Jk~"If love meant waiting an entire lifetime, I'd wait. Even if you never chose me... I'd still choose you. Again and again, across centuries if I had to." YN~"You don't even know who I truly am. I'm not like the women of this time. I argue, I question, I fight." Jk~"Good. Then fight for me too."

In the 18th century, Princess Siya Kumari of Mewar Face a swayamvar arranged by her father, knowing her choice was already made. Her longing for freedom contrasts with her royal duty. Meanwhile, in modern Mumbai, ruthless billionaire Ekansh Rathore dismisses emotions as weaknesses. His world collides with Siya's when she inexplicably time-travels to his era and faints in front of his car. Ekansh, intrigued by Siya despite his skepticism, helps her and begins investigating her mysterious background. Siya, disoriented by the modern world, is drawn to Ekansh's complexity, while he is captivated by her grace. Their interactions reveal a deep, unexpected connection that challenges their beliefs and emotional barriers. As their bond grows, they confront their pasts and insecurities. Facing personal demons and adapting to new realities, they find that their meeting might be more than coincidence. Their journey becomes a transformative exploration of love, healing, and a chance to reshape their destinies together. ********* Ekansh: "You know, Siya, I never believed in fate or love... not until you appeared in my life. You walked out of a different time, but it feels like you were meant to be here, in my world, with me." ................................ Author Note: ...................................................... Please first read 5 Chapters to Decide if you like or not🥲 ..................................................... feel free to comment

Leonardo Rosewood A kind but lonely 30-year-old guy, he's had some experiences that turned him into an atheist. He works as a high-ranking officer for the British East India Company. He commands power and respect. He's not rude, but he's not exactly the friendliest person either. Radha A 19-year-old girl with an innocent curiosity to explore the wonders of the world, she faced an unimaginable heartbreak when societal pressures forced her into marriage at the tender age of sixteen, wedded to a man nearly four times her age, a fifty-eight-year-old stranger. Each day became a struggle as she silently endured the weight of her circumstances, her dreams stifled under the burden of expectations. Yet, amid the pain and turmoil, a flicker of hope burned within her, fueled by her unwavering faith in Kanha. She clung to that hope like a lifeline, believing that someday, despite the harsh realities surrounding her, she might find her own path to happiness and freedom. A love story that was never meant to be... but fate had other plans. Will their love endure and blossom in the unforgiving grip of an orthodox society? Or They would get bleedingly ripped apart and forgotten in history? (This story is set in the 1910s in India, during the colonization era.) Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction set in 1910s India and is not historically accurate. It is purely for entertainment purposes and does not intend to whitewash British colonial rule. The characters and events are fictional and should not be seen as a reflection of real history.

1st book of Cursed series in continuation of Shivanya series Dhruv- A prince who was cursed since birth, A widower and father of 5 years old girl. The most calm , innocent and intelligent person in entire Mahawargarh kingdom. But is this really his true identity ? "why...why i always feel that he is not what it looks like...it feels he hide this side of his from everyone but not from me " Taara whispered " why I feel , he is not as innocent as he looked " "because , I am not innocent at all my little moon " he replied while moving towards her with slow steps " I am cursed " She was just a maid working in his kingdom not aware of the fact...that she is going to be the curse breaker for him. Highy mature content

𝐿𝑒𝑡 𝑚𝑒 𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢 𝑜𝑛 𝑎 𝑣𝑎𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛! 𝐓𝐨 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞? 𝑇𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑝𝑒 𝑜𝑓 𝐴𝑙𝑙𝑎ℎ𝑎𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑑𝑢𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑜𝑓 1910, 𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡𝑤𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑚𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑏𝑖𝑑𝑑𝑒𝑛 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑓𝑟𝑜𝑚.

The museum was buzzing with excitement. Prerna Agarwal, a college student, walked through its grand halls . This trip was supposed to be a fun escape, but something about this place felt like it was calling to her. The highlight of the museum was an ancient portrait that had just been uncovered. It was still being restored, with only the middle part cleaned. Prerna pushed through the crowd to get a closer look. Her heart stopped. The woman in the painting looked exactly like her. The guide's voice carried through the room, explaining the story behind the portrait. "This is Princess Shivanya Maheshwari, known for her beauty and wisdom. But her life ended in betrayal. History says she was accused of treason and killed by a ruthless prince-Prithviraj Kshatriya ." Prerna couldn't stop staring. How could someone from centuries ago look just like her? Unable to resist, she sneaked back into the museum after hours. She made her way to the portrait . As she stood before the painting, a strange energy filled the air. The room seemed to shift, and a sudden gust of wind surrounded her. Before she could step back, a bright light engulfed her, and everything went dark. When Prerna opened her eyes, she wasn't in the museum anymore. she looked down at herself and gasped. She was wearing a heavy royal outfit, her arms covered in gold bangles. She wasn't Prerna Agarwal anymore. She was Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. Prerna remembered the tragic end the princess was supposed to face. "I won't let history repeat itself," she whispered to herself. But things quickly became complicated. She soon met Prithviraj Kshatriya, the prince history had labeled as her killer.He was intimidating, his sharp eyes filled with anger and mystery. But time was running out. The tragic end she knew was approaching fast, and Prerna had to find a way to change it. Could she rewrite history and save herself? Or would she be trapped in the same fate as Princess Shivanya?

The air was thick with the scent of damp earth and old secrets as Aranya Mehra stepped into the ruins of a forgotten temple, hidden deep within the Vindhya mountains. The sun was setting . It was Shivratri evening, and the world outside this forgotten place was preparing for its annual rituals. Aranya's heart raced with excitement. She had spent years studying ancient texts and forgotten histories .As she ventured deeper into the sanctum, there, standing in the center of the room, was a massive mirror. Its frame was adorned with intricate designs of vines and blooming lotuses, shimmering faintly in the dim light. The mirror was unlike any she had ever seen. Aranya frowned, her archaeologist's instincts stirring. Without thinking, she pressed her palm against the glass. The moment she touched it, the world around her shifted. A strange pull gripped her, and before she could step back, the world spun.The spinning stopped abruptly, and Aranya opened her eyes. She gasped. She was no longer in the temple. The world around her was breathtakingly beautiful, yet somehow wrong. In the distance, a city rose . But something was wrong. As Aranya watched, she noticed an eerie pattern. The same woman fetched water from the well every few minutes, her movements identical to the last time. The same child chased a kite, laughing as if it were the first time,m . The priests chanted the same verses, their voices rising and falling in an unbroken rhythm. Her heart began to race as the realization hit her. This kingdom-this world-was trapped in a loop, living the same day over and over again. It was as if time had forgotten them, or perhaps they had forgotten time. she turned toward the city, her eyes narrowing as she spotted a figure standing at the edge of a grand courtyard. But it was his eyes that held her captive. He wasn't trapped in the loop. He was aware . "Hail to our king, Rudraksha Veeraditya," She heard.

We were never supposed to marry, and our marriage was wrong because of many reasons but it didn't take him a single second before he shouted in front of the whole village and said that I am his wife and marry me in front of them. And I was just standing there like a statue because what could I have done when my own family is in different country and the person whom I was getting married ran away leaving me to get killed by the goons. He saved me when no one was there for me, when everyone was against me and wanted to kill me. He stood there like a rock and become my shield and my husband. And this is where our story of endless love and fight begins. And all of this just because we are from different religion and society will never accept our marriage and love. All of this started because of that tremendously awful day when it was announced that our country is getting divided into two parts and that we have to leave our country, my home where I was born and brought up. The partition of 1947 changed my life for forever. I am Noor and this is my story of Love and War with those whom I used to thought were my loved ones.

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

The prospect of becoming an Empress seemed blissful, yet the reality proved to be more cursed than she could have imagined. Every day, Nayantara's whispered prayers reached the heavens: 'Would it not have been better had I embraced death's embrace? In my absence, the world might have found a better existence.' " रोज भगवान से यह ही प्राथना है, मर जाते तो अच्छा होता, हम ना होते पर जहा तो होता।" Born an orphaned princess, Nayantara's marriage to the Crown Prince of Magadh held her last shred of hope. Little did she know that the threads of their relationship would be woven with deceit, shrouded in secrets, and obscured by shadows. As Nayantara's heart aches from the heartbreak inflicted by her husband's deception, she faces a daunting choice: Can she find it within herself to forgive him and mend the shattered pieces of their bond? In the midst of this turmoil, one question lingers: Can Nayantara defy her destiny, or must she learn to embrace the unexpected path that fate has woven?" The much destined to be an Empress sounds blissful the more cursed it actually is. Highest Rankings #2 in adult #5 in royalty #31 in historical #32 in warriors #80 in history #184 in suspense #1 in sensual #78 in historicalfiction #331 in India #5 in ancient #25 in queen #6 in historicalromance ♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤♡♤ WARNING The story contains sexual contain and blood violence. Please continue keeping your age in mind. Suggested age:- Above 18