyon ki. Families ki jo ghar jaisi lagti hain. Prem jo ki pooja jaisa mehsoos hota hai. Par Banaras sirf aarti aur phool nahi hai. Yahan dariya bhi hai. Aur dariya kabhi kabhi sab baha le jaata hai. 🌷Prem laat series book #1

જ⁀➴ 𝓔 𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 ~ "I asked you something, Why did you do that for me?" she said, fastening her seatbelt. He stared straight ahead at the road, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter than necessary. "Because I hate you," He said finally. Her head snapped toward him. "And damn it... you hate me too. Maybe the most." He let out a short breath. "And I want that hate all for myself." ~ "But you hated me." She said, while shivering in his arms. "I'm re-considering my life decisions at this point." He whispered before pulling her into a kiss.

BOOK 1 OF THE DESIRE SERIES He saves hearts. She protects them. Ayansh Rathore, the city's most renowned heart surgeon, and Ishika Chauhan, the fearless "Sunshine Police," are forced into an unexpected arrangement neither of them wanted. Two completely different worlds. One unexpected bond. And a love neither of them saw coming.