❝Remember children, never open that door and go inside.❞ ❝But why grandma?❞ Asked little Aera, who was sitting on the floor with her legs crossed, carefully listening to the story. ❝Because whoever goes in, never comes out.❞ Who would have guessed that behind that mysterious hidden door lay a totally different realm; a magical realm. A fight against the evil, a fight whose result would determine the fate of the world. Darkness loomed everywhere but even in these deep hopeless times a light shone, a light which gave people hope to look forward for good days. And all this began on a fine night, the night when Aera decided to open the door and walk inside. °Just a little bit of courage, just a little bit of faith. Oh my dear darling, open that door as it awaits° [Cover credits goes to: @CunningKim]

𝐙𝐚𝐡𝐢𝐫 × 𝐃𝐡𝐫𝐮𝐯𝐢 | 𝟑𝟏 × 𝟐3 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬: #𝟏 𝐁𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐁𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐚𝐥 She saw him more than once. And every time, her heart betrayed her; racing, stumbling, fluttering like a caged butterfly chasing a memory. Her breath shortened, her chest tightened, and still, she said nothing. Because it wasn't her place. Because she was never meant to be seen. Until she was. Until the day she stood before him, not as a stranger in the crowd, but as his bride. The wrong bride. He had seen her before. Once in passing, her eyes barely a flicker in his peripheral vision, dismissed for a prettier pair. The second time, he saw her through a vow sealed in blood and duty. And rage erupted. Exacting. Demanding. She wasn't supposed to wear that dress. She wasn't supposed to carry his name. But now that she does... There's no turning back.

𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄 ❛ TO HIM SHE WAS A PAWN TO HER, HE WAS EVERYTHING ❜ ━ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘷𝘢 𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘢𝘯𝘪𝘻𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳, 𝘥𝘪𝘴𝘤𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮.❜ 18+| contains mature and triggering content. ©𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑_𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐅𝐒

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?

And that day, again, a 15-year-old screamed, which was expectantly unheard; her screams were muffled, suppressed, but she screamed, she screamed, she screamed in search of a Krishna in this kalyug. But did he come? He did not. Because he was busy bawling his eyes in his guilt, guilt of creating a vicious creature; Men. Are these even considered men? My head jerked to the left as I stared at my mother, tied with chains, torn clothes, and blood trickling down her forehead. Her satisfactory smirk flattered me as soon as her eyes met mine. Is this what we call Maa? "Agar dar ki aakho me dekhoge, dar tumse darega." These were the last lines of my father. Jaate jaate bhi bhut kuch sikha gaye. Even if this is how I die, I don't deserve an unworthy death like this. I refuse to die because the day I close my eyes, I will be doing it willingly. My hand stumbled upon Aruval; either this would be the end of me or him. Taking it in my hand, I hit it on his neck with all the energy I could summon up. His head jerked up in half as it landed just beside my mom's feet. His blood splashed over me giving me a sense of relief, tears shone in my eyes. Har asur ke vinash ke liye ek Krishna janam leta hai par is baar kali janamegi. Vinash toh tay hai ya uska ya Mera. "Toh likho laal kalam se, Gita ka unisva adhyay, Kaleen Singh Chauhan ki maut mere hatho hi hogi." And this was the rise of satan in the world of Rajtantra. Yeh tha ek ant: ka prarambh. A war between Bhay and Karma.

𝐀 𝐏𝐒𝐘𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐑 ❛ HE TORE HER APART, UNTIL SHE WAS HIS TO CLAIM ❜ ━ 𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘣𝘴𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘸, 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘴𝘶𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘦𝘧𝘵 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮. ❜ 18+| contains mature and triggering content. ©𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐑_𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐅𝐅𝐒