"𝒕𝒖𝒋𝒉𝒆 𝒚𝒂𝒂𝒅 𝒌𝒂𝒓 𝒍𝒊𝒚𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝑨𝒂𝒚𝒂𝒕 𝒌𝒊 𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒉" "YOU CANNOT KNEEL BEFORE ANYONE, YASHWANT SINGH RAWAT!" Mayukta Singh Rawat's voice echoed through the hall, sharp enough to cut through the stunned silence that had settled over the crowd. Her furious gaze was fixed on the man before her. Yashwant. The prince remained on one knee, utterly unmoved by his grandmother's outburst. Not once did he turn his head toward her. His eyes never left the woman standing in front of him. The entire gathering stared in disbelief. A king was never meant to kneel before anyone.Yet here he was,on his knees,for her. "Bataiye, Noor..." His voice was calm, unwavering, carrying only sincerity. "Kya aap humse shaadi karengi? Kya humein yeh mauka dengi ki hum aapke ardhang ban sakein?" A collective gasp rippled through the room. Noor Tripathi stood frozen, her fingers clutching the fabric of her lehenga so tightly that her knuckles had turned pale. Her heartbeat thundered in her ears as she looked at the prince kneeling before her. "Yashwant, yeh kaisi pagalpan ki baatein kar rahe hain aap?" one of his relatives exclaimed in shock. "she is a commoner,you can not marry her ." But Yashwant didn't spare them a single glance. The world around him ceased to exist.There was only Noor,slowly, he extended his hand toward her "Noor..." His voice softened. "Sirf tab, jab aapki marzi ho. Agar aap mana karna chahein... toh bina kisi jhijhak ke kar sakti hain. Main aapke faisle ki izzat karunga." Noor swallowed hard, hearing him when almost instinctively, her eyes searched for her father. He stood a few steps away, watching silently.For a brief moment, father and daughter looked at each other. Then, with the faintest smile, he gave her a gentle nod.Tears threatened to gather in Noor's eyes. She looked back at Yashwant, whose hand still waited patiently for hers,Her lips parted,Barely above a whisper,

"Y-your H-highness? I-i'm sorry b-but t-there m-must b-be a-a m-mistake..." A loud growl sounded through the whole ballroom causing me to start shaking and a whimper to escape my lips. This caused the King to stop growling. He pulled me to his chest and yelled out to the whole ballroom. "MINE!" Audrey is an Omega in the Rapid River Pack. Lucas is the Alpha King, Ruling over all and his own pack, The Moonlight Eclipse Pack. Audrey is beaten daily loosing all hope of every meeting her mate. Lucas just wants his mate but feels like she doesn't exist. What happens when the two meet at the Annual Lunar Eclipse Ball? Credits to @M_Rainberry for the amazingly wonderful cover!!!

𝑷𝒔𝒚𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍 𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 𝑻𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒚 𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐒 ✦ 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐌𝐈𝐓𝐀 𝐌𝐄𝐇𝐑𝐀 __ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐑𝐎𝐓𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 ♛ 𝐑𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐇 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐇𝐎𝐓𝐑𝐀__𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐀𝐅𝐈𝐀 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐄𝐒 ♚ 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝; 𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞. Some friendships are too chaotic to last... and too powerful to forget. Ashmita and Reyansh were once academic rivals, each fighting for the top spot, unaware that fate was already tying their futures together. No one knows Ashmita's truth: she is known enough to be feared, yet unknown enough to never be found. Reyansh, born into a powerful mafia family he never wanted to belong to, has spent his life trying to escape the shadows of his bloodline. Years later, life brings them back under one roof ✦ bound by a marriage neither chose, and a destiny shaped by secrets, power, and a rivalry far bigger than their childhood wars.

He was born in the world of power. She was raised in the ruins of silence. One carried a surname that could shake governments. The other carried wounds no one ever noticed behind her calm eyes. Surya Singh Rajvansh - the man the nation feared, worshipped, and misunderstood. A political heir with fire in his veins and storms buried beneath his silence. To the world, he was ruthless. Untouchable. A man who could destroy lives with a single decision. But somewhere behind the cold speeches and dangerous power, lived a boy still searching for warmth he never received. And then came Saryu Tripathi. A girl stitched together by pain, dignity, and quiet resilience. She never dreamed of power, yet fate dragged her into the darkest corners of politics, betrayal, and bloodstained truths. Their story was never meant to be a love story. It was a war disguised as destiny. Between political conspiracies, broken trust, hidden scars, and a love neither of them knew how to handle two damaged souls begin changing each other in ways they never expected. He learns that love is not possession. She learns that survival is not living. But in a world where loyalty is sold, enemies wear familiar faces, and every relationship hides a secret... can love survive the price of power? Or will their story become just another tragedy written in blood and politics? Ishq-e-Siyasat , a tale where hearts bleed louder than wars, and love becomes the most dangerous rebellion of all. Troops:- Political Heir ( CM ) × Law Student Power × Silence Grumpy × Soft Spoken Morally Grey Hero x Strong Yet Emotionally Fragile Heroine Red Flag Hero FOR WORLD with Soft Corner for Her "Only She Can Calm Him" Trope

"𝑻𝒖𝒋𝒉 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒓𝒂𝒂𝒃 𝒅𝒊𝒌𝒉𝒕𝒂 𝒉𝒂𝒊 𝒚𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂 𝒎𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒌𝒚𝒂 𝒌𝒂𝒓" __________________________________________________________________ "ek army officers se pyaar karne mein daar nahi lagta"he said, looking at her,with a smile waiting for her to answer him "payr main daar ki koi jagah nahi hoti,woh haar daar se ubhar deti hai" she said, looking into his honey eyes. ★★★★ "Toh, you like me?" he asked, bending down to her level, a playful smile tugging at his lips. Her eyes, heavy with sleep and the haze of too many drinks, tried to focus on his face. Everything around her was a blur - except him. "Hai!!! Like kya hota hai, I pyaar you, vaibhav" she mumbled, her voice soft and slurred. ★★★ Anirudh was an army officer through and through. Serving the nation wasn't just his duty - it was his only purpose. He lived by rules, followed time like a shadow, and believed in action more than words. Discipline was in his blood, Smart, calculated, and always two steps ahead ,Feelings? They had no place in his world. His heart beat for the uniform, and nothing else. Titli Khurana-true to her name-was like a butterfly, wild and free. A soul not meant to be caged, yet when she chose someone, her love would be deep, loyal, and endless. Since childhood, she had only one dream: to marry a man in uniform. And fate, in its quiet magic, made it even sweeter-the boy she had secretly loved for years had grown up to wear that very uniform. Vaibhav Khurana had always believed that love was an art-and he was never good at art. So, he stayed away from it,. But then came RIRIKA-the girl with almond-shaped eyes and a laugh that could light up silence. She didn't just walk into his life; she quietly slipped into the cracks he thought were sealed Still, he reminded himself not to feel. She wasn't just his sister's best friend-she was the younger sister of his best friend too. And tha