𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 1 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥ 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ❥ "I am incomplete without you Just the way Stars are incomplete without the moon" ~Nayantara Rajput "And just like the moon, We must go Through phases of emptiness To feel full again." ~Anirudh Singh Rathore ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── The story revolves around Nayantara, the princess of Somgarh, and Anirudh, the prince of Rajgarh. They were childhood sweethearts who shared a deep affection for one another. Their parents arranged their betrothal during their early years, solidifying their bond. Both loved each other and were set to marry in a few months. But what happened that Somgarh and Rajgarh became enemy. and Anirudh denied to get married to Nayantara. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── What will Nayantara do now? In fifteenth century no one wanted to marry a woman whose engagement was already broken.

AKSHAT SINGHANIA - A literature professor in Singania Institute of Arts and Commerce. He is soft and caring person with a tough exterior, who doesn't believe in love or marriage because of his parent's broken relationship and his ex wife's betrayal. As a professor, he's dedicated to his work, and his no-nonsense attitude masks a softer side. AMRIT TRIPATHI - She is a straightforward but introvert student, embodying simplicity and honesty. While others vie for the attention of their stern professor, Akshat, Amrit remains unnoticed until life takes an unexpected turn. Her future dream is to become an writer and she is starting her PHD. However their fates intervened when Akshat had to marry Amrit for saving her from humiliation. Jump inside to join their journey ✨

🥀 Abhiraj Singh Rajvansh - At 28, a king feared by nations. Ruthless. Merciless. Dangerous. A monarch whose reign is remembered as the bloodiest era of the modern world. 🥀 Abhishree Abhiraj Singh Rajvansh - A delicate 20-year-old princess turned queen. Soft. Innocent. Naive. A girl born with a silver spoon... now stepping into a throne carved with blood. She left behind the comfort of her parents' palace only to enter a kingdom filled with dark secrets, buried betrayals, royal politics and revenge wrapped in silence. But being a queen means more than wearing a crown- It means diving into the depths of his world... and into him. A love story drenched in royalty, danger and the intoxicating pull of a king who never learned how to love gently. Welcome to The Queen of Rajvansh - where the innocent bride falls hopelessly, helplessly, gloriously in love with the man she was arranged to marry... the man who chose her first. ~ | 👑 | ~ ✨ TROPES ☆ Grumpy × Sunshine ☆ Arranged Marriage (Arranged by HIM) ☆ Royal Romance ☆ No Cheating / No Third-Party Drama ☆ Family Drama ☆ Loyal & Virgin Leads ☆ Age Gap ☆ Morally Grey MMC ☆ Bold FMC ☆ Love at First Sight ☆ Royal × Commoner ~ | 👑 | ~ ✨ TEASER "Jab ishq ka laal rang rooh par chadh jaaye toh jism ke rang jaane par shikwe nahi jataye jaate..." he whispered, his hands cupping her cheeks as he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead. A trembling smile touched her lips, her eyes glistening. "Badi der laga di aapne aane mein... kitna intezaar kiya humne aapka." ~ | 👑 | ~ ✨ EXPECT A marriage arranged by him. A queen chosen, claimed, and cherished. Political games, palace conspiracy, and a blood-soaked throne that hides a darker truth. ~ | 👑 | ~

"𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐑𝐞𝐲𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐤𝐡𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬𝐬." ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ "Zindagi ne ekbaar tumhe mujhse cheen liya... Lekin ab jo hoga, kismat ke hisaab ne nahi hoga, mere hisaab se hoga. Aur iss baar tumhe kuch nahi hoga. Iss baar bas barbaadi hogi. Unki. Jinhone meri jaan ki yeh haalat ki hai." And it wasn't a promise. It was a curse. It was a vow to every god in existence. And the air around him shifted-heavy, still, as if even the darkness feared what he had just sworn. But little did he know, their ends had already been written-in the same ink destiny once used to script her suffering. Their fates would burn, just as they had broken her. But not in his hands. Then who?

𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕱𝖔𝖗𝖊𝖛𝖊𝖗 𝖘𝖊𝖗𝖎𝖊𝖘 #1 𐙚 "𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐝𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐥𝐞𝐬 - 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫" 𐙚 ᴀʏᴀɴsʜ x ᴀʀʏᴀ ୨୧ AYANSH SINGHANIA ୨୧ A name that commands power, fear, and absolute dominance. One of Asia's youngest and most ruthless businessmen-a Mafia King whose name alone strikes terror. Arrogant, fierce, and dangerously unpredictable, he is a storm that never bends. Women crave him, power surrounds him, but love? Love is a weakness he buried long ago. Betrayal taught him that. Yet, beneath the ice and steel, there is one truth only a few will ever know-a heart that still beats, but only for one. "𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭." ୨୧ ARYA KAPOOR ୨୧ A soul of gentleness and light, yet burdened by shadows. Sweet, naive, and kindhearted-she believes in love, though she's never known it. Born into a house, but never a home. Abuse, neglect, and broken dreams shaped her, yet her heart still beats for art-her only escape. Fate, cruel as ever, leads her to a man she should fear-a storm of fire and ice. And yet, he becomes the only place she ever felt safe. "𝐇𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐈 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐮𝐧 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦, 𝐲𝐞𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝." Tropes Grumpy x Sunshine, Age gap, Arrange marriage, Bi

This book is the sequel to 'Prisha: The Devil's Solace'. I suggest you read that book first, and then continue with 'Prisha: The Devil's Claim'." _________ She stared at him with trembling eyes, her vision blurred by unshed tears. He was hers-her Rudhransh, her devil, her monster husband. Once, he had belonged only to her. But everything had changed three years ago. Now, he loathed her, despised her with a fury that left scars deeper than any blade. And to hurt her, to shatter whatever was left of her soul, he was doing the unthinkable. He was marrying someone else. He was becoming someone else. The room swam around her as she watched him fill another woman's hairline with vermillion, his fingers steady, his expression indifferent. The mangalsutra lay against her throat like a verdict, final and merciless. Her heart twisted violently inside her chest, every beat sending cracks through her already fragile existence. She took a step back-then another-as the cruel reality crashed down on her, suffocating her completely. Gone. He was gone. The last hope she had nurtured for six years-the hope that one day, somehow, he would be hers again-had just been crushed beneath the weight of his betrayal. Her steps faltered. Her vision darkened. Before she could process the whirlwind of agony ripping through her, she felt herself falling-plummeting into nothingness. Then-darkness. Cold. Silent. Suffocating. A shiver ran down her spine as the eerie quiet wrapped around her like chains, holding her captive. And then-his voice. Deep. Laced with something dangerous. "What will I do with you, dewdrop?" Her breath hitched. No. No. It wasn't possible. Her fingers curled against the unforgiving floor beneath her as realization struck with brutal force. "Is Rudhransh here with her? Or is she just dreaming with her eyes open?" And who is on mandap

"तुझे जीत-जीत हारूं... ये प्राण-प्राण वारूँ... हाय ऐसे मैं निहारू...तेरी आरती उतारूं... तेरे नाम से जुड़े हैं सारे नाते..." (Saiyyan) Love that's sacred. Loyalties that are tested. Secrets that can shake nations. In the glamorous heart of Milan, beneath the glint of fashion and fame, lies a covert mission threatening to tear the world apart. Shivaang Shrivastav, a RAW agent operating under the guise of a textile exporter, is on the hunt for a deadly terror-financing network hidden within Europe's elite. But fate throws him into the path of Ruhi Verma, an aspiring designer with a heart full of dreams and a past she's trying to forget. What begins as a forced arrangement slowly turns into a bond neither of them saw coming. Between stolen glances, shadowed enemies, and whispered betrayals, their story unfolds - a tale of love blooming amid lies and hearts beating beneath bulletproof vests. Rati: His Operation Forever is not just a mission. It is a vow. To protect. To serve. And to love, even when everything else demands otherwise. Ranking: #1 in secretidentity #1 in undercovermission #5 in spyromance

❛ 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐀𝐦 𝐀 𝐃𝐫𝐮𝐠 𝐀𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 ❜ 𝙎𝙖𝙖𝙣𝙨𝙤𝙣 𝙠𝙞 𝙢𝙖𝙡𝙖 𝙥𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙢𝙧𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙢𝙖𝙞 𝙥𝙞 𝙠𝙖 𝙣𝙖𝙖𝙢! Book One Of 'Bound Wives Trilogy' 𝙈𝘼𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙑𝙄 "Dur rahiye mujhse nafrat karti hu mai aapse" , She screamed. "Thakurani sa koi apni saans se dur rah sakta hai bhala?" , He said and kissed her forehead. 𝘼𝙍𝙈𝘼𝙉 ♡ 𝙆𝘼𝙎𝙃𝙄𝙎𝙃 "Karib aaoge mere to tabahi ka alam dekhoge" , she said smilingly. "Jab tumhare ishq me hum tabah ho hi gaye hai to thoda aur sahi" , He said with smirk. Top #3 in India - 7 | 08 | 2025 Top #2 in India - 8 | 08 | 2025

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

❝𝐀𝐝𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐝𝐢𝐚 & 𝐌𝐢𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚❞ I should not feel anything for someone who is my enemy, someone who has caused me so much pain that the very thought of him should fill me with nothing but rage and bitterness. Yet, against all logic, I feel it-I feel the heat rising beneath my skin . The mere idea of his touch sends shivers down my spine, igniting sensations that I desperately want to ignore. This isn't right. I shouldn't crave the presence of someone I despise, but my body betrays me, responding to him in ways that my mind fiercely rejects. He stands so close that his breath fans across my face, warm and intimate, stirring emotions that I refuse to acknowledge. A slight movement is all it would take for our lips to meet, for this unbearable tension to shatter into something far more dangerous. His hands are braced on either side of my head, trapping me, yet he doesn't need to touch me to make me feel trapped. His body hovers just out of reach, yet I can sense him, every inch of him, as if the air itself is an extension of his presence. I shouldn't desire this man. I shouldn't want to close the gap, to feel the press of his body against mine. I should be repulsed, disgusted by how my thoughts betray my hatred. But my body doesn't listen to reason , it yearns for what it shouldn't, driven by instincts I can't control. I despise him-my enemy- My rival-but the line between hatred and desire is blurring, and I'm terrified of which side I might fall on. {𝖠 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖺𝗅𝗈𝗇𝖾 } | | Mature content 18+| |