adira, a brilliant historian and an unwavering perfectionist, thrives on unraveling the lost mysteries of the past. Yet, one enigma continues to elude her-the most celebrated warrior king of ancient India. His name echoes through time, his empire was far ahead of its era, yet history only offers fragments of his existence. Who was he beyond his throne? How did his kingdom attain a brilliance that even modern science cannot comprehend? And why did he suddenly disappear, leaving behind an unfinished legacy? These questions consume her, turning curiosity into obsession. But when fate takes an unexpected turn, adira finds herself not just studying history-she is living it. Drawn into the depths of time, she steps into his empire, face to face with the legend himself. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure, or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces? As the past and present collide, she becomes more than just a seeker of truth. She becomes his obsession. And in the kingdom of a lion, escape is no longer an option

He was fire. She was the wind. And together, they could either destroy the world... or heal it. Rana Rudraksh Vardhan-Asia's most powerful businessman and the feared head of the Asian Mafia and the secret crowned prince of Vardhapur. He is untouchable, unbreakable, and cursed. Every woman who marries into the Vardhan bloodline dies within a year, and Rudraksh has embraced that darkness as his fate. Rivanya Bedi is his complete opposite-a compassionate soul with unshakable faith in Maa Gauri. Forced into marriage as a replacement for her step-sister, she is thrown into Rudraksh's world of blood, betrayal, and secrets that could burn her alive. But what she doesn't expect is the man behind the mask... the one whose pain runs deeper than the curse that haunts him. As Shiv meets Shakti, fire meets wind, and love collides with destiny, will their union receive the blessing of the gods? Or will Rudraksh and Rivanya be torn apart by the curse that has claimed every soul before hers? RUDRAVANYA - a story of love, power, and the divine war between fate and faith.

The air in the chamber was heavy with the scent of burning musk and impending doom. Roshni backed away, her breath hitching as the shadows seemed to close in around her. ​"Humma jane dijiye... aisa aap kyu kar rahe hain humare saath?" ​A dark, chilling laugh echoed against the stone walls. Aryaman took a slow, predatory step forward, his eyes locked onto hers with unsettling intensity. ​"Aisa kaise, Rajkumari? Ab toh aap humari patni hain... aur Aaj tho humari suhaagraat hai bhala is din kaunsa pati apni dharam-patni ko chod sakta hai?" ​He moved closer, his presence looming like a dark cloud over her fragile frame. ​Roshni's heart hammered against her ribs. She could not-would not-surrender herself to this monster. Her virtue was a treasure far greater than any kingdom, and she refused to let it be auctioned away by his cruelty. ​With a trembling but determined hand, she reached behind her waist. Hidden beneath the heavy folds of her lehenga and secured by her kamarbandh, she gripped the hilt of a dagger. Its blade was small, but its edge was sharper than any soldier's sword. ​She pressed the cold steel against her own wrist, her voice shaking but defiant. ​"Agar aap humare kareeb aaye, toh hum apna aap ko khatam kar denge! Par yaad rakhiye... aapko humari rooh tak choone ki izzazat nahi denga." ​The threat hung in the air, but it didn't slow him down. Not a single line of worry etched Aryaman's face. He didn't flinch; instead, a mocking smirk played on his lips. ​"Kariye... Apna aap ko khatam kariye." ​He continued his advance, relentless and cold. Roshni stumbled back, her heels catching on the marble floor until her back hit the cold, unyielding stone of the wall. ​"Humne kaha na... humare kareeb mat aaiye!" ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ बचपन की हँसी, वो मिट्टी का खेल, सब धोखे की आग में ह

She returned with a degree in her hand, not knowing fate had a crown waiting for her. Rajkumari Anvica Singh Rathore, kind-hearted and gentle, had spent years away from the royal politics of Rajasthan. But the day she returned, destiny entangled her in a web she never saw coming. At the grand coronation of Maharaj Rajvardhan Singh Shekhawat-King of Rajasthan and fiancé to her elder sister-she finds herself face-to-face with the man she secretly loved since childhood. What she doesn't know is... he never wanted her sister. He wanted her. Always did. And on the day of the wedding, he does the unthinkable. One sister disappears. The other is forced to take her place. And with that, begins a tale of stolen vows, silent love, royal secrets, and a deception so deep... even love might not survive it.

"प्रेम 𝐤𝐞 𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐛𝐢, 𝐛𝐚𝐧 𝐠𝐚𝐲𝐚 𝐞𝐤 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐩. प्रेम 𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞 𝐣𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞, 𝐀𝐚𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐢 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐚𝐦.. 𝐬𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐤𝐢 𝐦𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐩𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐦𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧, 𝐩𝐞𝐞 𝐤𝐚 𝐧𝐚𝐚𝐦!!!" ⊱ ────── {.⋅ ✯ ⋅.} ────── ⊰ " नियति ने लिए ऐसा फैसला, जिसने बदल दी उनकी तकदीर की किताब।" ⋆﹥━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━﹤⋆ 𝐈𝐧 𝐚 𝐦𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐟𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐫𝐢 𝐑𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐀𝐝𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐭 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐮𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐚𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐫𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧, 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞. 𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠, 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐝𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐚 𝐟𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧..

One moment, the air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the roar of a collapsing empire. Princess Aradhyanshi had stood her ground, twin daggers flashing, until the cold bite of steel pierced her back-a traitor's gift. She had welcomed the darkness, expecting the silence of the ancestors. Instead, she woke up gasping for air, her lungs burning not with smoke, but with the frigid water of the modern world. The transition was a blur of neon lights and sterile hospital walls. She was no longer a commander of legions- she was Aaradhya Rathore, a girl whose life had been as quiet as a whisper until she "drowned." Aradhyanshi adapted with a warrior's precision. She learned to navigate the "glass bricks" they called phones and the strange, fast-moving carriages of the city. Some memories of her past life began to fray at the edges-but her instincts remained razor-sharp. She convinced herself this was a gift. A second chance to live without a blade at her throat. That delusion shattered on her first day at the elite Oberoi University. Vikramaditya...or ..Vikrant Oberoi? Her breath hitched, her pulse hammering a war drum against her ribs. She had traveled through time and death to escape her fate, only to find her greatest enemy waiting for her in the one place she thought she was safe. He didn't look away. His gaze locked onto hers, dark and unreadable, as if he had been counting the days until she arrived.

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, should she follow the original story...? She'll have to find out for herself. But slowly, things start changing. 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.