In the iron empire of Vindhyagarh, King Vikrant rules as the unchallenged Lion-conqueror of kingdoms, father of heirs, master of three queens. Power bows to him. No one has ever made him falter. Until Charumitra. The fourth queen from fallen Avanti arrives like wildfire-young, breathtaking, and utterly unwilling to share. She doesn't care about duty. She doesn't care about heirs. She doesn't care about the crown. She wants him-only him. All of him. Every night, every glance, every breath. With tricks, tears, and seduction as her weapons, she ignites a desire so fierce the mighty king cannot stop himself. He knows her game. He sees every move. And still-he surrenders. Prepare for a royal obsession that will consume them both.

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

He was the prince who could have any woman in the kingdom. But the only one he ever wanted... was the palace handmaid he was forbidden to touch. Rayan's obsession with Hayat started with a glance, burned through stolen nights, and ended in betrayal. Now, years later, she returns to the palace...no longer his secret, but his brother's future bride. Rayan can't forget the feel of her skin, the sound of her breath, or the way she once whispered his name like a sin. He tells himself he hates her, that she betrayed him yet every time she's near, hate tastes too much like hunger. In a palace ruled by power, their desire becomes a weapon.... and one forbidden touch might destroy the throne itself. Author's Note 🖋️ To understand this story and its world better, I'd recommend reading Amara; The Queen of Sultaniyah first... that's where it all began. 🌙 New chapters of this book will be updated every Sunday, so stay tuned and keep your notifications on! 💫 Don't forget to vote, comment, and share your thoughts.... your support means everything! ❤️

In the brutal 15th century, where empires rose and fell on blood-soaked sands, an enmity demanded a merciless price. Agnijeet, the ruthless Rana of Mewar. He was carved from iron, reeking of war, and driven by a thirst of enimy's blood. He takes what he wants and crushes what stands in his way. Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, as blood rained over sword and shield, his lethal trajectory collided with a sudden web of cunning deceit and a captivating pair of green eyes. When the dust of that violent siege settles, he claims a war bride. She is dragged into his world of grand palaces and lethal shadows. With striking green eyes and a mind steeped in subtle deception, she is far more than a helpless captive. She carries dark secrets that could burn Mewar to ash, playing a dangerous game of power, hunger, and forbidden temptations beneath her veils. "Shohar? Kis baat ke shohar? Kis haq ki begum?" Dilshana's voice rang clear and fierce. "Hum is zabardasti ke rishte ko, is shadi ko sire se kharij karte hain! Na yeh magroor sipahsalar humare shohar hain, aur na hum inki begam! Jahan rishte zor-zabardasti aur lahu ki pyas par bandhe jayein, wahan sirf nafrat paida hoti hai. Hum is Iblis ko apna shohar kabhi nahi maanenge!" (Husband? Husband by what right? Wife by what right? I reject this forced relationship, this marriage completely! Neither is this arrogant commander my husband, nor am I his wife! Where relationships are tied by force and bloodlust, only hatred is born. I will never accept this devil as my husband!) Their marriage is a battlefield of powerplays and dark desire. As the lines between cold hatred and searing passion begin to blur in the quiet hours of the night, a far more dangerous question emerges. In a world built on deceit, betrayal, and relentless bloodshed, can two sworn enemies ever find true love, or will they simply destroy each other in the fire of their own vows?

After losing her kingdom, Princess Arundhati finds shelter in Indragarh with Prince Pratig-her calm, duty-bound childhood friend. But when circumstances force them into a marriage neither planned, what begins as responsibility slowly turns into something far deeper. A story of healing, quiet intimacy, and love that arrives long after the vows. #book-3

Princess Nayantara of Indragarh's marriage was fixed with King Rudra Raj Singh well known for his cold nature and cruelty on battle field, But Nayantara was falling for soldier who come in her kingdom injured. She introduce herself as princess maid, Tara to him. But destiny played his game, the soldier believed to be Raj was non other than king Rudra himself. They both fall in love without knowing each other identity. This story of love, lies, duty and sacrifice. The saga of - RudraTara

After a fierce battle, he claimed my kingdom-and my fate. I am bound by duty to my people, but it is a duty that demands the greatest sacrifice. To save my kingdom, I must marry the man who conquered it. One bound by the crown, the other by my heart. When the king of Suryagarh attacked our kingdom, he did not just conquer our lands-he shattered countless lives. Thousands of widows, children left without fathers, and girls who were only beginning to understand the world. The loss was beyond words. And yet, to save them, I had no choice but to throw myself into the flames of my own sacrifice. I sent the king a marriage proposal through my father. My father was always against it and he must have hidden the truth about me from him. I don't know what he said, but I couldn't back down. I couldn't let my people suffer more. They needed me. Sitting before the holy fire, ready to take vows with my husband, not as a wife but as a mistress, I was shedding silent tears beneath my veil-not because of the sacrifice but because of the price I will pay for it. It all began with his words: "I always loved you. It was always you, never someone else." But the reality was different: "So you were always a manwhore?" "Yes, and you are my whore." And it ends with: "You promised to stay with me during this time. I am still waiting for you. Please... do not let me down." This is a story of a time when women were nothing but objects to be used and discarded, tied down to the bed by the chains of society and sweet taste. But the queen made sure none of them were deprived of their rights. Her legacy was one of hope, as she become the first queen to free courtesans from the shackles of slavery, granting them the freedom they deserve. She married the powerful king of Hind to save her kingdom, but in doing so, she never expected he would become the very reason to turn her life upside down. Mature content included!

𓍯𓂃𓏧Book 2 of historical series..ᝰ.ᐟ ❥𝑪𝒉𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝑬𝒏𝒆𝒎𝒊𝒆𝒔❥ "Don't you have any shame?! You are getting married in few hours and here you are with some other woman." "You are not some other woman! You are mine, my woman!" "No, I'm not. I won't be your secret, your mistress. That's why I've decided, I'm leaving Rajgarh. For good." "Don't you dare! Or I will hunt you down from anywhere in the world" ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Abhimanyu Singh Rathore and Kashmira Chauhan were never friends. Childhood rivals, bitter enemies, constantly bickering yet strangely inseparable. But something shattered between them four years ago. No goodbyes, no explanations, just silence. However, fate intervened and united them unexpectedly. Their paths crossed when Kashmira arrived in Rajgarh, his realm. The emotions they had long suppressed began to resurface, complicating their ability to remain apart. ─── ⋆⋅ ✭ ⋅⋆ ── Join me in the journey of Abhimanyu and Kashmira to know if their love can survive or not. Will these enemies ever turn into lovers?

Rewriting the Book It was evening when he was returning from the Panchayat when his eyes fall on a beauty standing in a chaat stall in a cream colour suit not more then 18. It was then he first saw her and her beauty captivated his memory even after five years. From that day she became the only purpose of his life and his only fate which he desired and soon he is going to make her his destiny.From that day she became the only purpose of his life and his only fate which he desired and soon he is going to make her his destiny.From that day she became the only purpose of his life and his only fate which he desired and soon he is going to make her his destiny. 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ "do you love him?" Who can love a rapist" she replied without thinking twice. 𓂃˖˳·˖ ִֶָ ⋆🌷͙⋆ ִֶָ˖·˳˖𓂃 ִֶָ Everyone thought Vidyut Thakur married Maanvi for his three months old daughter unaware of the truth that Vidyut has always his eyes laid on Maanvi. He is obsessed with her. The book contains mature scenes read at your own scene. The photos used in book belong to their respective owners .

Mature content ! 2nd book in VILLAIN SERIES 🔥 All series are standalone and don't relate to each other. "From today onwards, am your Rana Sa rajkumari" he smirked "Your family didn't even try to save you. Hahaa...they agreed so easily to give you as a prize in this war " he mocked her "Y..you can never become my arya(husband)"she whispered unbelievably" my family agreed because you threatened them" she glared him with tearful eyes "am going to marry prince of jamrath only. Prince Rituraj. " "You are right..you are definitely going to marry today "he smirked while pulling pulled her towards him harshly "But to the prince of Mahawargarh. " he roared like a lion " am not like your family. I will definitely protect you from all the evil things raajkumari " he smirked evilly while forcefully taking her towards the holy fire " Shivanya - An ACE IN SEDUCTION but princess for name sake. A broken soul who just want only one thing in her life - to become pride of her kingdom and for that she has secretly studied everything. She thought she found her man after meeting prince rituraj. But her dreams shattered when one day before her marriage, whole kingdom gets attacked by army of most ruthless enemy - Advay Rajput Raana Advay Singh Rajput : Also knows as War machine of Mahawargarh and enemy of 20 states. His morning starts with bath of blood followed by Cries of thousands of people begging to him for mercy. But no voice ever reached to his ear. Wherever he goes, he make enemies everywhere. He doesn't know how to write , read or to love someone. A king without any great talent. This is what people used to think about him. But what is his actual reality ? Read it to find out.