𝑫𝒐 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏... 𝑱𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒃𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒑𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒓, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒔𝒉𝒒 𝒃𝒉𝒊 𝒖𝒏𝒔𝒆 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒏𝒆 𝒌𝒉𝒖𝒅 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒊 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒂𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒓𝒂𝒌𝒉 𝒅𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒍𝒗𝒂𝒂𝒓. 𝑬𝒌 𝒘𝒐𝒉, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒋𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒎𝒐𝒕𝒊 𝒔𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒋𝒉 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒍𝒌𝒐𝒏 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒋𝒂𝒚𝒂, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒂𝒅𝒂 𝒌𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒔𝒏, 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒒𝒂𝒅𝒂𝒎 𝒌𝒐 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒂𝒏, 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒌𝒉𝒘𝒂𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒌𝒐 𝒉𝒖𝒌𝒎 𝒎𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒂. 𝑨𝒖𝒓 𝒅𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒓𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒇 𝒘𝒐𝒉, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒆 𝒊𝒔𝒊 𝒋𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒏𝒆 𝒏𝒂𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒂𝒂𝒈 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒑𝒂𝒓 𝒅𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒊 𝒌𝒊 𝒎𝒐𝒉𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒈𝒂 𝒅𝒊, 𝒋𝒊𝒔𝒌𝒊 𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏 𝒎𝒆𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒏 𝒔𝒆 𝒑𝒆𝒉𝒍𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒈𝒉𝒂𝒘𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒖𝒓 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒒𝒂𝒂𝒎 𝒅𝒂𝒖𝒅𝒕𝒂 𝒕𝒉𝒂. 𝑫𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒓𝒊𝒘𝒂𝒂𝒛 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒔𝒐𝒄𝒉 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒒𝒂𝒔𝒂𝒅 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈, 𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒛𝒊𝒍 𝒂𝒍𝒂𝒈... 𝒀𝒆 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒇𝒂𝒂𝒒 𝒏𝒂𝒉𝒊𝒏, 𝒏𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒒𝒕 𝒌𝒂 𝒌𝒐𝒊 𝒌𝒉𝒆𝒍 𝒀𝒆 𝒕𝒐𝒉 𝒖𝒏𝒌𝒆 𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒐𝒈 𝒌𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒍 .

A promise for her. A will for him. Destiny for both. Bound in contract marriage. Will they be able to find love?

" Do not be mistaken little flower, you are mine and mine alone. Any man who looks at you longer than three seconds will be dealt in a manner I find fitting. This is my kingdom and I run it the way I see it competent." Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi, the king of Rajasthan announced as he occupied his big, intimidating throne and I stood as far away from his as I possibly could and I shivered under his mocking gaze. " The last time I checked, I was a living human being and not a thing to be possessed Ranaji. You may be the king and own this kingdom and the will of people here but you most certainly don't own me. I will not submit and neither will I do what you want me to. This is my life and I should be the one who makes decisions for myself." I don't know where this undiscovered confidence was coming within me in front of him but I was giving my best to not let it slip away. All I heard was a laughter which oscillated in the otherwise empty throne room as he stood up on his feet and started to walk to where I was standing. His gaze, which was mocking me earlier had now turned stoic which rooted me to the spot I was standing at. I couldn't as much as attempt to run away. " You are only helping me, little one. I am not the one to back out from a challenge and when the incentive is as ravishing as you, how can I lose?" He asked as he stopped merely inches away from me and with the back of his hand, traced the single strand of hair which was framing my face right till my chin, his fingers still lingering. There was a solid 0.001% chance that I could have avoided this trouble named Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi but who was I kidding? I was a walking trouble magnet and what was 0.001% if not an over-expecting hope of something not happening? Rana Arjun Singh Rajvanshi takes Siya Dhar's world by storm when she steals his heart without even have the knowledge of doing so!

Singhanias, a name that was looked up to and worshipped like God. They had everything and anything they ever set their eyes on. Money, power, authority and respect were just other ways of describing the family of Singhanias. For the world, the Singhanias were perfect but no one knew about the dark side of them. They were mafias and blood, gun, murder- the horrible things that everyone detested was like a game to Singhanias. And being the daughters-in-law of this lavish, wealthy and powerful family was what many girls dreamed of in the country but for the wives of the heirs of the family was like a walking nightmare. They were ordinary girls until the name- Singhania was lined with them which meant to deal with high-class people, paparazzi and follow strict protocols of the family and do nothing that would harm the Singhania family image. And the worst part was to act as perfect brides of the heirs in front of the world but what if heirs of the Singhania family were adamant to destroy and shatter them to an extent knowingly or unknowingly. One bride was ignored by her husband, one despised and one breaking slowly by her husband. Will the daughters-in-law of the family be able to change the pride of the family or will the heirs of the family will be the reason for their death? (P.S. The description of the story will be like a death to me. I hope the story is better than the description)

Losing this war means captured by the enemy empire and considered as their prostitutes and servants. Dreaming that situation made my heart race even more. I settled myself on the floor, close to the door. Time passed but no one came unlocking the door and allow me to fight for our pride. "Attention..." the speaker said loudly. I quickly stood up and I could feel my heart coming out of the skin. Anything can be announced at this moment. " As the Prince of Pratapgarh killed mercilessly by our strongest army, I declare the war won by the Mahabaleshgarh and all the property belonging to Pratapgarh claimed by our empire including all Money, Royalties, children and all the ladies..." I Stood Frozen at that moment. I can't hear anything else. I tried escaping the place but suddenly the door stand banged open. I ran and in the hurry, I banged to the table and fell on the floor. I tried to stand up but They came fastly and one of them caught me by pulling my hair and made me stand. It hurt like hell. I cried, I cried loudly feeling the fear and most of all losing my everything. The person holding my hair try to press his hand against my cheeks and then one of them said " Keep her for the Prince, she is the Princess Abhishree" "yes... I agree, Don't touch her. Princess can only be the prostitute of the Prince" Another one said. ~~~ The story is set back in the sixteen century When The most powerful empire Mahableshgarh attacked the another Empire Pratapgarh and won the battle effortlessly. Losing the battle doesn't come with the loss but with the dangerous situation for the ladies. They would be treated as prostitutes, Raped, work as a slave and in the most dangerous condition sold or killed. The never saw dream of Abhishree came true. She was taken by the Prince and has to work as his slave. But her attitude was never giving up. She considered that She was the Princess, She is the Princess and she will be the Princess. THE BATTLE IS NOT ENDED YET Mature content!!!

•||Book one in Royalty series ||• The Tales of Rakshatra #1 Zravasaya X Tanirika When one of the strongest kingdom on earth is abducted ruthlessly by the barbarian prince from the Romania, The other kingdoms make a decision of signing a treaty with the ruthless empire by offering their princesses as a bride for the greatest king of the Rakshatra. Born with the royal blood webbed in the clutches of slavery a fire ignited with another to write one of the most enchanting love sagas in history. "Marrying one of the princesses was a political arrangement but it became my possession when my eyes fell on you. " All rights reserved © Aditi_Singh