Book 1- VV Royals Series (Can be read as standalone) Gayatri is the only virgin of the Tridhara Palace's Royal Vaishyalay. She is a dedicated devotee of the enigmatic god Nivarth, the god who has taken birth as the prince of Tridhara Palace. Gayatri's life takes a dramatic turn when she catches the god's attention. What happens when the very deity she worships begins to defile her? Destined for a purpose greater than she can comprehend, Gayatri may hold the key to salvaging Nivarth, the god of winter, from himself. Will the god's dangerous allure consume her, or will her love change the mischievous god's ways?

In the Dhairya household, life is a loud, beautiful mess of constant banter, protective glares, and the kind of support only family can provide. At the center of it all is Akash-the stern, protective older brother whose word is law, but whose heart is entirely devoted to his chaotic clan of younger siblings and cousins. As the younger generation navigates the sharp edges of adulthood-from academic pressures and college secrets to the thrill of newfound freedom-they find themselves constantly clashing with the rules designed to keep them safe. But behind every stern lecture and every strict "Bhaiya" rule lies a deeper truth: they are each other's greatest strength. Join the Dhairya family on a journey of growing up together, where mistakes are forgiven, secrets are eventually bared, and every homecoming is a reminder that no matter how far you stray, your siblings will always be the ones to lead you home. A story of mischief, discipline, and the unbreakable bonds that define us. #10 Wattpad (20-04-2026) #11 Wattpad (15-04-2026) #9 family (20-03-2026)

Three siblings, with a unique bond, bound by an unexpressive love. Zaara, cheerful youngest, longing for acknowledgement; Veer, the teasing confidant; and Viren, the stoic guardian. Their carefully constructed world is about to crack, because Zaara seeks attention and love. Get ready for a ride of unspoken emotions, laughter and heartbreaks! Chapter 4: "For me?" a two year old Zaara asked, her vocabulary still limited but growing daily. "For Zaara?" "Yes, pari," Viren confirmed, kneeling beside her. "All for you. This is your special place." Zaara clutched the unicorn to her chest, then spun in a wobbly circle, taking in every detail of her new domain. Her joy was palpable, radiating from her in waves that seemed to lighten the very air around them. "Pretty," she declared, pointing to the fairy lights twinkling above. "Stars!" "Yes, stars," Viren agreed, his throat tight with emotion. "Just for you." Chapter 15: A smug grin tugged at her lips. This was it. They were finally getting close to proving that Chachu wasn't the villain everyone thought. Just as she hit send, a shadow loomed over her. "Zaara." Her fingers froze mid-air. That voice. That tone. Dread crept up her spine like a slow, merciless tide. She turned, ever so carefully, phone slipping behind her back. Veer stood at the door, arms crossed, jaw set tight as steel. His eyes-God, his eyes. Cold, sharp, already drilling into her with silent accusation. He knew. Her mouth went dry. "Bhai?" "Phone." Zaara tried for her best clueless act. "K-kya phone?" Veer took a step forward, towering over her, his presence suffocating. "Jo tu chhupa rahi hai." His tone was too calm. The calm before a storm that was about to hit full force. Zaara swallowed. Think. Lie. Bluff. Run. None of those would work. She was doomed....

"I suggest you sit down, Rajkumari..." the old spy whispered, barely above a breath as he collapsed before her. His cloak was soaked in blood-not his own-and his face was pale with terror she had only seen on the battlefield. Jhanvi's hand froze mid-motion as she reached for her goblet. It had only been four days. Four days since she was forced to return to Deshmukh and left her Ranjha alone. "What happened?" Her voice was quieter than she expected. The man looked up, shame clouding his eyes. "Forgive me, Rajkumari... I could not stop him. No one can." Jhanvi's brows furrowed. "Prithvi?" He nodded. "The King has executed seventeen prisoners in three days. No trials. No questions. Among them... a boy, fifteen, who tried to steal from the temple steps. An eighty-year-old woman accused of speaking ill of the crown. He didn't flinch." Jhanvi's breath caught. "That's not... him." The spy clenched his fists. "He doesn't sleep. He skips meals. The royal doctor says his body is tearing from the inside-he's injured himself thrice during combat drills. Blood everywhere. He won't stop." Jhanvi stood, heart pounding. "Why are the ministers allowing this?!" "Who dares to stand in his way?" the man cried. "When an ambassador from an allied kingdom said, 'Your Majesty is fortunate to have been loved by such a divine woman,' he exiled the entire delegation. Burned the alliance papers and cut ties with the most powerful kingdom." Jhanvi staggered back, hand to her chest. "He... ended a diplomatic tie over... me?" "He screamed," the man rasped, eyes wide with memory. "He threw his sword and shouted, 'If I'm so fortunate, where the hell is my raani?!'" Silence filled the chamber. The spy whispered, "He's not a king anymore, Rajkumari. He's a man burning alive from the absence of his queen." Jhanvi clutched the table, heart aching. "He'll destroy himself," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But... what about my self-respect?"

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. 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?

Atharv♥️Aadyaa ~~~~~~~~ A Romantic couple chases the world and steps forward to transform it into heaven. Not the world but their village A small step till the significant one ~~~~~~~~ "Atharv tum sun bhi rahe ho ya nahi. Tum Ghar ki izzat aur laj ko bina ghoonghat aur saree ke skirt aur top mein school bhejna chahte ho. Is ladki ko tum padhana chahte ho. Aur poore gaon mein Bina ghoonghat ke ghoomana chahte ho. Dekh lena tumhara muh kala karegi ye. Dimaag kharab kar liya hain kya tunne. Is ladki ne pata nahi tujhe pe konsa kala jaadu kar diya." (Atharv are you still listening or not. You want to send her to school without any respect and in a skirt and top, without disrespecting the dignity and modesty of the house. You want to teach this girl. She has done black magic on you.) ~~~~~~~~

"Ouchh," I cried trying to balance. I looked up at him with soft eyes, flushed cheeks. He looked into my eyes with his knitted ones. His hair lying over his sweaty forehead. I never presumed to glimpse him this close. His photographs conveyed his good looks but his dominating aura was hard to handle. I was feeling scared to even breathe in his arms. Bringing his fingers to my face he gently pushed hair strands behind my ear. I lowered my eyes feeling extremely shy. "Sambhal kar chaliye zara, har waqt bahein nahi hongi hamari sambhalne ko," he said in a scratchy tone. There was a hint of taunt present. I knitted my brows to his words and quickly matched his aura. "Hume chahiye bhi nahi," I said glaring at him. He shot his eyebrows a little and I pushed him to leave angrily. Turning around I stepped up on another dumbbell and slipped over it again. I threw my hands in the air for support and once again found him snaking my waist and pulling my back closer to his chest. "Are you sure," he asked over my ears. I angrily looked back at him, found him smirking. "Baahon mein girte girte, mohabbat me mat giriyega hamare," he whispered looking into my eyes. "Kabhi nahi," I replied and left. I royally ignored his taunt only to end up marrying him. Day by day my feelings for him grew stronger though finding happiness was becoming a risky game. But I was heartbroken upon discovering that he only married me out of pity and loved someone else who he was to marry. Not having parents from young age now made me helpless. It felt good to leave home where my family cared for me all these years, after my parents. I did not want to go back and be a burden again. But living this life with him didn't seem fruitful either. This is love story of Tejas Pratap Rathore and Sunaina Maan Singh. Storyline takes place in the early years of 21st century (2001). A beloved saga tying them together in love and commitment whilst they dwell over misunderstandings and growing feelings.

We were never supposed to marry, and our marriage was wrong because of many reasons but it didn't take him a single second before he shouted in front of the whole village and said that I am his wife and marry me in front of them. And I was just standing there like a statue because what could I have done when my own family is in different country and the person whom I was getting married ran away leaving me to get killed by the goons. He saved me when no one was there for me, when everyone was against me and wanted to kill me. He stood there like a rock and become my shield and my husband. And this is where our story of endless love and fight begins. And all of this just because we are from different religion and society will never accept our marriage and love. All of this started because of that tremendously awful day when it was announced that our country is getting divided into two parts and that we have to leave our country, my home where I was born and brought up. The partition of 1947 changed my life for forever. I am Noor and this is my story of Love and War with those whom I used to thought were my loved ones.