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!!!

[ Available to read on scrollstack upto chp 31 - link in bio! ] "You can let go of me now" Parwati said softly, her lehenga now thoroughly drenched, though she couldn't say that the Maharaj was looking any better. "Why?" Vikram's voice was low, his grip on her waist tightening almost possessively. Parwati's breath caught in her throat as she attempted to explain, "You're getting married, and..." "And you're in love with Gaurav, or is it Ajay?" Vikram's words were sharp, his hold on her becoming even more constricting. SYNOPSIS : In the realm of Paudhagarh, Queen Parwati Verma finds herself trapped in an abusive marriage, devoid of love. However, her world is turned upside down when her kingdom falls into the hands of the ruthless King, Vikram Singh Rathore of Rajputhana. Vikram, scarred by a failed marriage and hardened by a life of war and crime, holds a cynical view of women and love. Yet, his chance encounters with Parwati challenge his beliefs, stirring a familiar longing within him. As they navigate a precarious dance of power and emotion, Vikram must confront his prejudices and Parwati her fears, lest they miss the chance at a love neither believed possible. "𝘒𝘺𝘢 𝘗𝘢𝘳𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘦𝘨𝘪, 𝘝𝘪𝘬𝘳𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘦 𝘋𝘐𝘓 𝘒𝘐 𝘕𝘈𝘠𝘐 𝘋𝘏𝘈𝘋𝘒𝘈𝘕?" 〖 cover designed by @msmidnightwrites 〗 HISTORICAL ROMANCE | FICTION Contains mature content & sensitive themes that may be triggering to some.