~ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 - 𝟏 𝐨𝐟 𝐁𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬 ~ - 𝙰𝚟𝚒𝚛𝚊 𝚇 𝙼𝚊𝚍𝚑𝚊𝚟 - "You know what's worse than having a ominous feeling and not knowing anything? Knowing that things will only get worse, until you find out." ~.~.~.~ Avirashwini, the princess of Mehr, embarks on a journey that promises to redefine her world. With a soul burning for change and a mind set on equality, Avira navigates the complexities of court life, her heart heavy with the weight of her kingdom's future. As the annual Holi festival approaches, Mehr braces for a gathering of royals, each with their own secrets and desires. Amidst the revelry, Avira finds herself drawn to the enigmatic Prince Ekwal of Sitvar, whose interest in her kingdom's hospitality piques her curiosity. But it's the infuriating yet charming Prince Madhav of Matsva who truly sets her world ablaze, challenging her at every turn, from sword fights to unexpected encounters by the waterfall. Amongst this a war, a specter that looms on the horizon, threatens to engulf Bharat in flames. Avira's journey, a quest for justice and equality, is about to be tested in the crucible of battle. The fate of kingdoms hangs in the balance, and Avira must find the strength to lead her people through the darkness that is to come. "Mismatched Souls" is not just a tale of love and ambition; it is a story of survival, of the fight for a better world, and of the sacrifices that must be made when the very fabric of society is at stake. As Avira stands on the brink of a new dawn, you are left to wonder: Can she save her kingdom from the storm that gathers on the horizon? And at what cost? (Read, because this book is much more than the description I am writing, it has so many characters and complexities to explain just in the description.) ~> Currently ON HOLD (would write if someone asked me to) ~> Check out my other book. His Chaos: Beneath a Canopy of Whispers

[COMPLETED] ❝ 𝑾𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂 𝒔𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒓, 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒕 𝒊𝒔 𝒂 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒐𝒇 𝒊𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒘𝒏.​❜❜ He is her everything, but when his country calls, he must leave her behind. She stays, waiting by the phone, replaying his laughter in empty rooms, and holding on to the warmth of memories that never fade. Across the miles, his letters and calls become her lifeline, while his thoughts of her keep him steady amid the uncertainty of war. He was my home, my safest place, my always. And no matter where life takes us, one thing remains true- I'm still waiting for him. Note: This entire story would take thirty minutes for you to read and I promise, it is worth it especially today when every corner of the world is in war.

The Pawarvas of Simhasthala were at an all-time low-their once legendary forces defeated and captured. Their heads once raised high, now rolling on the ground as it was kicked and mocked at by the Chandrawats of Mehrvan. A revenge taken, a once stolen idol taken back, but at the cost of honour, dignity, and blood. Sharvani Devi Pawarva, the beloved princess of the Pawarvas of Simhasthala, was now dragged as blood dripped from fighting off the forces and protecting the women in the inner quarters. A deal was sealed that day for the protection of her kingdom that she would marry the prince of Mehrvan. Devrit Mandhata Chandrawat, the prince of Mehrvan, was in love with the healer's daughter, Mallika. His world started and ended with her, or so he thought, until his father, Rawal Mandhata Chandrawat, brought a girl from the battlefield and asked him to marry her. Burn, Princess ~ A tale of love, choice, and change

Madhuri, a child of the village yet belonging to the wild, speaks to the trees, the rivers, and to anyone who will listen-yet fate brings her to a man who will not speak at all. He calls himself Raghav, though his name was once spoken with reverence in the halls of a kingdom now stolen from him. A prince betrayed, left for dead, and burning with the weight of vengeance. Silence is his armor, and solitude his refuge-until he collapses, wounded and fevered, at the edge of her world. Madhuri finds him in the forest, broken and half-conscious, his past hidden behind layers of blood and grime. She should leave him there, let the jungle swallow him whole. But something in his silence calls to her, something restless, something angry, something unbearably alone. And so, she does what she always does-she speaks. She scolds and soothes, fills the quiet with stories and questions he refuses to answer. He is an enigma, a storm held in check, but as she tends to him, she begins to wonder: has she rescued a lost man, or invited danger into her home?