A tragedy separates two destined royal heirs for a decade, only for fate to bring them back together under extraordinary circumstances. On Veer's 16th birthday, his older brother-the crowned prince-is assassinated by enemies targeting the royal family. The loss changes Veer's life, sending him into exile abroad for safety and leaving him haunted by guilt. When he returns at 26, hardened and cynical, he reunites with Princess Aadhira, the innocent yet resilient woman he was fated to marry. Their reunion is anything but smooth as love, duty, and redemption intertwine in this tale of destiny and courage. Tropes in the Story Childhood Betrothal Grumpy-Skeptic x Sunshine-Innocent Heroine Saves the Hero Slow Burn Romance Prince Veer Singh (Male Lead) Age: 26 Personality: Veer is a charming and confident prince with a sharp mind and a charismatic aura. However, beneath his suave demeanor lies a deep wound caused by the assassination of his elder brother, Aryan. This tragedy has made him skeptical of faith, destiny, and human connections. Veer is fiercely protective of those he loves but struggles to let himself be vulnerable. His sense of humor and quick wit often mask the pain he carries. Princess Aadhira Rathore (Female Lead) Age: 24 Personality: Aadhira is an innocent yet resilient young woman with a heart full of hope and compassion. She has an unshakeable faith in destiny and believes in the power of goodness, even in the darkest times. Though sheltered as a royal, Aadhira is far from naive; she possesses a quiet strength and bravery that surprises everyone around her. Her kindness and optimism make her a beacon of light in Veer's life.

────── ⋆⋅ 𖤓 ⋅⋆ ────── On the sacred lands of the great Bharatvarsha...where the palaces touch the skies and every corner of it has seen love, war and a thousand secrets, two powerful dynasties are about to collide, not with war...well not again, but this time with a marriage. The Aryavardhans of Shatrudamana are known for their strength, pride and never backing down from duty. At the centre of it all stands Prince Yashvardhan Singh. He is the perfect heir and the perfect warrior, who'd destroy armies mercilessly. Far away in the kingdom of Padmagarha in the southern part of Bharatvarsha, ruled by the graceful and fierce Shailendri dynasty, lives Princess Vasundhara Shailendri. She is smart, fearless and someone who refuses to be caged. They were young when they fell in love recklessly. They were naive and innocent. Everything was going beautifully but destiny does not spare those who love deeply. Misunderstandings grew where truth was never spoken. Silence replaced explanation. Betrayal was assumed, abandonment was felt and two hearts that once beat together were torn apart by distance and pain. He believes she betrayed him. She believes he abandoned her. And between those beliefs, years of longing and resentment were born. Now, years later, destiny has staged a reunion as an arranged marriage between their kingdoms. But the thing is that they hate each other now. Or at least they say that they do. Between palace secrets, painful pasts, family pressure and the heavy weight of duty, Yashvardhan and Vasundhara must face what they once were and maybe, what they still could be. Can two broken hearts from two proud kingdoms find a way back? Or will this marriage turn into war? -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ- Standalone Book

Part 2 of the Kalika Empire series. Saahiti, the daughter of Mahamatya Kumarasena, is a jewel among women with great intellect. All of Ambikapuram knows about her knowledge and intellect. No man ever dares to approach her directly to express interest in her due to fear of incurring the Emperor's wrath. Saahiti is his favorite child. Abhijit cannot be bound by rules of the Emperor. He doesn't fear incurring his wrath. But will Saahiti, whose life is largely entwined in Vedanta and Philosophy, find her way to live in the world of politics, murder plots, and kitchen politics?

Aaryavati is your regular Queen. Innocent, pure, happy-go-lucky, always indulgent in womanly pleasures, illiterate, hopelessly romantic and daydreamer- Or that's what the King believes. What he doesn't know that behind the mask of an innocent Woman, lies a badass, clever, scheming yet righteous Queen who struggles to survive (and thrive) in the patriarchal society. What happens when her husband goes abroad to face the war and her kingdom falls into the chaos of threats from the other kingdoms? Will she be able to shed off her mask and save her kingdom timely? Will she allow the world to discover that she is a woman of substance or merely work her way through the shadow of her meek reputation? P.S. I would again like to stay true to my word. My stories doesn't possess emotional dramas. Or any negativity. Women are empowered and men are highly compassionate. I hope you will find my work interesting and positively refreshing. Cover credit:- My friend @DaveyHawkes

A fierce princess. A ruthless Mughal king. Bound by a cold, political marriage neither wants. In ancient India's royal courts, love will have to fight through silence, fire, and forbidden desire. Historical romance. Slow burn. Dark passion. _____________________ The courtier had laughed. Too loud. Too long. And Siyamika had smiled-just for a moment, just out of politeness. But that was enough. Later that night, the palace corridors whispered with the sound of heavy footsteps. Her chamber door slammed shut. She barely had time to rise before he was in front of her. Zayyan. Cloaked in emerald, his jaw tight, eyes burning with something she couldn't name-but it wasn't cold. Not this time. "Was he amusing, rajkumari?" His voice was quiet. Deadly. "Did his jokes warm your lonely little evenings?" Siyamika stepped back, her spine brushing the carved pillar behind her bed. "I only smiled. It was-" "Too much," he growled. "Too soft. Too pretty. Too tempting." He reached for her chin, fingers curling firm, almost rough. She gasped-more from the closeness than the grip. "You are mine." "And if I have to remind you..." his gaze dropped to her lips, "...I will." _____________________________ Then he kissed her. Not with affection. Not with tenderness With anger. With control. With punishment. Her hands pushed at his chest-resisting, struggling-but he didn't move. Didn't stop until he had tasted every ounce of the fire he tried to bury. When he finally pulled away, his breath was ragged. Hers was stolen. "Let that be your last smile for another man," he said, voice like thunder. "Or next time, I won't stop there."

" You are fucking mine , mine to care , mine to ruin, mine to fuck , the day I layed my eyes on you , I knew you were made for me. " he whispered huskily and she felt goosebumps all over her body. " I am not yours get that in your head " she shouted back. She was scared but didn't let that show on her face yet he knows everything. Her fate played a big game, she was forcefully married to an unknown stranger who is her enemy and claims to own her. She was standing face to face with her death, he could kill her anytime he wants. Her heart was beating rapidly as she made direct eye contact with him . But her breath hitched and her body froze on its spot when he again whispered against her ear. " Undress " but she was too stubborn to obey him And he was too determined to make her obey him. ****** Viransha Singh sisodiya the princess of a small kingdom Jodhpur , her beauty could make anyone fall on their knees, every king wanted her to marry their son. she was kind and innocent but something happened with her which gave her a lifetime trauma. A dark secret which she buried deep inside her. Rakshat Rao Rajpurohit, the king of a big empire ' Ashoka ' his main palace is in Maharashtra. A walking red flag with a face of green flag which can make anyone fall for him .Opposite to what other kings and princes were , he was cold, dangerous and merciless. A dark past hidden behind his cold eyes which was reason for him to be merciless. But what if jodhpur and Maharashtra are two enemy kingdoms who despise each other to an extent that they are ready to do anything for revenge. What will happen when fate ties them together in a sacred relationship, will their feelings for eachother will change ? Or their hunger for revenge will lead them to destruction. What will happen when her dark secrets are exposed will he accept her or will leave her ??. A story full of rolar coaster ride of twist and turns.

"Untie your lehenga," he said. "Huh?" I blinked, pretending I hadn't heard. Or maybe hoping I hadn't. "I said..." His gaze slid over me, heavier than touch, "untie the string of your lehenga." "And?" I asked, trying to match his tone. I hated how breathless I sounded. "And..." He whispered, "Insert your fingers down there. Then lick it slowly. Show me if your little jungle medicine works. Maybe I'll join you later." My hands froze. What? My eyes snapped to his. He was watching me-like a hawk that had already stripped away every feather I'd used to hide. He knows. He knows. 𝗛𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀. ❖ She was never meant to be his bride. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 was the jewel of Rajgarh - a woman born of fire, trained in every royal art, even the forgotten ones whispered in hushed tones by dancing courtesans. He was meant to destroy her. 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵, the ruthless crown prince of Devgarh, didn't want love. He wanted vengeance. She was the sister of the man who broke his own sister's heart. And so he took her. As a bride. As a weapon. As a wound. But what he didn't see coming... was the ache she awakened in him. The way her silence burned deeper than screams. The way her defiance tasted of poison and honey. Now the war is no longer on the battlefield. What happens when the enemy begins to crave her? This isn't a love story. It's a slow-burning fire. And a marriage soaked in secrets, storms, and stolen breaths. "She will break... the day I stop touching her with hate." And when he finally touches her with something else- Will she still be his enemy?

"Humpe vishvaas karti hai aap?" He asked, his voice deep, touched with something possessive, something intimate. (Do you trust me?) His fingers found the lace at her back, toying with it slowly. His eyes never left hers-watchful, patient. It wasn't just about trust. It was a question laced with heat, with meaning. There was a pause. Not of doubt, but of weight. Then her lips curved in a quiet smile, soft as a petal opening to dawn. "Khudse bhi adhik." (More than myself.) That was all he needed. He lifted her without a word-her giggle light, her bangles chiming. Her ghagra fluttered as he carried her inside. The bed waited, simple and quiet. He laid her down like a prayer, eyes never leaving hers. Their lips met-slow, aching. Her fingers undressed him. Clothes fell. Skin met skin. Under the sheet, he moved with her-gentle, deep, worshipful. She gasped, clung to him, whispered his name. One rhythm. One afternoon. One unspoken truth.

He was my love, but I was just his path towards the crown which he never owned. When my parents warned me he was a terrorist, I laughed. I didn't believe them. Not until he robbed his own love and left her to die in tiny deaths, moment by moment. We weren't just a few years apart in age, but miles apart in our thoughts as well. Our origins were different, our upbringings were different, we lived in different directions of the world, and yet I never let any of these cause a crack between us, until he decided to build one. REVENGE. His revenge. I was born with the title of Princess, and he was forced to become a knight. He was ready to destroy both of us in the flames of his revenge, lapping around our relationship's newly dug grave. And yet, I stood there firm, unshakable, unbreakable, indestructible, ready to see what his extent was. Because no matter what, at the edge where he ends... I begin. Our marriage didn't only gave a new direction to our relation, but it also sparked an unspoken hunger in him. I don't know why I was getting punished for something I never did. Not only did I betray the promise to my parents, but I also betrayed my every boundary for him. My love for him turned to my dedication when he gave me the only reason to hate him. He put his blade on the neck of the only one I loved the most. So, I put my blade on him, slicing off all the threads of our never budding relationship. He wanted to win it all for the Crown. So, I destroyed it all for the Blood. It was the battle of Blood vs Crown. And the winner was yet to be announced.

Raised in exile, Princess Zohra returns to the palace only to be surrendered to Sultan Sikander after his army forces her father into negotiation. Sent to his kingdom as a political guarantee, she expects a tyrant-but finds a ruler trapped in an unwanted marriage arrangement. When the Sultan's bride escapes on the day of the nikah, Sikander marries Zohra instead to protect his honour. What starts as a forced alliance slowly turns into a clash of wills, quiet care, and a love neither of them planned. ★First chapter : 2nd November 2024 ★Final chapter : 21st August 2025 Happy Journey :))))