I'm standing in my wedding lenhga Looking at the Barat on my door. Agasthya is smiling looking at his family, who are dancing crazily. our family is happy with this marriage and We both agree to marry for shake of them. however deep down my heart is ponding. so many thoughts are running in my mind. Hello my dear friend! It's been a long, Saumya,Once my friend and now my rivals said smirking at me which broke my chain of thoughts. I don't remember I have invited you; I spoke in annoyance, turning my gaze back to the entrance. Of course you didn't but how can I miss your wedding, when you are stepping into your destruction, she said smirking and I snapped at her. Frown is visible on my forehead. Did you know that your soon to be husband, Agasthya! Suppose to be marrying me? Saumya asked. My eyes got widen hearing her words. She scoffed seeing my reaction. You didn't, Then I'm sure you have known that he has someone else in his heart!? She said smiling and I stared at her with welling eyes. He is marrying you just for his family. you are nothing but just a decoration to him, which he elegantly shows to the world. Those words are enough to get chill on my spine, tears roll down my cheeks and my legs weakned. You might be daughter in law of Surywanshi's but you will never be his wife. You might be sharing his bed, but you never have his heart. He will never love you, Aarya! Never! She said clenching my jaw. I slumped onto floor hearing her words. My breaths get uneven, and I can't breathe. Aarya! You are taking which is not belong to you and I will make sure you never get happy with it! Never! She said and walked away. Will Aarya able to get love and happiness from this marriage? will Agasthya ever able to accept Aarya as his destiny? let's find out all this together my my curious fellas...

Trisha's carefully arranged wedding was meant to be perfect, until her groom shattered the alliance just hours before the ceremony. She knows exactly who will be blamed for the disgrace. The princess who cannot speak. With shocked guests, hushed whispers, and a kingdom teetering on scandal, one man steps forward, the king of Ratangarh, the most powerful kingdom in Ancient Hindustan. Turning to her father, he declares, "Marry your daughter to my second son. I will take her as my daughter-in-law." Thrust into a marriage born of duty rather than choice, Trisha finds herself bound to a stranger in a land she does not know. In a world of royal intrigues, buried truths, and unspoken emotions, can a mute princess find love... or will destiny demand a far greater price?

"I suggest you sit down, Rajkumari..." the old spy whispered, barely above a breath as he collapsed before her. His cloak was soaked in blood-not his own-and his face was pale with terror she had only seen on the battlefield. Jhanvi's hand froze mid-motion as she reached for her goblet. It had only been four days. Four days since she was forced to return to Deshmukh and left her Ranjha alone. "What happened?" Her voice was quieter than she expected. The man looked up, shame clouding his eyes. "Forgive me, Rajkumari... I could not stop him. No one can." Jhanvi's brows furrowed. "Prithvi?" He nodded. "The King has executed seventeen prisoners in three days. No trials. No questions. Among them... a boy, fifteen, who tried to steal from the temple steps. An eighty-year-old woman accused of speaking ill of the crown. He didn't flinch." Jhanvi's breath caught. "That's not... him." The spy clenched his fists. "He doesn't sleep. He skips meals. The royal doctor says his body is tearing from the inside-he's injured himself thrice during combat drills. Blood everywhere. He won't stop." Jhanvi stood, heart pounding. "Why are the ministers allowing this?!" "Who dares to stand in his way?" the man cried. "When an ambassador from an allied kingdom said, 'Your Majesty is fortunate to have been loved by such a divine woman,' he exiled the entire delegation. Burned the alliance papers and cut ties with the most powerful kingdom." Jhanvi staggered back, hand to her chest. "He... ended a diplomatic tie over... me?" "He screamed," the man rasped, eyes wide with memory. "He threw his sword and shouted, 'If I'm so fortunate, where the hell is my raani?!'" Silence filled the chamber. The spy whispered, "He's not a king anymore, Rajkumari. He's a man burning alive from the absence of his queen." Jhanvi clutched the table, heart aching. "He'll destroy himself," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But... what about my self-respect?"

"Will you give yourself to me, Rosamund?" he asked, his hand moving down to support my neck and tilt my head up, his lips fanning over mine. "Yes, your Majesty," I breathed out. ♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♡ Graceful, humble, pure, That is what Rosamond Bramwick was raised to be. Dutiful, obedient... silent. Always do what she is told, endure, even in hardships. Endure. even when faced with the most cruel people. Meek and at the mercy of men. Just be pretty and have a fertile womb and nothing more. Useless but beautiful. But beauty is a hundred times lethal if one knows how to use it. And how far will she fall to protect what she loves. "When he bends to my will, the rest will follow" ♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♡ Warning: This story is for 18+ readers for its sexual content, strong language, and violence. ♡♡♡♡♥︎♡♡♡♡ Updates every Monday and Thursday ● Published on: 09/06/2024 ● Finished on:

She was 18. He was 30..HE IS A KING Of marwar, Jodhpur. "I'm your wife, you can't ignore me rana sa!" "No, Kainaat... you're just a deal, a child." -"are u cheating on me?" She asked before breaking down. A forced royal marriage meant to end a long-standing rivalry between two powerful families. To him, she was a child bride - too young, too common, too unwanted. He gave her a palace, his last name... and nothing else. No love. No touch. No claim. --- - He's cold, royal, and ruthless. -She's kind, rebellious, and secretly possessive. ~She was once the unwanted queen. Now she's the one who owns the king.

Erika Lovet is used to being in the background, always in her sister's shadow. Since she was a child, her parents have always doted on Alice, have always wanted the best for her, while Erika, the other child, is always thought of second, but still expected to be like her sister. So, it's a surprise to everyone when the dashing Prince asks for Erika, and not her sister. Who knew that the only person to notice Erika first, just happens to be the one that every other girl in the land desires?

Through times we have heard unconventional love stories, there was 'Layla and Majnu' 'Romeo and Juliet' 'Jodha and Akbar' 'Shah Jahan and Mumtaz Mahal' 'Chun Hyang and Mongryong' and most recently the love story between 'Rose and Jack' of the Titanic. In the midst of all these names is a forgotten love story that transcend all boundaries. It went beyond religion, class, and revenge. It went beyond stereotypes. This is the story of a young prince who fell in love with a spirited young noble girl. They were merely thirteen and fourteen years of age. He hid his true identity and she did the same. Everything about her drew him in. Whether it's her stubbornness, her caring attitude and most of all her beauty was something to behold. Due to unforeseen circumstances they were torn apart. She couldn't let go and he hasn't let go. Too many clashes of interest and way too many wanted them apart. Together they will conquer the world but separately they will bring destruction to the world. The fight and struggle for the Emperor's heart, the dismal women who will do anything to gain that all elusive power. One woman though was destined for it all. And she's all he yearns for. A Persian tale set during the sixteenth century.

I clutched my bridal saree tightly and sat nervously on the flower-decorated bed. My throat felt dry as I swallowed hard. I was about to lift my veil when the door creaked open. My eyes instantly darted toward him. He stepped in, removed his kurta casually, and came to sit in front of me. My heart pounded. I shut my eyes, but within moments, he gently lifted my veil. "Ankhein kholo," he whispered. Slowly, I opened my eyes. He was even more handsome than I had imagined-fairer than me, with eyes so deep and mesmerizing that they held me captive. My breath caught when he said softly, "Takane ke liye poori umar padi hai... abhi so jaaye." Embarrassment flushed my cheeks, and I lowered my gaze to my toes. But then he held my chin tenderly, guiding my eyes back to him. "Jaakar kapde badal lo," he said gently. I nodded, quickly rising to my feet. As soon as I stepped into the bathroom, I exhaled a long, shaky breath. Tonight was the first time I had seen him so closely... and yet, he was so unexpectedly gentle.

To those who love~ ❝She hated lies... so he rewrote her memories❞ ──────·୨ৎ·────── She was never meant to be a queen. Yet destiny dressed her in fire - and called her Anantara. Born to heal, but bound to rule. Loved by a man the world called Sarkaar. Feared by those who whispered her name in the corridors of power She was his sister's best friend - a girl made of light, laughter, and dreams. Until darkness claimed her name. Behind every choice she makes, his shadow moves. Behind every memory she holds, his hand rewrites the truth. He controls her life, her mind, her world - and still, she keeps returning to him. Because love is not what binds them. Obsession does. Secrets do. Siyaasat does. And somewhere between truth and treachery, their hearts still remember what their minds have forgotten UPDATE EVERY SATURDAY "तुझे छू लूं तो कुछ मुझे हो जाएगा जो मैं चाहता न हो मुझको तुझे मिल के ये दिल मेरा बह जाएगा इसी बात का डर है मुझको के हो ना जाए प्यार तुमसे मुझे कर देगा बर्बाद इश्क़ मुझे हो ना जाए प्यार तुमसे मुझे बेहद बेशुमार तुमसे..."

Flora is just turning eighteen when she her parents decide it's time for her to go to her first gala. Flora was homeschooled, learning her whole life basic etiquette suited for a lady who may one day be someone's bride. Not that she had a choice in the matter. Flora was never let out of the house her occasional route was bedroom, kitchen, garden, library and back to bed. So when her Father tells her she will be attending the princes ball, why, her heart almost jumped out of her chest. Elijah, crowned King, who is in his early twenties is looking for a bride-well, his mother actually. Elijah refuses to marry anyone since he believes he doesn't need anyone except himself and his sword to rule a kingdom. His mother disapproves and throws his son a suitors ball! Where all the beautiful, lavish, rich, women are to attend to and swoon her soon.