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 :))))

He saved her from death. Then tried to forget her. Now she serves him every day... and he pretends not to care. Shivanika was only 23 when she was widowed and sentenced to die - burned alive with her much older husband of jwala tribe. But on the edge of death, a man appeared. Shivraj - the arrogant, flirtatious crown prince - broke ancient laws to save her. He left her with just one promise: "You're free. Live your life. Forget me." Years later, she walks his palace as the head maid. She thought he'd forgotten. But when his eyes meet hers again, they don't hold confusion - they hold memory. And pain. Now he gives her nothing but silence. Cold orders. Distant glances. But she knows he remembers everything. And she knows - deep inside - he burns just like she once did. Because the girl he saved... is no longer just a survivor. She's a storm waiting to rise. She was his secret. Now she's his shadow.

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.

In a world where darkness and light entwine, a tale of insane love and devotion unfolds. During Ancient era. Meet Yuvrani Neeti, a rajputani princess with a heart full of love and light, yet haunted by the shadows of her past.Her mother's demise and her stepmother's cruelty have left emotional scars, but the people around to love her and her own resilience have kept her spirit alive. Sultan Shah Arshad Khan, a man consumed by the darkness of his own . His father's death has turned him into brooding soul, who shuns love and sympathy, fearing the vulnerability that comes with it. But when she enters his life, his frozen heart awakens, and he is drawn to her like a ship to a guiding star. As their worlds collide, Arshad's insanity-inducing love for Neeti takes center stage. He is willing to surrender everything - his throne, his pride, his very existence - to keep her close in his arms. For the first time, he feels the warmth of love, and it's like a fresh breath of air that revives his soul. Dive into this epic tale of love, passion, and redemption, where two damaged souls find solace in each other's arms. Witness the transformation of a cold, calculating Sultan into a lovesick, besotted monarch, who will stop at nothing to make his queen happy. Join princess Neeti and Sultan Arshad on their journey of self-discovery, as they navigate the complexities of their own hearts, and find a love that's strong enough to conquer all." Guys!! REMEMBER it's our world, it's our rights to explore all the beautiful things happening here. And I'm excited to open the gate for you all and I hope you guys enjoy equally with me. With lots of love..🫶🏻 MANASA

"What will you choose, Shaurya? Me....or your revenge?" "REVENGE." _____________________________ But what power does even the Lord of Wrath hold... before the will of the heart? Their love was fierce... forbidden... unstoppable. Until one night......the sky tore open, and destiny rewrote its own laws. But the past never forgets... and neither does he. BECAUSE EVEN ACROSS CENTURIES, THE EMPEROR ALWAYS COMES FOR WHAT'S HIS. Best Rankings #1 in historicalfiction #2 in poetic #6 in king #1 in crowned prince