At RAU, a university in a private island in UK where only the Americans high-class student could go apart from the British students. Where prestige is inherited, loyalty is bought, and every smile hides a threat. Aleksandra Morozova arrived with one rule: trust no one. Cold, brilliant, and untouchable, she has spent her entire life learning that emotions are liabilities and weakness is unforgivable. She's determined to graduate, disappear, and never become another pawn in the dangerous world she was born into. Then there's Aiden Russo. The ruthless heir to one of the most powerful mafia dynasties. Feared by everyone, admired by many, and incapable of mercy. He doesn't believe in love, only control. But from the moment Aleksandra refuses to bow to him, she becomes the one obsession he can't silence. Their rivalry turns into an irresistible game of manipulation, secrets, and impossible attraction. Every move draws them deeper into a war neither of them can escape-where betrayal is currency, blood writes the rules, and falling for the enemy could cost them everything. Some attractions are forbidden. Theirs was inevitable.

What would she do if her future self started texting her.... and every warning began to come true? At first, it felt like a glitch. A strange mistake she could easily ignore and forget. But then the messages started unfolding in real life... exactly as they were written. A choice she hadn't made yet. A moment she hadn't lived. A warning she couldn't escape. And soon, she realizes the most terrifying part isn't the messages themselves.... It's the possibility that she is already living the future it's trying to prevent.

"Ek lootere se vivaah?" she scoffed, fire in her eyes. "Kabhi nahi! Hum aapki patni nahi... aapki mrityu ka kaaran banenge. Aur yeh humara pran hai." - she spat, her rage hotter than the steel sheathed at her waist. He just smiled. Dark. Dangerous. Unfazed. "Aaj humara vivah hai... aur dulhan toh aap zaroor banegi. Chahe prem se ya.... zabardasti se." - his breath a sinful whisper, grazing her lips like a promise carved in fire. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita - the Princess of Sangamgarh, raised to rule, not to surrender. Veerath - the infamous Bandit King, feared across kingdoms, untamed and unstoppable. They weren't meant to cross paths. But fate doesn't ask for permission. She vowed to destroy him. He vowed to own her. Love was never the plan. But desire? It's the most dangerous rebellion of all. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ TROPES • Historical Romance • Enemies to Lovers • Age Gap • Princess × Bandit • Grumpy × Grumpy • Forced Proximity • Forced Marriage • Forbidden Love ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita: The Bandit's Desire 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝟭 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮 Let the rebellion begin...

Book 1 of "Royal Tales" " She? She is going to die in my hands " The King's voice reverberated through the chamber. His sword hovered perilously close to Payal's delicate neck. A gasp escaped from Payal's trembling lips. Veer's heart raced, witnessing the harrowing scene before him. He cursed the cruel world that could not understand their boundless love. He stood frozen between love and duty. With trembling hands, Veer held his sword and raised the blade, facing not just his father but the king, his entire linage. " If she gets even a small scratch " His voice echoed in the hushed chamber, " No one will remain standing with their heads attached " He warned. He was ready to stand against of his own blood, just for his love. He was the prince who always wore a payal on his wrist, keeping a part of his beloved one close to him at all times. And she was the maid who never tasted love but witnessed unconditional love secured for her, in the eyes of a prince. What happens when a prince falls in love with a maid? What happens when their tale becomes a rumor of the palace? Is this love a sin? Read the book to witness the journey of Veer and Payal, fulfilled with love and pain. Starts on: 13 April, 2024 Ends on: 28 September, 2024

🔅This story is not a historical fiction.🔅 🔅🔆🔅 He was standing in his balcony, feeling the cold night and sipping over his black coffee. Suddenly , he saw a silhouette in the garden moving near the boundaries. He placed his coffee aside and moved a little forward squinting his eyes to see the person but darkness created by trees at that place was not helping. He quickly went towards the garden instead of shouting for guards. When he was entering the garden , he saw that it was none other than her. She was climbing the walls and soon she jumped over the wall. He ran towards his car and ignited the engine.He followed her outside the palace keeping his speed slow. "Why is she sneaking like a thief?" "Is she the traitor whom he was searching for days, who was involved in data breeching?" All these questions flooded his mind seeing her walking speedily while tucking her hands in the side pockets of her hoodie. He was following her quietly and she was continuously walking on the black asphalt road in the midnight oblivious of his presence. His heart was beating fast with the anticipation, it was not like he had agreed fully what Rohan had said yesterday but now he was preparing himself to see the worst thing his mind ever could imagine about her. She was not like that. She can't betray him. But if she is the culprit then he will not hesitate before doing what he usually does to a traitor. She would get the punishment and the punishment is DEATH. 🔅🔆🔅 Welcome to the life of ROYALS. Royals whose lifes are unpredictable. Royals who rule on the people. 🔅🔆🔅 He says, " Don't you ever dare to hurt me, because if it will be my turn, you will have to google how to stop crying." 🔅🔆🔅 She says, " I refused to let it break me, I faced the tragedy, I felt the pain and it only made me stronger" 🔅🔆

"Do you know, Guruma told me how much she likes me being there." Thirteen year old Meenakshi spoke about her new life. "She is absolutely right. Having you around is like having our blessings around." Chitrama said, as she slowly massaged her bruised arms. "Who would not like you?" She asked, her question rhetorical. "My parents." Meenakshi whispered, making Chitrama look at her. She smiled softly at her, as she saw the little girl becoming a woman. "Does you feet not hurt you?" She asked diverting her attention. They were bruised from walking on the rocks and climbing trees. "No ma. I am used to the pain." Meenakshi said, making Chitrama's heart weep. "One day, you shall be cherished dear, so much that all this pain will be worth it." She said, caressing her soles, before she bandaged them. "I don't have any such expectations ma. And I don't wish to." She said, before she walked to the bathing area.

A fictional love story of one of the greatest king of Rajputana Maharana Pratap Singh and his wife Maharani Ajabde Punwar. Pratap Singh Sisodia: Crown Prince of Mewar who is about to be crowned as Maharana soon. His goal is to reunite Rajputana against external forces. He was engaged to Ajabde when they were just kids, which was broken by his father due to some misunderstanding. What will he do when he comes to know there is a girl somewhere who still considers him as her husband even when relationship between them were cut by their family. Will he go against his family and distract himself from the goal he has strived hard for for that girl? Ajabde Punwar : Smart and sweet girl who helps her father administrate his Bijolia Jagir with efficiency. Since she came to know that she is engaged, she has been in love with Mewar Prince Pratap Singh and considers him as her husband inspite of knowing that the ties has been cut never to be mended. But she does not get deterred by her broken heart. Her resilience and optimisim is the light of her family and her Bijolia people. Will she be able to win him over with her love and devotion? PS : This is not exactly a fan fiction of the Hindi show so it can be read as any full fledged historical fiction but lovers of the show can consider as one :)