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?

Rudra was my love and so was I for him until I came to know that everything was just a game. Emotions and blood have that sacred bond that the thickness of blood matters on the emotions running through the nerves. Mine was the love, eternal love, and his was the revenge, deadly revenge. That two months were the most blissful of mine when I felt his love pouring over every bit of me. I was wet in the ocean of his love to the core that it did not take me to think twice to submit all of myself to him. To the extent that the title of the Princess, daughter of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhishree, and pride of Mahabalesgarh did not matter to me. I gave all of me to him on that particular night. His love made me submit to the extent that I forgot that doing this before marriage would be considered a sin. The night was long, happening, and tiring, and I realized that by my state in the morning. The naked self, broken bangles, and a messed up bed. And, I was not alone to witness it. The whole Empire knew what happened between me and Rudra. My family shook to the core and I was broken to know that he left me just with a letter. "A scar your family gave to me and a scar I gave to your family" And, I was shattered to know that everything was just a plot for revenge. My tears did not stop for weeks. I could not believe how could I do that. How could I go deeper into him that I did not think about my family, their reputation, and pride? He ruined me, my life, and my family. The woman was considered to be the delicate flower of the family's pride and he burnt it by just plucking it. But, this was not to be done. Not with me, not with anyone and I made up my mind to extend the invitation of my ceremony to choose a suitor for marriage to his King, his Uncle, a eighty years old man searching for a young bride to produce heirs. And, to him to taste his food. The Revenge. Which burns Rudra for her now. Copyright@2023 Mature Theme!

Under heavy editing (This is the most cringe-ish sh!t my 17 year old self wrote. This books requires a lot of editing so I am issuing a warning here. Read it at your own risk before you d!e of cringe.) ............................ Back in the 15th century when the times were tough and the kings were ruthless blossomed a beautiful love story. Baadshah Ashar and Rajkumari Meera. Two completey different people for two completely different cultures. Coming form different backgrounds have their own complications, but Ashar did not care about it. When he saw the Indian princess for the first time he knew that he would marry her. But it's not as easy as it sounds. Being rejected by the princess's father for the third time was not something the young King could accept. So now with no option left he decided to take it the matter in his own hands. Attacking her empire was the easiest option he could come up with after being rejected and insulted by the old king. But when the king invites him on a feast with his army he expects him to leave without any bloodshed but the young king comes back to kabul with the most prized possession of the Suryavanshi empire. Meera. But what about the princess. Being married to an unknown person and leaving her home going away to a place miles away. Will it be easy for her to survive? ...........................

Batakrishna Roy Chowdhury, Anirudhh Roy Chowdhury's younger brother is a medical graduate in Calcutta ,whose life is like a calm lake, which just revolves around hospital and his home. Shetukala, a breathtaking enchantress hides a secret , which itself is entangled in the recesses of her brain. What happens when she comes stumbling straight into his arms and brings a cyclone in his life? Will they be able to come out of this conundrum? Will he treat her the same even after knowing the secret she has concealed? Get into the story to witness several layers of her reluctance shedding one by one with his magical touch. Mentions sexual abuse, self harm , suicidal thoughts. Read at your own discretion. Note:: Read important note given in the story first. After chptr 5 Cover credit -- Meem_Akter_Shetu