The House of Crimson Veil is not just a dynasty, it's an empire of beauty, power, and danger. Every smile hides a secret. Every touch is a test. Bound by a blood oath, ruled by women as deadly as they are divine, this is a world of silks and daggers, whispers and betrayals, where loyalty is rare and survival is an art. The saga unfolds in four books, each a piece of one unbroken story. You will walk through gilded halls dripping with lies, stand in shadowed gardens where promises turn poisonous and witness battles that will stain the House's legacy in crimson. At the heart of it are four women, heirs of the Veil, each marked with an emblem and a soul name: Harleen, fire wrapped in grace, Gauri, calm until she strikes, Aradhya, delicate yet indestructible, Avyukta, soft light in relentless darkness. Their paths weave through power, love, vengeance, and sacrifice until the line between devotion and destruction disappears. Inside you will find...The House's forbidden history and sacred code. Symbols that bind blood to destiny. A world painted in crimson, gold, and midnight. Rivalries that burn hotter than love itself. To open the first page is to step beyond the veil and once you do, there is no way back.

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!

She is fire in silk, he is a storm in a crown. Their kingdoms demand obedience, but their hearts refuse... "You belong to me, Harleen. Every glance, every breath... mine." he growls, eyes dark with hunger and passion "I am not yours," she whispers, trembling under his touch. "You already are," he hisses, stepping closer"whether you fight it or not." In corridors of power, under moonlit forests, in the exile of shadows, every touch ignites desire, every word leaves a mark. "I won't let anyone take you from me," he murmurs, fingers brushing her hair. "Then I'll fight," she breathes, heart racing. "Good," he says, "because I've already lost myself to you." Love is forbidden. Passion is lethal. Obsession... is unavoidable.