Born and Bought up in small village, she has only known how to cook, how to fight and how to sow and reap the crops not the politics and life inside the palace, being an ordinary girl she has many dreams like getting married to a man giving birth to their child and giving the motherly love to those children she hasn't received in her life, the last thing she has ever expected was to walk to the aisle and getting Married to Your Majesty. He was a cruel heartless and manipulative King, Always putting his need before anyone, he has always been in control, and the sudden internal clash in his kingdom has shook his throne angering him and forcing him to take action even it means marrying a commoner.

"They said professors shouldn't fall. But no one warned him about Jungkook." Professor Kim Taehyung was a man of rules-graceful, distant, and untouchable behind wire-rimmed glasses and tailored suits. He built walls with quiet words and colder glances, never letting anyone too close. But Jeon Jungkook never followed rules. A top student with a reckless edge, Jungkook saw through Taehyung's polished mask. He noticed the lingering stares, the subtle tremble in his voice, the way his fingers tightened around his pen whenever Jungkook spoke. But there was more to Jungkook than trouble. Something Taehyung could only feel crawling under his skin when those eyes looked at him too long. And now, the student wasn't the one being taught. He was in control. And Professor Taehyung... was unraveling. ☆Top- Jeon Jungkook. ☆Bottom- Kim Taehyung. #Angst #Mystery-Horror-Romance #Forbidden #Slowburn

His madness for her is mess:- "If I die, Piya and sometimes I think I might, because my heart beats too fast when I think of you-you will still remember me every single day. Every time you see a jasmine flower, every time the phone rings and no one speaks, every time you see a man who is too tall or a car that is too dark... you will see me. I will be the ghost that haunts your marriage until it screams." ________________________________________ She leaned forward, her eyes pleading. "Please, Nikhil. If you ever truly cared for me, do this one thing. Forget me. Become the old Nikhil again-the one who loved books more than shadows. Leave me with my family. I will talk to Ekansh. I will take back all the charges. You can go to London, start over, breathe free air. Just... leave me." He looked up at her, his eyes wild and bloodshot, tears wetting her feet. "Please, Piya. Just love me back. Tell me you love me, and I'll burn these photos. I'll burn the world. I'm doing this because you're pushing me away! You're forcing me to be a villain when I just want to be your slave!" ​"Nikhil, let me go!" she shrieked, struggling beneath him. "I am disgusted by you!" she spat, her chest heaving. "Don't you ever touch me again! Your touch is like poison. I can feel the filth of your mind on my skin!" Dirty?" he whispered, his voice cracking into a high, terrifying giggle. "She thinks I'm dirty? Then I'll show her what the dirt actually is. "Why can't you just die before coming, i don't want you, just go to your evil father." Piya said crying looking at her swollen belly. This story will get dark in further chapters. I will update every night. So please vote for next chapters, comments your thoughts, and also subscribe for more stories like this. copyright all the story line is mine . the picture and music used in this story credit goes to their original owner.

|| 𝐕𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈 || 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐞𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐯𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝑺𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏 1900𝒔 𝒎𝒊𝒅 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂, 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒓𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒉𝒐𝒏𝒐𝒓, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏 𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒆𝒔. 𝑽𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂 𝒂 𝒈𝒊𝒓𝒍 𝒓𝒂𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒔𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒔𝒌𝒂𝒂𝒓 -𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒂𝒏 𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒚 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒓𝒖𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏. 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒅, 𝒔𝒐𝒇𝒕-𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒏, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒖𝒄𝒉𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒆 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔, 𝒔𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒗𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒆𝒕 𝒅𝒊𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚. 𝑹𝒂𝒋𝒗𝒆𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒑𝒐𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒛𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒓 𝒇𝒂𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒚 - 𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒏 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒆𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒚, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒘𝒆𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒆𝒈𝒂𝒄𝒚. 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒃𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒈𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓, 𝒊𝒕 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒊𝒓𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕. 𝑰𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒈𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏. 𝑨 𝒑𝒖𝒍𝒍 𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒏𝒈 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒐𝒓𝒆

Silk saree. Diamond necklace. Red lips. A wealthy man's possession. A mistress. Her fingers slowly touched the fading bruise near her collarbone before quickly moving away, as though even she could not bear touching herself anymore. Outside the locked bedroom, laughter and music echoed through the mansion halls. Another party. Another night where powerful people would stare at her with curiosity, pity, or hidden mockery. "That's Abhinandan Varada's mistress" "She used to be a classical dancer, right?" "What a waste." The whispers never ended. Ahalya closed her eyes tightly. Once, people looked at her with admiration. Now they looked at her like sin A knock came at the door. "Madam,""Sir is calling you downstairs." Her stomach tightened instantly. Fear had become instinct now. Ahalya wiped her tears before they could fall and forced herself to stand. No matter how broken she felt... He would still call. And she would still go. Because Abhinandan Varada always got what he wanted. Always. She slowly walked through the grand corridors of the mansion that looked more like a golden cage than a home. Guards lowered their heads as she passed. No one met her eyes. No one dared. There Abhinandan sat lazily on the couch, glass of whiskey in one hand, looking powerful enough to own the entire world. And maybe he did. But the moment his eyes landed on her, something dangerous softened in his expression. "There you are, little doe." The endearment made her chest ache. A year ago, she had been a rising dancer with dreams in her eyes. Now she trembled hearing a man call her with affection. He opened one arm toward her casually. "Come here." Ahalya stood frozen. Every instinct inside her wanted to run. But there was nowhere left to run anymore. Because the cruelest thing about Abhinandan Varada was not his power. Not his anger. Not even the darkness inside him. It was the way he destroyed her life... And then loved her among the ruins.

1860, India Gauri was expected to be quiet, obedient, and invisible. But beneath her composed exterior burned a fire that no tradition could contain. As shadows of duty tighten, and every glance carries the weight of consequence, Gauri's courage begins to awaken the man who once believed obedience was virtue. What begins as a flicker of understanding becomes a quiet storm neither can contain. Inside the powerful Chaudhary haveli, daughters-in-law live behind veils, lowered eyes, and endless rules. Gauri expects nothing from marriage except duty. Then her husband ruins everything. His obsession = her laugh Ashutosh notices when she's tired. Waits for her before eating. Stands beside her in front of the entire family. And slowly, dangerously, begins loving her in ways the women of the haveli have never seen before. But love inside a traditional household comes with consequences. Especially when other women begin realizing what they were denied. A deeply emotional historical romance about marriage, patriarchy, longing, family politics, and the quiet rebellion of being loved openly. ---

Book 2 in Crimson Crown series Pratha Touch. Claim. Defy. He wasn't born to follow rules. He was the kind of man who made them - and then broke them, just to see who'd dare stop him. In a world built on rituals and fear, Shamsher Dev Thakur roared like a lion. Defeating, yet never bowed. He wasn't from her village. He wasn't part of their traditions. But he was the only man who looked her in the eye... and didn't flinch. She was barely a whisper - a young girl, full of laughter one moment and wrapped in white the next. A bride one day. A widow the next. Left to rot in a corner, forgotten by fate, punished by a world that decided she had lived too much already. But he saw her. She was just... sitting. Still. Staring into nothing. It broke the heart of the man like him. But he made the most dangerous decision of his life: To go against a village that wasn't his. To claim a girl the world had already declared untouchable. To marry her. Not out of love. Not yet. But out of pure, ruthless defiance. This is not a love story. This is the beginning of a war. One man. One girl. And an entire society trying to tear them apart.

Some love stories are written in fate... but lost in time. When industrialist Ranvijay Agnihotri arrives in the quiet village of Mehargarh, he expects nothing more than a business venture. But fate has other plans. In the heart of the village, he meets Durga, a young woman with fire in her spirit and warmth in her soul. What begins as a fleeting attraction soon turns into an all-consuming love. Promising to return with his family and make her his forever, Ranvijay leaves for the city-only to disappear without a trace. Back in Mehargarh, Durga waits. Her calls go unanswered. Her world collapses when she is forced into marriage with a man who has always been obsessed with her, a man who played a cruel trick to separate her from Ranvijay. Years pass. Destiny intervenes. When Durga and Ranvijay cross paths again, his eyes hold no recognition but her heart refuses to forget. As buried truths resurface, so do the secrets that tore them apart. Will love conquer oblivion? Or will time and fate win once again? ....

#3 Top 10 in India on (30/5/26) #4 Top 10 in India on (01/6/26) The year is 1980. Sudha Gupta - a simple village girl with hundreds of dreams in her eyes - imagines a future full of hope, freedom, and happiness. But destiny had already written something very different for her. She is married to Dhruv Pratap Singh, a man she barely knows. An arranged marriage that suddenly changes the course of her life forever. Two strangers. Two different worlds. Bound together by tradition. Their journey is a rollercoaster of emotions - fear, silence, understanding, trust, and maybe love? Will they learn to accept each other? Will Sudha find the life she dreams of? Or will fate test them in ways they never expected? ✨ Let's step into their world and witness the beginning of Sudha and Dhruv's unforgettable journey. ✨