Prince of Suryagarh ~ Agam Surya Chauhan He had seen all, war, punishment, death of loved ones and innocent. His heart has become a black void inside, while outside everything is so fast that he can't see anything, everything is blur for him. He has locked himself in a cage from where he can't get out. He has become ruthless, heartless and cold person. But in that dark abyss, in that blur he is compelled to stop enough to notice a bright colour. His light. His angel. He never expected that one person whom he will hate for her lies, selfishness can become his everything. He never expected that one person from whom he wanted revenge can be his light. He never expected that one person with whom his marriage was a sham can become more. Princess of Malwa ~ Mohini Bai She is light to darkness whose small smile can light up the world. She is a person who sees good in everyone who tries to light up everyone's world. She can't speak but she can express everything through her eyes, she is emotional but not weak, she knows how to behave like a lady but she also knows how to fight like a warrior. Even when she got so much darkness from people who are her closest, she never forgot to light up the lamp of hope. But she got betrayal even with her goodness by her own heart. She is pushed in the abyss of darkness to endure pain and punishment for others' crimes she didn't even commit. She is forced for a marriage which diminishes her light of hope. In 16th century when life of women as per their rights was already difficult, lamp of hope? Can Mohini fight against every hurdle as woman and mute and will Rise as Queen? Mature content!!!

What will happen when one day Ishita will travel to the 16th century by mistake. How will she be able to survive there when she becomes someone's obsession?? Amritveer Singh Chauhan Prince of Maharashtra.He is 32 years old.intelligent and very sharp minded.People love and respect him alot.He is cold hearted and cruel (for his enemies) because of his past but has a soft corner for his brother Rudra. He has been betrayed many time that why he never believe anyone expect Rudra.What will happen will he will fell in love with a girl? Ishita Mishra A college student in 3 year of btech computer science.She is 20 year old. She is very intelligent and beautiful basically beauty with brain but really clumy.She wants to know very thing in this world(very curious cutie). She is soft hearted and loves her family alot.She is a little overweight which sometime makes insecure. Tropes grumpy ×sunshine dark romance Age gap Healer of each other Slow burn He fell first and harder Love at first sight

"We shouldn't play with fire, Rooh," He spoke near my ears, pecking my jawline. I was breathing erratically unable to encompass my perturbation. "What if I want to play with it?" I said, my voice sensual, subduing my thudding heart. His hand went to my waist, and he squeezed it, kneading it. "It will burn you, Rooh. You don't know the vehemence of the burning blaze. It will eradicate your existence," His voice was dark and titillating, making me shudder at the intenseness. "What if I want it to deplete me? What if I want to get burned in this vehemence of burning blaze?" I contested. "Think before you articulate anything, Rooh. I am not a manageable man." "I don't like manageable things, Dev." "Once you are mine, I will never allow you to go. You will be mine in every fucking birth," He spoke out possessively. "I want to be yours in my every birth, Prince Dev Pratap Singh." ******************************************** Destiny - predetermined state or end. Destiny is not a matter of chance. It is a matter of choice. It is not a thing to be waited for. It is a thing to be achieved. Ruhanika Sharma is a simple girl with a filmmaking degree who loves history and lives in a fantasy world. Despite the challenges she faced throughout her life, she never lost her innocence and finds joy in the little things. Upon abruptly discovering herself in a distinct realm wherein all individuals are donning customary attire and preparing to greet the Crown Prince of Magadh, what transpires? What happens when she realizes she is in the past, specifically 800 years ago, rather than the present? What would happen if she attracted the interest of Prince Dev Pratap Singh, the Crown Prince of Magadh? How was she going to return to her own time? Moreover, what happens if she decides against returning? What if they were able to find comfort in one another? What will be their destiny?

{Do not copy this work or put it on other websites. Plagiarism is a heinous crime. Stealing someone's work isn't a gentleman's trait. Read, get inspired and write something of your own.} "A cursed groom. A reluctant bride. And a story too dangerous to remain untold." Gauri, a young village girl, holds firm views about morals and religious principles, and wanders as a storyteller, much to her mother's distress. Reality obscures fantasy when she receives a marriage proposal from the Royals of Rana Fort. Driven by ambition and greed, her parents marry her off to a mysterious widower, who dwells in the shadows of his lonely castle and is often referred to as monster incarnate. Now lost in gloom, inside the royal palace of great warrior kings, Gauri is about to learn a tale of cursed reality - NAKSHATRA. What happens when a heart built on stories falls into one that was never meant to be told? Genre: Romance, Horror, Adventure, Fantasy, Supernatural, Contemporary, Drama, General fiction. Started on: February 25, 2022 Finished on- June 30, 2024 PARTS- 4 Chapters- 82 + Epilogue Pages- 430 pages Words- 2,00,700 approx. Reader's Discretion- 16+

NOT EDITED!!! She is the fire, who knows how to burn down everything for revenge. He is the cyclone, who knows how to destroy everything for power. She was born from the fire of revenge and has burning rage in her eyes. She becomes the Queen of darkness and witches. Her revenge becomes the meaning of her life. He was born from the fire of love, but life turned him into a heartless monster. All he knows how to fight for power, right, and for the throne She needs him for her revenge, and he needs to kill her for the throne. Both are quick witted and know how to play nasty for their win. Will they be able to achieve their goal and win their fight or they both lose and fought for each other? Photo used in this book are taken from Pinterest.

Royal blood run into her veins but she is unware with the truth that she belongs to a Royal family not from a middle class one ..... She lives her life to the fullest never know that she has to carry a huge responsibility of so many life's...... But destiny play with her not once but twice.... First it snatch her real family from her and when life is going smooth it's have to play again by giving her real family but this time with responsibility of a throne..... Let's see a journey of a Girl who become ordinary from Royal then again become Royal from ordinary..... And if anyone thought that it is similar to one of Indian television serial so yes it is but only little bit whole story have different twist compare to that one ..... THIS IS MY FIRST STORY SO PLS IF I MAKE MISTAKES SO DO TELL ME ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE SO PLS CORRECT MY MISTAKES AND STORY WILL BE IN HINDI AND ENGLISH BOTH AND THERE WILL BE TRANSLATION OF HINDI...... Starting date -8/12/23👍 Ending date-10/02/25😌😌

"𝑰 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂𝒍𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒎𝒆𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒚." ~~ DIVORCE AGREEMENT. My hands went numb. The paper trembled between my fingers. I looked up at him, praying it was some kind of twisted joke. But he didn't even flinch. He just pushed the pen towards me, his gaze sharp and unreadable. "Sign it, Mishti. You wanted him free. This is the cost." My chest tightened, the fever, the ache, the weight of everything crashing over me all at once. Behind me, I heard Arav struggling, his voice raw, "Don't you dare, Mishti! Don't beg to him. Don't give him that satisfaction. He should be the one apologising to you, not the other way around!" Sultan clicked his tongue, eyes narrowing. "He's still talking... making me angrier." His tone was calm, terrifyingly calm. "If I want, I can let him rot here for years. Do you want that, Mishti?" My stomach twisted. My hands were shaking uncontrollably now. He was serious. Dead serious. The inspector slid the pen into my hand. My eyes stung, the words blurring on the page. I didn't even recognize my own handwriting when I pressed the pen down, signing my name with a trembling hand. It felt like I was signing away more than just a marriage. I was signing away a part of myself. When I lifted my head, Sultan was watching me. Not triumphant, not smiling-just cold. "I want to start fresh. I'm planning to get married again. I don't want your nuisance anymore." I swear in that moment, something inside me just collapsed. Like all the years, all the love, all the pain I carried-it was for nothing. I wanted to scream, wanted to beg him to just once look at me the way he used to. He fixed his watch, straightened his cuffs, and picked up his coat like this was just another meeting that was done.

"I. Will. Not. Fuck you..." He pulled me against his chest. There was no lust in his eyes, not even a hint of tease,until he smirked. "What I'll do with you is called love-making. I'll worship you like my goddess... Jaan." But the need,the desire in me,didn't even consider his words. I bit my lip and, pulling him dangerously close, I spoke, "But I'll fuck you... claim you... make you mine... until you beg for mercy. Until you scream my name, Mister Husband." And with that, my lips crashed against his. Clothes between us were discarded, bare bodies colliding, moans filling the space as I rode him. It was our first time..something I never knew I always needed. I needed him. He became my addiction. My everything. Every breath, every thought... I wanted to claim, ruin, and just keep him close to me. He is 37. She is 23. He's a virgin..she's not. He knows the world through his business files: calm, poised, and disciplined. She's the fire meant to burn his calm away-the chaos he never saw coming, the goddess he'll learn to worship. Trapped in a marriage that began as a business deal, both were prisoners of circumstance... Until desire broke every wall and love rewrote every rule. It isn't just a love story. It's a tale of possession, passion, and devotion. Where desire burns deeper than sin and love dares to cross every boundary. ✨ His Mrs. Ranawat ✨ Tropes: • Age Gap • Marriage of Convenience • Dark Romance • She Fell First, He Fell Harder Note: This story contains highly descriptive sexual intimacy. With not so sweet and timid. But a sharp and dominating female lead. If you are here searching for perfect characters..This isn't a place for you! Rated: MATURE THEME ©2025 gauri_writzz

The fates of all the royalties. A Dehwaar and Gashkori Saga. #1 Nawaab- The story of Nawaab Jahaangir Ali Dehwaar and Zartaaj Jahaangir. How they are each other's soulmates. #2 Baadshah- The story of Shaaf Muiz Gashkori and his wife Aadab Shaaf. How they find love in a marriage that fate decided upon. #3 Hukmaraan- The story of Mahad Qays Gashkori and Dur Afshaan Mahad. How they build a beautiful life despite a horrendous beginning in a politically arranged marriage. #4 Sartaaj- The story of Baasit Uzair Gashkori and Arjuman Baasit. How they make their hidden marriage work. Sultanate. سلطنت

Rudra Raajveer Rajput X Aadhya Rao Rudra Raajveer Rajput Rudra Raajveer Rajput, a captivating and dangerous figure in the underworld. His presence demands attention, embodying both charisma and menace. Yet, amid the shadows of his criminal life, a twist of fate unfolds as he becomes smitten or more like obsessed at first sight with Aadhya Rao. A beautiful, smart and kind woman with a soft personality. Totally opposite of Rudra. Unraveling the layers of Rudra's persona, we discover a man torn between the perilous realms of his mafia existence and the unexpected allure of love. Aadhya Rao Aadhya Rao, a delightful blend of innocence and intelligence. Her world revolves around the unwavering love for her parents and the everyday rhythm of working in her father's Company. Little did she know that a chance encounter with Rudra Raajveer Rajput, a dangerous mafia figure, would alter the course of her fate. Caught in a web of circumstances, Aadhya finds herself blackmailed into an unwilling marriage with Rudra. As the complexities of their entangled lives unfold, the question lingers-will she discover love in the most unexpected places and grant Rudra a chance? ••••••••••••• "Don't call me a princess, it's creepy" Aadhya tried to get away from his grip but his grip only tightened. "Dont fucking blackmail me. I won't marry you. We just saw each other once and you fell in love with me? Pagal ladka" Rudra chuckled evilly. "I don't care about your opinion. You are going to marry me and that's final." ••••••••••••• "I hate you and always will. You are hurting me already and don't you dare give me shitty promises like this again" Aadhya said as tears fell from her eyes. ••••••••••••• "I love you Aadhya" Rudra mumbled against her neck and started leaving wet kisses on the neck. She gasped and fisted his shirt tight with her small hands when he started biting and sucking her soft spot.