𝐀𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐀𝐦𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐚𝐫𝐲. 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐐𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐯𝐢𝐯𝐞? ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ They say the Sheesh Mahal in Amer is cursed. That every queen who enters its royal palace is doomed to vanish before she completes her first year of marriage. No bodies are ever found. Only silence remains. When Princess Mrinalini Rathore is forced into a political alliance with Veerendra Singh Devra the exiled prince of Amer who once vowed to destroy her kingdom she steps into a court that already expects her death. Veerendra does not promise her safety. He does not promise love either. He promises her death by the curse without getting blood on his hands. A perfect way to take revenge. But something about Mrinalini refuses to follow the pattern and something about Veerendra refuses to let her die like the others. As the palace begins to close in filled with old bloodlines, buried betrayals, and a curse that feels far too precise to be myth... Mrinalini is forced to confront a terrifying question: If every queen before her died... then what makes her think she will survive? Or worse.... what if surviving was never the plan at all? ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Tropes: • Historical Romance • Revenge Marriage • Enemies to Lovers • Forced Proximity • Cursed Queen • Haunted Palace • Mystery + Suspense • He fell first and harder • Defiant female lead • Vengeance • Slow Burn ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ © 2025 authorwisteria, All rights reserved.

Singhania Series- Book 1 [Under Editing] Three Heirs Married Three Girls (like Forcibly) . . . "Vansh''try to gain His attention but failed. "Vansh I heard something about you" Now vansh look at her. "What" "That.....you hate girls so much"She is like shuttering,bcoz she know what is going to happen with her. With out saying anything Vansh Attacks her lips and starts to suck it hungryly. She was full in shock that she forget to do any action.when Vansh bite her lower lip,she gain her attention and try push him but can't bcoz he still now pins her hands above her head. . . . "Then if you Agree that you are my wife and I am your husband then give me my rights......opsss actually I doesn't want your permission.........I have full rights on you"while pin her on the wall. "Veer am not your slave or a toy " "One mistake darling.....you are my slave....my s*x toy"while smirking. Arzh High her hand to slap him but Veer hold her hand and pin both hand to her back. "Ahhhh Veer it's Hurting please leave my hands" "Wrong move darling" Then Throw her on bed and hover over her. He started to bite and suck her neck Her boths hands were pinned by his hand ,that's why she can't stop or push him away. . . . "Sweetheart," he whispered in a nasty voice, "I am thirsty." My stomach churned. I crunch nose in disgust, but he snarled- "Don't do that nose thing again. It boils my blood." Before she could react, his mouth latched onto her neck, sucking hard. "Ahhh-Vyom!" she cried, her voice breaking into a moan of pain. She pushed at him, her fragile hands useless against his strength. "This is not right... please let me go... please, I beg you!" "Just shut up."

...𝘔𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘚𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦... (⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠).⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ She left with shattered dreams. She returned with a heart sealed in silence. Shrushti RaiSinghani was fire-chaotic, vibrant, full of life. But the girl who lit up every room vanished five years ago, leaving behind a trail of silence and a past she never speaks of. Now, she's back in India. Stronger. Colder. Guarded. No longer the girl who once believed in fairy tales, especially not the one where love saves you. But Devansh Singh Ranawat has written only one story in his life. And she was always the ending. Feared by many, worshipped by some, Devansh is a billionaire tech mogul and the ruthless heir of a criminal empire. But beneath the iron mask, there's only one truth: He loved her. Still loves her. And this time, he won't let her go. Fate throws them back into each other's orbit. But this isn't a reunion-it's a collision. Of unsaid words. Of memories buried in pain. Of love twisted into obsession. Because what Devansh feels for her isn't just love anymore. It's needed. It's ache. It's madness. As secrets unravel, and past demons resurface, they must face the truth- Some scars never fade. Some silences speak louder than love. And some obsessions... can burn everything to the ground. (⁠๑⁠˙⁠❥⁠˙⁠๑⁠).⁠｡⁠*⁠♡ A dark, slow-burning, second-chance romance about broken hearts, buried trauma, and the kind of love that doesn't ask permission. ════ ⋆★⋆ ════ 🔞⚠️ Warning This story contains mature content intended for readers 18+ only. It explores themes such as mafia things, violence, emotional intensity, and panic attacks. Reader discretion is advised - please continue at your own risk.