𝑩𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝑻𝒘𝒐 𝒐𝒇 𝒔𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍𝒔 ⋆˚☆˖°⋆｡° ✮˖ ࣪ ⊹⋆.˚ "𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲. 𝐖𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐝,𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚" ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ ★ 𝐑𝐮𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡 ᥫ᭡ 𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐚 ★ ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩ Start : 13.03.2024 End :

Her history was not unwritten; it was unread. [English translations available in the story.] •~उसके चेहरे की चमक के सामने सादा लगा, आसमान पे चाँद पूरा था मगर आधा लगा~• •Chipe hue lafz kaun kahega? Inn siyahi ke panno ko kaun samjhega? Kisme itna wakt hai ki, wo mere dil ke lafzo ko sunne ka irada rakhega?• :- Rajkumari Mayurika ▪︎•"Aapne sabke liye koi n koi banaya- meri daasta likhte samay aap dusre kirdaar bhul gaye the Krishn?"•▪︎ . . -Her breaths turned deeper when he came forward and rested his palm on the edge of the river;and leaned forward- while directly looking at her. "Kaha dhyan hai aapka? Kahi khoyi khoyi si nazar aa rahi hai." She could not help but feel intimidated by his deep voice and his intense staring; him being wet wasn't helping either. "Bewajah nazare ghumana achhi baat nahi hoti."She sucked in a sudden breath when she felt his hand caressing the back of her earlobe. "Ab bataiye, Kya dekh rahi thi?"Her body felt like shrinking, and her eyes fluttered with sensations. "K-kuch bhi nahi." . . Tonight is the great ball and every royal, count and other highly ranked officials would be visiting, except for one person. There was a chamber at the far end of the great palace, where hardly any activities take place. The chamber is usually very quiet; very less guards or servants could be seen there. Far back at the very end of the balcony, a small figure was lying with her tear strained face, yet she had a soft charm on her face. She was a beauty on earth. It was chilly, yet she laid glued to the railing. Her eyes were twinkling as she admired her Moon, her hair long swaying with the wind; creating a mesmerising sight and alluring sound while playing her Baansuri Her small lips which were slightly kissing the baasuri were wobbling; another trail of tear fell down her doll like eyes. She was - Rajkumari Mayurika

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?