*Status- Complete* Book one of the Royal Romance series. "She was the girl he used to see in his dreams" _________________________________________ "Ekansh Rathore" the king of Jaipur. CEO of Rathore Empires by profession. Business is his passion and he can go to any extent for his business. "Ishana Chauhan" the only daughter of Chauhan. An actress who is in her initial days of career. Her career is more important for her than anything else but when it comes to books she has her own world of imagination. Let's see what would happen when they will be tied in the bond of marriage because of the one passionate night they shared with each other. What will happen if they collide? Will they be able to make their relationships work out? To know the answers to the questions join the beautiful journey of Ekansh and Isha.

𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐎𝐂𝐊 - all her hopes and dreams of running away from the luxurious lifestyle with her boyfriend are ruined when she finds herself chained down in a sudden arranged marriage with someone she'd never love, but it's already been made clear that not everything goes to plan. 𝐑𝐘𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐄𝐒 - He only agreed to this wedding on the condition that it would help his business career and put more money in his wallet. He's never been in a serious committed relationship before, and he wasn't about to start now, that is, until he sees his soon-to-be wife; now he'll go through anything and anyone to get her, even her own boyfriend. started - may 8th, 2023. finished - july 28th, 2023.

As she bends down, exposing the soft skin of her inner thighs, her pants hugging every curve. Adam's cock throbs, his restraint snapping. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘪𝘵?" he growls, yanking her flush against him, his fingers digging into her waist. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘧𝘪𝘳𝘦, 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘪𝘵." "𝑵-𝑵𝒐.. 𝒎𝒏𝒏 " she moans His cock presses hard against her, making her shudder. He chuckles, low and dark. "𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘻𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘪𝘵. 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘶𝘪𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦." Warning: This story contains themes that may be uncomfortable for some readers. Please proceed with caution⚠️

I was walking to my locker when I heard someone calling for somebody. "Hey! Little cutie!" They called. I kept waking, since no one noticed me and I doubted that it would've started then. It was a hallway full of cute girls, all of them much cuter than me, so why would they be calling for me? They whistled. "Shortie with the ponytail!" They called, their voice now closer to me. I still kept walking to my locker since there were still several other girls, who were taller than me but still relatively short, wearing ponytails. I felt a light tap on my shoulder once I got to my locker. I turned around and my breath caught in my throat at who was talking to me. Maximus King. The hottest guy in all of Hillside High. With his jet black hair that was always messy but still looked amazing, his steel grey eyes that all the girls talked about, his sharp jawline that could cut someone, his tall, six-foot five inches form that towered over me, and his strong form that could easily take out pretty much all of the guys in school, he was what every girl looked for. He had a bit of a bad reputation, well, a lot of a bad reputation, but most girls didn't care about that. I cared, and was very afraid of him and all of his friends except for Xander. In fact, if he had a reputation of sleeping around, I think I would've avoided him like the plague. Good thing he only flirted with girls and never slept, kissed, or touched them. "Hey, shortie, I was talking to you," he said with his deep voice. I cleared my throat after a few seconds of me gaping at him. "S-sorry. I-I didn't k-know," I squeaked. He chuckled. "I even said 'shortie with the ponytail!' yet you still didn't know." I gulped. "That's cute," he said. Amethyst Stone, a short, four-foot eleven inches girl that Maximus King has taken an interest to. When? You'll find out. Why? He could tell you, but don't get your hopes up. Will it work out? Read if you really want to know. 12/21/18- 8/8/19- 12/27/20

"Get off of me!" I said to the tall man stood next to me. " Sir what should we do with her?" Suddenly a tall figure towered over me I wouldn't admit it but If I wasn't being held against my will in the middle of the street I would of found him attractive. "Get her in the car she's coming home with us" What!? No this isn't happening before I could think i elbowed the man stood holding my arm in the nose earning a groan of pain. While he was "distracted" I ran forward slapping the boss I assume across the face. "You shouldn't have done that" the boss said and I instantly blacked out. Although before I blacked out I heard a distant "your mine now princess" Oh no.

𝐉𝐚𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐏𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐚 I downed a shot of tequila, allowing the burning liquid to slide down my throat and settle in my stomach. I deserved to have some fun without boundaries. I poured a second glass and it disappeared as quickly as the first. Then came the third, fourth and fifth. Still I wasn't satisfied. My landlady was a bitch, I was fired and my boyfriend cheated on me. My nerves were shot to hell! My eyes lazily scanned the nightclub as I consecutively downed my sixth shot for the evening. Life's a bitch. 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐨 𝐆𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐫𝐨 I sat in the VIP section of the club, a glass of vodka in my hand as I watched the woman several yards away drowning herself in tequila. My lips curled in amusement. The red dress she wore showed a generous amount of cleavage, her ass was ripe and full, begging to be groped. She looked to be eighteen. I wondered what a pretty thing like her was doing in a place like this, drinking like there was no tomorrow. Not that it was any of my business. Women came, got laid and wasted in this nightclub every night. Nothing special to see here. "Muori figlio di puttana." I pulled the trigger on my gun and shot the Mexican in the head after he was caught stealing coke from my warehouse. Blood splattered everywhere, staining the walls and my designer suit. I tucked my gun back in my pocket and left the ally. "He killed a guy!" I shrieked as I turned to run away from there as fast as possible. Just as I was about to run back inside, a large hand clamped around my neck and I was pressed up against a rock solid chest. My jaw was caressed by - a gun!? "Going somewhere piccola?" a deep voice whispered in my ear. "Let me go, you sick twisted bastard!" I growled. "Feisty and a foul mouth. I like it," he chuckled. "You killed someone! I'm calling the cops!" I shouted. "Princess I own the cops," he said stroking my face. "and now I own you. Say goodbye to your old lif