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.

A fierce princess. A ruthless Mughal king. Bound by a cold, political marriage neither wants. In ancient India's royal courts, love will have to fight through silence, fire, and forbidden desire. Historical romance. Slow burn. Dark passion. _____________________ The courtier had laughed. Too loud. Too long. And Siyamika had smiled-just for a moment, just out of politeness. But that was enough. Later that night, the palace corridors whispered with the sound of heavy footsteps. Her chamber door slammed shut. She barely had time to rise before he was in front of her. Zayyan. Cloaked in emerald, his jaw tight, eyes burning with something she couldn't name-but it wasn't cold. Not this time. "Was he amusing, rajkumari?" His voice was quiet. Deadly. "Did his jokes warm your lonely little evenings?" Siyamika stepped back, her spine brushing the carved pillar behind her bed. "I only smiled. It was-" "Too much," he growled. "Too soft. Too pretty. Too tempting." He reached for her chin, fingers curling firm, almost rough. She gasped-more from the closeness than the grip. "You are mine." "And if I have to remind you..." his gaze dropped to her lips, "...I will." _____________________________ Then he kissed her. Not with affection. Not with tenderness With anger. With control. With punishment. Her hands pushed at his chest-resisting, struggling-but he didn't move. Didn't stop until he had tasted every ounce of the fire he tried to bury. When he finally pulled away, his breath was ragged. Hers was stolen. "Let that be your last smile for another man," he said, voice like thunder. "Or next time, I won't stop there."

This story revolves around the 10th century. Where the kings are actual rulers. What happens when both main leads love each other but never voices out their feelings due to the relations between their kingdoms.

Viraaj, crowned prince of Pratapgarh, infamous all over India because of his cold and ruthless demeanor. Iravati, princess of Hridyavan, beautiful and kind. She has a great affection towards astrology. She has learned poetry, cooking and weaving like every other princess, but is she delicate and weak like other princesses too who needs men protection? She has hidden several secrets behind her smiles. How will Viraaj react when he will get to know real Iravati? Will they come together to expose every conspiracy going on in both kingdoms, behind their backs?

There is no need for any description.... you just wait and watch. The beast has arrived 🗡️🥀 Author warned you Aage kuch bhi ho sekta hai apne risk per hi padna 🤫💀⚠️ "don't fall in love with me. i'm a devil." he warned. "i know. but still I want you." she smiled. "do you even know what a devil is?" he questioned. "an angel filled with pain." she kissed on his forehead two broken souls scarred with the wounds from their demons, playing a dangerous game of trust and love "I look at you, and it terrifies me. It terrifies me what I would do for you." .

"In a world of swords and silence, it was never passion that saved them - but the love that never asked to be spoken." ★He finds the peace he never thought he'd deserve. ★She gives her heart without asking for his - believing that one day, he might give it anyway. ★But in a world ruled by swords and secrets... can love survive without speaking its name? ★First chapter: 10th October 2025 ★Final chapter :