𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘦𝘴 𝘶𝘱 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘥𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘪𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨? One moment, she's watching the story on a screen. Next, she's living inside it, trapped in the role of the villainess destined for ruin. To survive, she must follow the story... but one choice changes everything. Scenes unfold differently. Feelings deepen where they were never meant to. And the man who was never supposed to choose her... begins rewriting fate with her. The story drifts further from its ending. The war comes. Secrets surface. Love blooms where it was never meant to. When the story concludes, will she survive the fate written for the villain... or leave her mark on destiny forever?

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

When a Historian, Ishvay Sisodia, discovers a mysterious diary titled Sangharsh inside a forbidden cave, he suddenly vanishes from the modern world. He awakens in colonial India, where he meets Ahalya, a young woman fighting against patriarchy, injustice, and the chains of a society determined to silence her. Bound by fate, the two begin writing a story together-one of rebellion, courage, and forgotten voices. A story history never remembered.

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 1 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥ 𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑺𝒘𝒆𝒆𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒔 ❥ "I am incomplete without you Just the way Stars are incomplete without the moon" ~Nayantara Rajput "And just like the moon, We must go Through phases of emptiness To feel full again." ~Anirudh Singh Rathore ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── The story revolves around Nayantara, the princess of Somgarh, and Anirudh, the prince of Rajgarh. They were childhood sweethearts who shared a deep affection for one another. Their parents arranged their betrothal during their early years, solidifying their bond. Both loved each other and were set to marry in a few months. But what happened that Somgarh and Rajgarh became enemy. and Anirudh denied to get married to Nayantara. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── What will Nayantara do now? In fifteenth century no one wanted to marry a woman whose engagement was already broken.

Her history was not unwritten; it was unread. •Chipe hue lafz kaun kahega? Inn siyahi ke panno ko kaun samjhega? Kisme itna wakt hai ki, wo mere dil ke lafzo ko sunne ka irada rakhega?• ▪︎:- Rajkumari Mayurika ~•~ ~▪︎Ek aisi Rajkumari ki gatha- Jisne pardo ke peeche se dekhi thi duniya Aakhir Kaun use prem sikhata?▪︎~ ♡ Hawa ke jhoke sa wo ajnabee chehra saamne aa gaya; dil hamara na raha- dheere-dheere,sehem- sehem kar unhi me sanjo gaya. Kyu kisine mujpar nazar atkaai; kyu mere astitva ko mana; jabki me wo Rajkumari thi; jise kabhi kisine na jana. ♡ 《A questioned that haunted the walls of my abandoned chamber; as I sat on the sole balcony- I tried to find answers of it in the Moon. 》 ▪︎•"Aapne sabke liye koi n koi banaya- meri daasta likhte samay aap dusre kirdaar bhul gaye the Krishn?"•▪︎ . The wheels of destiny always revolve; samay ka chakra kisiki prateeksha nahi karta. Kuch isi tarah se ghoomi Rajkumari Mayurika ki jeevan daasta.

Featured by WATTPAD Asian Fantasy The nectar of righteousness is entrenched when Shri Lakshmi, who emerged from the ocean along with the amrita reunites with Narayan, who, as Mohini, bestowed the amrita upon the Devatas. 𝘿𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞 - the supreme manifestation of 𝘼𝙠𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝘽𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙙𝙖 𝙉𝙖𝙮𝙖𝙠𝙞, 𝘼𝙙𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙖𝙠𝙩𝙞 𝙎𝙝𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙖𝙩𝙞 𝙈𝙖𝙝𝙖𝙡𝙖𝙠𝙨𝙝𝙢𝙞 is born in the lineage of the venerated Kurus as the youngest of Kunti and the beloved of Kanha - the Lord of Dwarka. Harmonize with her conscience as she unearths the cauldrons of conceit, malfeasance, and knavery among her own family; battles for love; anamnesis her primordial identity; endures profanity; and shatters the hegemonic patriarchy that breaches the aspect of the divine feminine Shakti - the very essence of the universe. Endearment, hellions, retrouvallie, motherhood, sovereignty, curses and cordolium - Dhriti has to face it all. Rising above her flaws and foible, the quintessence of the Universe completes a full circle of her mortal incarnation. From Kuruvansha Kumari to the Samragyi of the Three Worlds - This is the tale of "Kanha's Priya." 【 This is a work of pure fiction. Through this, I do not mean to hurt anyone's religious sentiments and beliefs. The story is loosely based on Mahabharata, while majority of the plots and character potrayals are a part of my imagination. Enjoy! 】

She is Princess Yauvani of Rajpura - born to silken halls, golden thrones, and rules that suffocate her heart. He is Arivaan - a soldier with nothing but his sword, his scars, and a fire that no crown can tame. They should have been strangers. They should have been forbidden. But when silken chains of duty clash with the raw pull of desire, love becomes the deadliest rebellion. "You know, Princess... getting close to you could cost me my life," Arivaan's voice was low, heavy with fire and pain. Yauvani didn't blink as her lips curved into the faintest smile. "Then be ready to die, Arivaan... because I can't push you away anymore."

"You're mine to hurt, mine to love, and mine to cure. No other man is allowed to even wander around you." "You don't own me Rehaan Sa." "Yes I do Ash." The story of a forced marriage who tries to find its way to their heart. But him? His heart is of rock. Under the strong torture of revenge, will Iravika find her way to his heart?

Vedika x Abhimanyu She was mute, deaf, and handicapped-an orphan from a small village after her grandfather's death. But she was a strong-willed girl, never allowing anyone to put her down. When a man mocked her for being mute, she struck him with a vase. Just four days after her grandfather's death, she was married off to a man who saw her only as a responsibility. On their wedding night, he left her-and didn't return for six months. During that time, she lived in his house, treated as nothing more than a maid, working tirelessly. Why did he leave her on their first night? And what made him come back after six long months? And most of all-was Vedika really mute?