🥀 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. ~ | 👑 | ~

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 1 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥ 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ❥ "I am incomplete without you Just the way Stars are incomplete without the moon" ~Nayantara Rajput "And just like the moon, We must go Through phases of emptiness To feel full again." ~Anirudh Singh Rathore ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── The story revolves around Nayantara, the princess of Somgarh, and Anirudh, the prince of Rajgarh. They were childhood sweethearts who shared a deep affection for one another. Their parents arranged their betrothal during their early years, solidifying their bond. Both loved each other and were set to marry in a few months. But what happened that Somgarh and Rajgarh became enemy. and Anirudh denied to get married to Nayantara. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── What will Nayantara do now? In fifteenth century no one wanted to marry a woman whose engagement was already broken.

In the royal city of Udaipur, power, love, and loyalty collide. King Shaurya Pratap Singh carries the weight of a throne and the heart of a father, raising his younger brother Nishant as his own. But as the kingdom steps into a new era, hidden envy and dangerous secrets begin to stir within the palace walls. Some fight for love, others for the crown... but only one will hold the legacy of Udaipur in the end.

. On the day her twin sister "died," or that what she thought everything she knew shattered. She remembered the scream, the fall, the blood-and then the world changed. In the chaos, no one asked her what really happened. They didn't care to hear her version. Her parents, once the warmth in her world, turned cold overnight. The brothers who loved her most began to look at her like a monster. Whispers filled the house. Accusations behind closed doors. She was blamed, judged, and punished-not by strangers, but by her own blood. And then, without warning, they sent her away. A boarding school in another country, they said, as if it were for her own good. But it wasn't a school-it was a cage dressed in discipline. Far from home, far from love, she entered a place no child should ever be. Hidden behind iron gates and smiling lies, that school was a breeding ground for cruelty. Every corner held secrets. Every night was a nightmare. And no one ever came looking for her. Not a single letter. Not a single call. They forgot her- Years passed. . And then came the call. Her family wanted her to return. As if they still had the right to call her back. But the girl who left never came back-not really. What returns now is someone colder, quieter, sharper. She tells herself she feels nothing for them. That she's learned to live without love. That hatred is easier than hope. But buried beneath the years and pain, there is still a small voice inside her-a child's voice-aching to be believed, to be seen, to be forgiven for a crime she never committed. Will her family finally face what they've done? And when the truth comes out-will it set her free, or break her all over again?

She built walls no one dared to break. Life taught her that trust was fragile, love was dangerous, and silence was safer than truth. Betrayed by those who should've protected her, she turned her heart toward Allah, believing only divine love could hold her together. Then he walked into her life- A man with fire in his soul and loyalty in his veins. He didn't just listen; he understood. He didn't just promise; he proved. With every glance, every word, every act of quiet care, he gave her a reason to believe again. She was the girl who trusted no one. He was the man who loved her like breath. In a world that once broke her, could his love become the home she never had?

In the heart of Lahore, under the grand roof of the Lodhi Haveli, two cousins from the same family walk a path neither expected - one fueled by pride, the other by unspoken emotions. Yahya Khanzada, 28, is a respected ASP and the embodiment of discipline, control, and authority. Known for his commanding aura, even elders of the family bend to his will. To him, life is logic, honor, and order - there is no room for drama, childishness, or impulsive emotions. Zimal Lodhi, 18, is everything Yahya dislikes - loud, dramatic, chubby, and impulsive. Yet beneath her childish exterior lies a fierce heart, unafraid to dream, to feel, and to challenge the world... even Yahya. Their worlds collide when circumstances force them into a marriage neither wants. A wedding born out of family duty, revenge, and unexpected twists binds them together - the cold, commanding man and the fiery, emotional girl. Hate, resentment, and misunderstandings fuel their initial days, yet as their lives intertwine, each begins to see the other beyond first impressions. From heated arguments to silent tensions, from mutual annoyance to reluctant respect, the two discover that love can be found even where hearts once feared it could never exist. Ana wa Anta is a story of pride, passion, and the slow-burning transformation of two opposites, testing the boundaries of family, honor, and the heart itself.

Love, when written in red, is never pure. It's wild. It's consuming. It's Laal Ishq - the kind that leaves behind scars instead of promises. Scars of Desire isn't just a story - it's a symphony of seven hearts, seven fates, and the one emotion powerful enough to destroy them all: love. Each of the Oberoi brothers carries his own past - hidden wounds wrapped in silence, power, and pride. But when love enters their world, it doesn't come softly. It comes as fire, as sin, as redemption. Their stories aren't of roses and rain - they're of battles between heart and duty, of passion that defies logic, and of desire that leaves a mark no time can fade. Some will love until they bleed. Some will fight what they feel. And some will learn that the most dangerous thing in their empire isn't the power they hold - it's the woman who makes them fall. In a world built on control, they'll learn that love isn't a weakness. It's the deepest scar... and the sweetest surrender. Laal Ishq: Scars of Desire - where every love story burns differently, but every flame leaves the same mark._ ---

A cliché story about mother remarry into the richest family. Getting step brothers and family. if u read this much and still interested then..... This story is about how a girl who is too withdrawn to herself because of past trauma.Only have her mother,who is about to get married.And thus she is about to get not juts a step father and brother, but also 2 more mother figures and father figures and totally 8 older brothers. and its about how they bring her real confident self. i told u it's cliche. no romance between brother and sister. pure sibling love. There will be mention of sexual abuse and harassment related words and scenarios. this is my first time writing. Not that interested in writing. but i read wattpad to escape reality. so this is also something to escape reality. English is not really my language so there will be grammatical mistakes. And also i don't know much about indian culture. So the place may have real world name but it have imaginary features. Sorry...... So don't go for logic in the palces and all. and since my goal is to escape reality my story will also be like that. i will try to finish the story fastly since I'm not invested in it. so i welcome those of nearly my same mindset who wants to escape reality.by reading wattpad.

‶He's not even a Raheja!″ His father yelled, the malice in his voice clearly audible. ‶But he is our brother.″ He said calmly. ‶Half brother.″ His father corrected him. ‶Brothers are bonded by heart and not by blood.″ there was finality in his tone, one that screamed any further protest would fall on deaf ears. ‶What are you planning to do, Rudra? Play father to an abandoned kid?″ ‶Haven't I been doing the same since I was 17?″ **************************** ‶You're a responsibility, little boy. Never forget that. Don't ever take bhaiya's kindness for granted.″ ‶Yes sir.″ the 10 year old murmured with bowed head. He didn't expect to be treated any better. The man's eyes twitched ever so slightly when he noticed the boy's shoulders slumping in disappointment. But he forced himself to remain unaffected. The boy was a testament of their mother's spirit. The spirit that they needed but were deprived of. Warming up to her son felt like a betrayal to their own struggles.