Imagine this : You wake up in the morning, in an unknown hotel room with a guy, naked on the bed. What will you do? Scream? Obviously. Not to Swara Bose. She tried to keep it as quiet as possible as she plotted her escape. But what will she do when she figure out that she didn't just hookup with a random guy, but 'the guy' itself. Will she be able to keep his mouth shut? Will she be able maintain her reputation? And most importantly, will she be able to forgive herself? _______________________________ {Cover Credit :- @GS_Stella}

"You forced me into this. You only want me for your pleasure. Come take it all from me. Rob me of the last thing you can take from me because after this, there will be nothing more that you can steal from me" Rukhsat said with fire burning in her piercing anguished eyes. "I have something more that I want to steal from you first. I want to own your soul and heart, your body comes after it" Arjun said with determination. ••○○•• This is Rukhsat's story. I hope to write in a way that it can be read as a stand alone but i would recommend for you to read 'The Game of Destiny' alongside, to make things easier.

FEATURED ON WATTPAD HISTORICAL ROMANCE Lavanya, the daughter of Siravuri Bhargav, the General of Maheswari, was a cheerful girl by morning but a messiah of the poor and homeless people at night. She was the most wanted person of Maheshwari and was chased by royals, especially Prince Virendra like crazy. Things take a drastic turn when the King of Maheswari asked Lavanya's hand in marriage with his son Prince Virendra who was known as God of War because of being cold and ruthless in battle fields. ♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡ "Your eyes...they are so familiar." Prince Virendra uttered subconsciously while his eyes stared deeply into a pair of beautiful, big round eyes. "My wife Lavanya has the same eyes as yours." "My eyes are unique, prince. Don't you dare to compare my eyes with any other woman!" Sanvika Devi withdrew her dagger that was resting against the epidermis of Prince Virendra's neck while animosity was evident in her voice. She glanced at Virendra before walking away. "You will never know that your wife Lavanya is Sanvika Devi." She mumbled in a low voice such that the prince couldn't hear her. ♡⑅*˖•. ·͙*̩̩͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩̥͙·̩̩̥͙*̩̩̥͙˚̩̥̩̥*̩̩͙‧͙ .•˖*⑅♡ ©️ KavyaAgnihotri, 2020 (No proofread, unedited version) Started: 20th May 2020 Finished: #9 in historical fiction #1 in Prince #14 in warrior #6 in wattpadindia #2 in royalty

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what happens when our swara will marry sanskaar and get to know that he is disabled in one way ........ will she love him...... or hate him......

" Miss Singhania do I have the honour to make you Mrs Arora " Listening his typical speech she scanned the area for some weapon. As soon as she found a knife she ran away not before threading him. _______________________ Years went on.... Miles passes away, though her waiting never finished. She still believes her prince charming would come and ask her hand while benting in knees. But what about him who Hates to bent , Who doesn't know how to ask and forgot smiling.

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This story revolves around the emotions, controversies and struggle which a girl faced from her childhood to adulthood... The time when she was all alone and someone presented her a hand to hold and to be her companion in her difficult times... But what will happen when they were meant to be one but didn't became one ?

[ONGOING] 🏆 2nd PLACE - Swasan Fandom Awards 🏆 2nd PLACE - The Gloss Awards (SS) 🏆 1st PLACE - Swasan Family Awards 🏆 2nd PLACE - New Author Awards (Mystery/Thriller) 🏆1st PLACE - The Indian Fanfiction Awards ---✨--- She smiles and lies on the bed closing her eyes and he gently covers her with a comforter. Moving a few steps back he turns around when she grabs his wrist. "Where are you going?", her voice chokes in the end and he bends down slightly freeing his wrist from her hold. "I'm not going anywhere. Please sleep. You need it", he said and she nods her head holding his hand again. Hesitantly, he lies down on the other side of the bed covering himself with the same comforter. Soon, her eyelids droop due to the after effect of medicines and she slips into deep slumber. After a few minutes, he raises his head and finds her fast asleep. Freeing his hand from her hold he slips out of the comforter taking his place on the couch kept in front of the bed. ---✨--- Swara Maheshwari had an 'almost' perfect life. A perfect life partner with perfect in-laws who loved and treated her like their daughter. But why 'almost'? Because she always wished to have a love story but even before she could think of anything she was married to the son of a business ally of her father. But things take a weird turn when her husband died in front of her eyes and ever since that day her health started deteriorating. Vidhaan was an orphan brought and raised by Father Francis in his orphanage 'Grace'. Growing into a handsome and humble young man he started teaching Mathematics in the adjoining school run by Father Francis for the children of the orphanage. He never wished for anything else. But apparently, the destiny had something else in store for him as one day the biggest businessman of Kolkata showed up at his doorsteps begging for his help. Why? Because Vidhaan looked exactly like his deceased son. ---✨---