SHEDULE: EVERY MONDAY When King Rivaan dies unexpectedly, the widowed Queen Alakhnanda is forced into a second marriage with Anay, the son of the powerful Finance Minister Shreyash Sharma. Bound by a prior agreement signed by the late King and the Rajmata, Alakhnanda finds herself without a voice in her own fate. Anay, an unwilling puppet at first, becomes part of a political game neither of them chose. Alakhnanda, strong, cold, and wounded by betrayal, believes Anay is a pawn trying to eliminate her son Riyansh. Will Anay be able to prove himself to Alakhnanda and the people of Rajdavan? Or will he too become blinded by power?

Khanak was a happy go lucky girl, for whom family life was everything. Hriday was a corporate guy for whom work and ethics were everything. And their lives got upside down when they both got into an arranged marriage.

"𝐝𝐢𝐥 𝐞 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐩𝐞 𝐞𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐡𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐚 .. 𝐤𝐚𝐦𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐭 𝐦𝐮𝐪𝐚𝐝𝐝𝐚𝐫 𝐧𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐚𝐦𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐫𝐚 .." A peace treaty that will change the fate of two kingdoms. But will it be for good or bad? A deception that will turn the life of a kind but alone soul's life upside down. She who just wanna live a happy life even if it's for one day. The one who had nothing to do with royalties. How will a treaty put her at stake? He is The youngest but most deadly ruler for his enemies. Maharaja Digvijay Pratap Singh , king of Vijayratha Empireof 17th century. The most unprejudiced ruler ever existed in 100 years of his empire. A man who is only 27 but his hold on whole northern parts of India is unshaken and is heading to south to conquer. A young 21 years old simple girl who's been living her life alone since the day she was born. Her life had been a uncanny puzzle for her. Not knowing whom she belongs to or who her mother is? A slave to a infuriating ill mannered princess who treats her like dust of her shoe. Reason? Even though they'd do that to all slaves but to her especially because princess feels being a slave and having nothing Yashika is a beautiful girl with her long dark Lucious hair, deep dark green eyes like forest, most curvy and attractive body a man could ever wish for and glossy skin in brown. Her eyes held mysterious magic of captivating that you couldn't resist and kindness that was as pure as lotus bloomed even in mud. WRITING UNDER WATTPAD CREATORS PROGRAM 📌

In the royal lands of Rajasthan, Raghav Rawat, the cold and ruthless Chief Minister, rules with an iron heart. Known for never smiling, his life is driven by power, control, and painful secrets buried deep within. In contrast, Siya Mehta, a warm-hearted widow who runs a saree shop in Udaipur, lives a life of grace, kindness, and quiet strength. Their worlds couldn't be more different-until fate brings them face to face. As politics clash with simplicity and arrogance meets compassion, an unexpected bond begins to form. But can a man who has forgotten how to feel learn to love a woman who heals others with her softness?✨✨✨✨💫💫

⚠️Highly Mature Content⚠️ (18+/21+ Audience only) SLOW UPDATES DUE TO BOARDS'26 "Chup chaap humari bitiya se byaah lo, daroga... varna jiss taesh se aaye the naa ussi taesh mein apne jigri dost ki laash saath lekar jaaoge." ("Quietly marry our daughter, officer... or else, the same rage you came here with, you'll return with your best friend's corpse alongside you.") An IPS officer. That's what I am. Stoic, trained to face gunfire without blinking, to stare criminals in the eye. And yet, here I stood in a mud-stained courtyard, stripped of power, cornered by men who didn't fear the law. Is this real? An officer dragged into a pakdua byaah like some helpless boy? With a village girl-barely literate, cloaked in shyness and fragility? Me-a divorced man, father to a one-year-old daughter who waits for me to come home? Nothing about it fit. And yet everything about it was true. Because my best friend-my brother in every sense-sat tied to a chair across from me. His hands bound, his eyes defiant, and three guns pointed to his head. Aarish. Soon to be a father himself. Husband to Suhani, who was as much my sister as blood could make her. What was I supposed to do? Marry or rebel? The choice was never mine. I whispered, almost ashamed: "Main talaaqshuda hoon... aur ek beti ka baap bhi." ("I am divorced... and also the father of a daughter.") She looked at me with steady innocence: "Nahi... ab aap ek shaadi-shuda insaan hai. Aur hum uss bachi ki maa hai." ("No... now you are a married man. And I am that child's mother.") TROPES City Boy × Village Girl IPS × Illiterate Forced Marriage / Pakdua Byaah Second Chance at Love Stepmother Role Found Family Traumatic Past Grumpy × Sunshine Duty vs Desire Single Father Romance Slow Burn Romance Innocence Meets Experience

🥀 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. ~ | 👑 | ~

The story of Anand and Pallavi

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"If we were supposed to marry each other then why the fuck it wasn't you on the Mandap?" He shouted at her. "I... I... ran way," She dared to say the truth while struggling under his grip on her throat.

"Humpe vishvaas karti hai aap?" He asked, his voice deep, touched with something possessive, something intimate. (Do you trust me?) His fingers found the lace at her back, toying with it slowly. His eyes never left hers-watchful, patient. It wasn't just about trust. It was a question laced with heat, with meaning. There was a pause. Not of doubt, but of weight. Then her lips curved in a quiet smile, soft as a petal opening to dawn. "Khudse bhi adhik." (More than myself.) That was all he needed. He lifted her without a word-her giggle light, her bangles chiming. Her ghagra fluttered as he carried her inside. The bed waited, simple and quiet. He laid her down like a prayer, eyes never leaving hers. Their lips met-slow, aching. Her fingers undressed him. Clothes fell. Skin met skin. Under the sheet, he moved with her-gentle, deep, worshipful. She gasped, clung to him, whispered his name. One rhythm. One afternoon. One unspoken truth.