She opened a book. She wore a ring. And history forgot its silence. Aradhya Mishra wasn't searching for adventure. A literature student lost in dusty libraries and forgotten poetry, she just wanted peace. Instead, she found a story erased from time-a kingdom buried in silence, a ring that should've stayed untouched, and a name that history condemned without a second glance. Samraat Vivaan Aryaveer Pratap Sen. A king forgotten by the world. No portrait. No legacy. Only a single book remembers him- and even that calls him a monster. but what if everything known about him is nothing but a lie. Dragged into a century she doesn't belong to, Aradhya must navigate royal lies, bloodstained legacies, and a haunting pull toward a man she was never meant to meet. Because fate has chosen her. And history... is about to be rewritten. ✨NOTE✨ This story will also be uploaded on Inkitt, username: Luna_Laced_Lies Written by Luna Laced Lies #OfAshesAndOaths #Lunalacedlies

One moment, the air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the roar of a collapsing empire. Princess Aradhyanshi had stood her ground, twin daggers flashing, until the cold bite of steel pierced her back-a traitor's gift. She had welcomed the darkness, expecting the silence of the ancestors. Instead, she woke up gasping for air, her lungs burning not with smoke, but with the frigid water of the modern world. The transition was a blur of neon lights and sterile hospital walls. She was no longer a commander of legions- she was Aaradhya Rathore, a girl whose life had been as quiet as a whisper until she "drowned." Aradhyanshi adapted with a warrior's precision. She learned to navigate the "glass bricks" they called phones and the strange, fast-moving carriages of the city. Some memories of her past life began to fray at the edges-but her instincts remained razor-sharp. She convinced herself this was a gift. A second chance to live without a blade at her throat. That delusion shattered on her first day at the elite Oberoi University. Vikramaditya...or ..Vikrant Oberoi? Her breath hitched, her pulse hammering a war drum against her ribs. She had traveled through time and death to escape her fate, only to find her greatest enemy waiting for her in the one place she thought she was safe. He didn't look away. His gaze locked onto hers, dark and unreadable, as if he had been counting the days until she arrived.

The clang of steel, the roar of warriors, the taste of blood and dust-Viraaj Singh Chauhan was in the heart of war when the world tore itself apart. One strike, one heartbeat, and then-silence. When his eyes opened again, there was no battlefield. Thunder roared from machines racing over black roads. Glass towers pierced the night, the air stinking of smoke and metal. A king, stripped of the crown and kingdom, stood lost among strangers. Five years later, the world knew another name. Veeranshu Rajput. Not the warrior king, but the billionaire who bent empires to his will. Veeranshu had carved his throne from steel and glass, becoming one of the most powerful men on earth. - Mahira Sengupta had lived with visions all her life-palaces burning, skies collapsing, and a king with eyes like storms. She wrote them into novels the world adored, never confessing the truth: she had never seen his face. Only his eyes. Only his voice. "You brought me back, Mahira. Now nothing will keep me from you." She never knew her dreams had already stepped into this century. And somewhere, behind the mask of the most powerful man alive, the lost king was waiting.