The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

She loved him more than words could express, but he never noticed. Blinded by deception, he let doubts cloud his heart, pushing away the one person who truly cared. Every night, she waited-for a kind word, a gentle glance, a sign that he still saw her. But his heart had already begun to drift, drawn in by the sweet lies of another. As he laughed at someone else's messages, he failed to see the silent tears of the woman beside him.She endured the pain, believing that love was enough to bring him back to her. But love, no matter how deep, can only take so much before it fades into silence. And in that silence, the truth waited-ready to break him in ways he never imagine (It's my first story. I hope you all like it 😊)

This is a historic ancient Indian story, where the kingdom must have heirs . PratapVeer Singh is 32 year old , future king of devgarh, who loves his first wife Riva Singh, she is his childhood friend , they have been married from 12 years, but don't have any child . Everyone wants PratapVeer to get second marriage and give hier , but he doesn't want to cheat on his wife and makes her insecure by bringing a second wife, he believes in having one wife whole life. What will happen when his first wife forces him to get married for the second time, will he accept his second wife ?.

[Book 1,royal series] ___________________________________________ Arjun the Kuwarsa of prathabhgarh and Anamika Rajkumari of alwar are tied in knot by destiny. Both hate each other.... Will they be able to clear their misunderstanding? Why did she agree to marry him? Will they be able to accept each other? ................to know more read my story ♡THE DECISION WAS YOURS♡ ___________________________________________ 𝐂𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭:@𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫_𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐚 & @𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐫𝐚_𝐧𝐨𝐨𝐫21 Highest ranking: #5th Indianauthor 3/4/24

Volume llI of Historical series. There was a king, there was a queen, both separated. End of the story? Sacrifice in love, madness in love, overcoming every difficulty in love, but both of them gave a new definition of love. It was destined that they would meet but their love got burnt in the fire of hatred. Their own people planned their murder and end them mercilessly for power, throne and to satisfy their ego. What they thought was home turned out to be hell. They only had golden dreams but some cruel people crushed those dreams under their feet. What happened to these two lovers? Was this their entire journey? This body burns and turns into ashes but the soul never dies. They took birth again! And, This time, to hunt their enemies. Their love grew even more stronger. ....

Jace Kingsley thought he could humiliate his "nerdy" wife and walk away. He was wrong. Sophia Warren used his betrayal as fuel. Now, she's the one in charge, and Jace is about to learn what it means to be left behind.

Marriage has always been a curse to Giovanni Morello, as a Boss of the Italian mafia. Along with the death of his wife, all good in life had been ripped away from him. With a heart as cold as ice and temper most feared, Giovanni ruthlessly rules over his empire, not allowing anyone close enough to see the broken man inside. Giovanni's life takes an unexpected turn as a marriage proposal comes his way, one foolish to refuse as it would grand peace between two families long at war. In need of hire and encouraged by trusted men, Giovanni agrees with the arranged marriage to Aria Esposito, someone younger and full of life. Will Aria be capable of bringing life back in Giovanni's heart when there's still a shadow of his past lover lingering around? How will this marriage between people so different, work when the peace is as brittle as glass? The Beginning. Copyright © 2020 All Right Reserved

Meet the brides of shekhawats SAMEEKSHA SHEKHAWAT belongs to a conservative humble family, they have their own laws and principles which taught Sameeksha to live in a certain way, modern ethics of the shekhawats is what she can't seem to take hold of and maybe that's what makes her husband DHRUV SHEKHAWAT despise her so much, he thinks that she doesn't deserve to be the eldest daughter in law of the shekhawats, let alone his wife. SURBHI SHEKHAWAT, once a cheerful girl suddenly turned rebellious, sad, and just so unlike her old self. she who always feared her father was set up with the most fun out of all the brothers YUVAAN SHEKHAWAT, he's funny, smart, intelligent, anything you could name, and most of all he's such a tease, he takes upon himself to make this marriage work and help his wife with everything he could. TAARIKA and ARJUN SHEKHAWAT, the celebrity couple, with their issues in the past. arjun's family refuses to accept her as the daughter-in-law of their house, but for the sake of their unborn child. they let them marry. Taarika has enough disliking for the family that she doesn't bother to fix her relations with them. she minds her own business and lives for herself and her family which consists of her husband and baby. While on the other hand, Arjun who's tired of the problems his family has with his wife decides to make it better between them. Follow along the story of shekhawats to know how life goes for the brides of shekhawats.

Tejendra~~~~~ Loving Drishti was my only truth. Marriage was never supposed to change that. I was forced into this. Forced to take vows with a woman who meant nothing to me. Nayantara was a mistake written in my blood, a punishment I didn't deserve. A wife in name, nothing more. She should have been easy to ignore. Obedient, quiet, everything a perfect wife should be. But she wouldn't stay in the shadows where she belonged. She pushed, she defied, she dared to make me see her. And I hate her for it. Because every time she stands her ground, I falter. Every time she looks at me with those damn unshaken eyes, I forget. Forget that my heart isn't hers to claim. Forget that I was never supposed to want her. But I do. My punishment. My addiction. My downfall. Nayantara~~~~~ I was never meant to love my husband. Not when his heart was never mine to hold. Not when every word he speaks, every glance he gives, is filled with a love that belongs to another woman. I tried. I played the part, whispered the prayers, carried the weight of a marriage that was doomed from the start. But what's the point? A man like Tejendra Pratap will never love me, and I no longer care if he does. I won't beg. I won't wait. I won't waste another second wondering if I'll ever be enough for him. Let him stare. Let him burn. Let him hate the way I no longer flinch under his gaze. My cage. My lesson. My husband.

He hates me...He hates me to such an extent that even though i am lawfully his he wouldnt accept me or look at me...because i am the reason he lost the one he loved with whom he wanted to spend his life with, the one he would cherish and shower with his love. But he got me and he promises to make my life miserable, to avenge for his beloved and make sure i dont get to breath or see a happy moment after all i was betrothed and married for my husband's rejection...