The story is set up in 13th century in India. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲'𝘀 𝗘𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲~ 𝗔𝘃𝘆𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵𝗽𝘂𝗿 The Rathores were one of the most important and prominent Rajput clan ruled over Marwar in Rajastan. They were known for their power and bravery in India and respected by everyone. 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝘂𝗵𝗮𝗻'𝘀 𝗘𝗺𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲~ 𝗣𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗴𝗮𝗿𝗵 The Chauhans were another prominent Rajput clan ruled in Ajmer and Delhi. They were known for high skilled perspectives , power and determination. They had ruled over Ajmer and Delhi. They had always persevered their culture and traditions. But what will happen when the Royal Prince of Avyanshpur and Pratigrah are tied in the beautiful and pure knot of marriage? Note- This is a fictional story created by me and it has nothing to do with reality. The Empire's name, characters and everything in the story is fictional. 𝘿𝙞𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙮 𝙩𝙤 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙖𝙗𝙤𝙪𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢...~🦋

Ayan's mind snapped awake as the phone rang again. And again. And again. He grab it with a deadly glare and answering "Hello." "Hi baby... what you doing? Were you sleeping?" His eyes shot wide open. The massive wall clock blinked back 3:00 AM. He wanted to kill this person. "Oh no, I wasn't sleeping," he muttered darkly. "I was practicing how to lay in a coffin so I can look handsome at my own funeral." The other end responded with a rich, delighted laugh. . "God, I can even make a mafia this angry. Damn..." "Trust me," Ayan hissed, voice thick with hatred, "if I ever catch you I will peel your skin off slowly and feed it to my guard dogs." The voice on the other end dropped to a sultry, dangerous whisper. "Oh baby... always making me horny. And if I catch you first, I'll peel off every piece of your clothing and worship every inch of your body. Slowly. Tasting. Biting." Ayan let out a growl of rage and hurled his phone straight into the wall. Ayan's eyes burned red with rage. "I swear to God," he snarled, voice low and deadly, "when I find you... you'll be begging for my mercy." His lips twisted into a cruel smile. "You've been messing with the wrong person KITTEN." -.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-.-. On the other hand the stalker's fingers curled possessively around Ayan's photo. Lips pressed against the glossy surface soft. "I want you to find me... my spicy lion," the voice whispered, dripping with dark desire and madness.

𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙚𝙨𝙩 𝙬𝙖𝙧 𝙬𝙤𝙣'𝙩 𝙗𝙚 𝙛𝙤𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙤𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙗𝙖𝙩𝙩𝙡𝙚𝙛𝙞𝙚𝙡𝙙, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙤𝙬𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙩. Mahendra thought his destiny was written in stone. To marry the Princess and get a clear path to the throne. But, he was rejected. Directionless and angry with himself, when he set off to hunt in the forests, a misunderstanding bound him in an accidental marriage... to a man? A vow he never intended to make, a weakened throne, and a foreign shadow infiltrating the borders. Is there any room left for love? [Tropes] Political Intrigue | Accidental Marriage | MM Romance

"I'll make you scream my name so loud that you'll never forget even in your dreams" Street lights are flickering. Two men with an intense kiss are going into a room without parting their lips. In those two guys, one is a tall and sharp featured man who looks absolutely dashing and dominant and then there is this other guy with brown hair no less than the other. The room is filled with red lights encouraging the two to go on with their flow. "You are going to be screwed, little guy. " said the tall guy . "By the way what is your name again, let me make sure that I'm screaming the right name tonight" said the brown hair guy and winked at the tall guy. "Arit! I'm Arit, I'll bloody make you scream the name so loud that you'll never forget even in your dreams" said the tall guy with a very deep voice which can bring chills all over the body. "Don't you want to know my name? " asked the brown hair guy. "I don't want to know your name, as if I even brown hair guy. Without wasting any time Arit approaches him and starts kissing again, the room temperature starts raising and the kiss is going wild. Arit starts kissing him from the lips and goes down little by little. He is kissing like an animal who has been longing for 1000 years. Making his way down he hears a whisper of his name. "Don't whisper, say it loud. I like noise" Said Arit. Going down to his paradise Arit approaches a condom and puts it on. Without wasting any time he trusts his lil' brother inside. With the mixture of pleasure and pain filled voice brown hair guy starts screaming Arit's name.

The story is set in the days when Kings and Queens were the rulers of the nation, their old beliefs and cruel rules. The story is about the love story of two beautiful souls Roop and Var. The ultimate power of love in those early era. About story Boyxboy Love Prince Love/ King Love Purity Mature Scene Good Storyline Feel Good Learning Erotic This story can give you a whole life peace and happiness, you won't regret to read it. Just give it a chance! Your life will change after Reading this lovely Book ❤

[work in progress] The country belongs to the Brars. Everybody fears their power. For fifty years, one family has ruled India with blood on its hands and a nation beneath its heel. Away from it all, Kyan has spent his whole life surviving by staying invisible until one reckless afternoon places him directly against the dictator's son The face of a regime. And the start of a madness he would never outrun.

A story of Love, obsession, pleasure, lust and Fire. Rudra Rajput and Anurag Sharma.. What happens when the desires he had for his best friend comes out? when he can't control himself after a damn 7 years of Separation... When he is Cruel to the world but soft as cream to HIS WORLD...

Rudra Rathore lives by rules-his own. At the peak of a rising political career, he is known for his cold discipline, controlled silence, and choices that leave no room for emotion. Mihir Vatsa lives differently. A fashion designer who creates something beautiful, works in his brother's company. He believes some things are felt before they are understood. When two lives shaped by power and softness begin to intersect, the line between control and vulnerability starts to blur. What begins as restraint turns into tension, and tension into something neither of them planned. In a world where every decision carries a cost, both men are forced to confront a truth they never intended to face- Some connections do not ask for permission. They only ask for a choice.

Atharv Parihaar is a ruthless, perfection-obsessed mafia king who trusts no one but himself. After a deadly betrayal, he is drugged and left to die in a forest. That night, an unknown man saves his life. Atharv survives but the memory of that night is broken, fragmented, and haunting. Years later, Atharv is raising two mysterious children in secret, carrying unanswered questions about his past. Just as his life returns to ruthless order, a new assistant joins him timid, fragile, and completely unsuitable for Atharv's world. The problem? Atharv can't shake the feeling of being watched. Of being claimed. Of being remembered by someone he doesn't remember at all. A dark romantic rom-com where obsession hides behind weakness, danger hides behind innocence, and one forgotten night refuses to stay buried. -- indian bl

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