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? ....

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... ✨

Set against the backdrop of the 1990s, this story unfolds a unique and unconventional tale. "I see her every day in school, and now I don't look at her the way a teacher should look at his student. The young woman who sits on the fourth bench of the second row is going to be my wife soon. I know she must be thinking that I rejected her, but it's not my place to tell." Anav, a higher secondary school teacher, finds himself bound in matrimony with Dharini, a student he never particularly favored. This is not a story of enemies to lovers or a romantic journey to marriage. Instead, it's an arranged marriage, where their parents chose them for each other. Despite the traditional setting, Avan and his parents possess a progressive mindset. This narrative delves into various social issues such as dowry, racism, body shaming, and women's education. It also addresses taboo topics like periods and sex education, providing a thought-provoking exploration of these critical themes. Started: February '25 Ended: (The book is unedited) I don't own any form of media used in this story. It belongs to their respective owners.

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.

" I think it's better if we get divorced. You don't worry about Rishi. I will take him with me. I don't want to burden you with anything more. Leave us and live your life " Preetha whispered to Shailesh. Her eyes were about to betray her but she pressed her lips tightly so no sound escaped from her mouth. Shailesh exhaled deeply and said " Preetha I didn't mean to abandon you both like that. I will give you the amount with which you could live your life happily. I want to see Rishi and see him grow up like a father. But I don't know what will happen once we get divorced. I don't want to leave you both... " but he was cut off by Preetha. " You can meet Rishi whenever you want of course you are his father. Just finalise the divorce as soon as possible " Preetha said turning to the other side as a few tears escaped her eyes. Preetha married Shailesh three years ago. But what she didn't know is that Shailesh loved someone else during college and broke up. Although he agreed for an arranged marriage and married Preetha he wholeheartedly accepted this relationship and had a son. Later when he meets his ex lover he couldn't deny the attraction he still held for her. This led to divorce between Preetha and Shailesh. Now Preetha alone with her son accepted her life and fate. Although people talk behind her she does not mind them as she feels it's completely useless to talk to them. What happens when a storm named Madhav enters into her life who is none other than her childhood crush, her cousin who is two years younger than her? How will she react? how will he reaction? will she ever take a second chance at love or marriage? Peek into the story to know more.... This story revolves around South India, particularly Telangana state. So telugu words will be included here and there(I will translate them to English). So be ready to enjoy this story.

In a world where love tastes like betrayal and revenge feels sweeter than forgiveness, every heartbeat hides a secret. Behind grand mansions and silent corridors, forbidden faces cross paths under the weight of names that command fear. Some kill for power, some for loyalty... and some, for love. A hidden girl locked away from the world. A man whose touch burns more than his rage. A girl who's life if filled with only lies A man who's heart is filled with only hatred and thrust for power And a fate that ties them together through lies, blood, and vengeance. When passion meets punishment and every kiss carries a curse... the question is not who will win, but who will survive.

"What will you choose, Shaurya? Me....or your revenge?" "REVENGE." _____________________________ But what power does even the Lord of Wrath hold... before the will of the heart? Their love was fierce... forbidden... unstoppable. Until one night......the sky tore open, and destiny rewrote its own laws. But the past never forgets... and neither does he. BECAUSE EVEN ACROSS CENTURIES, THE EMPEROR ALWAYS COMES FOR WHAT'S HIS. Best Rankings #1 in historicalfiction #2 in poetic #6 in king #1 in crowned prince