A warrior, a woman, a princess . The damsel saved her kingdom from distress, The distress in the form of a tribe, brutal and ruthless,The years of peace shattered into fragments, each crack bleeding the lifeblood of the innocent soldiers, They were the Sakyas. She was the raging inferno hailing from the kingdom of Rangavarta . A fierce fire ignited her unparalleled beauty and unmatched intelligence. It was she, Aadarshini Khatransh, who embodied both. A man, a leader, a chieftain, Neel Khuswaha Bhumji bore the weight of his entire tribe on his broad shoulders-his followers, his subjects, his mothers, daughters, sisters, and brothers. The realm he led was fraught with unrest against Rangavarta: tax evasion, conflict between royals and untouchables, and a simmering tension among those who were tanned and lower than the Shudras-brutal and bloodthirsty, yet shaped by nature's harsh hand. They were bound to the brown mud and green grass of their land. When trade taxes were raised, especially for them, it ignited a fury that transformed into a blazing fire, ghee poured in, blades honed to a razor's edge, and axes ready to be stained with blood. Neel was a leashed fire, a palpable force of nature, his name spoken in whispers by mothers warning their children to behave. A monster and a villain, love was a concept that had no place in his world. When fire meets fire, does it burn the forest, or entwine together to form a blue ember? Read to find out Aadarshini~ The Forlorn Aim-Towards Love #Contains mature scenes, foul language, blood, gore, and graphics, avoid if uncomfortable/

He went for a peace treaty unbeknownst to him that his fate is going to change.Little did he know that he will be tying his other half to someone else... She was bullied,tortured,ignored by everyone just because she was the concubines daughter.Engaged to be the 32nd wife of the Tehran prince..Life took a turn when the Rajput prince came for the peace treaty..The one she hated .... Can he be the one to be loved by her when the only thing that exists between them was mistrust and hate. Her soul was hanging by the tip of the dagger held by him. will he pull her up or let her go.. NOORADITYA.. Follow me on Instagram for updates and trailers: watt.sorayairha

The great war in between the two of the greatest kingdoms occurred. The Cholas and the Rajputs. She was the captive and he was the captivator. She was the princess who was committed to someone else, tied by the strong thread of marriage. She was cheated by the brother she thought of as her world and was disowned by the same husband whom she loved and trusted blindly. When the whole world went against her, only he stood by, despite not knowing who she was. ___________________________ " War destroys the landscape in which it is fought; it erodes the natural solidarity between human beings, turning people who might be friends into mortal enemies; and it robs the soldiers who fight of their capacity to speak truth to power-to resist the wars in which they give their lives. What's more, the trauma of war lingers even after the battle is over. People like you who fought this war in the name of justice robbing my brother of his life, decapitating his head from his body, trusting such a dehumanised and monstrous person, and talking to him, NEVER! You are just a violent animal who uses his sword instead of his claws to kill, if the difference is laid out. Please, just get lost from my sight, I don't even want to see your face.." She said, This was the first time she had lost her cool, and it greatly satisfied me, that even if she shouted and called me names, at least she threw out the building tension and indignation at me. I just smiled at her. ___________________________ Adiraj dev Rajput, the one addressed as the Kunwarsa. The Charakraj [THE KING OF THE SPIES] and the Vitt mantri [FINANCE MINISTER] of Jodhpur, who has hidden a lot in him. Can he get her to trust him? When he was the one who destroyed her life, can he also be the one to tape together the shattered pieces? READ SAUNDARYA ~ THE EPITOME OF SACRIFICE Follow me on instagram: watt.sorayairha

He doesn't believe in God. She doesn't believe in love. But fate didn't ask for their permission. Ruthless. Feared. Obsessively in control-Rudra Singh Rathora never planned to marry. But when duty calls, he makes the ultimate sacrifice: a marriage of convenience to the innocent sister of his most loyal man. Dhanvi was never supposed to end up in a royal palace-let alone as the bride of a man who stares at her like she's prey and speaks like he's carved from stone. Cold. Distant. Dangerous. But something dark is stirring beneath the marble floors and ancestral curses. A forgotten palace. A whispered prophecy. And a voice that calls her from the shadows: "My Rani sa... my darkest desires await your return." As Dhanvi is pulled deeper into a world of rituals, secrets, and power-Rudra finds himself spiraling. Because the one thing he swore he'd never need is the only thing he can't let go of. In a kingdom where love is a weakness and loyalty is a weapon... Can a girl with trembling hands tame a man with fire in his veins? #DarkRoyalRomance #ArrangedMarriage #IndianRomance #PossessiveHero #WattpadReads #RudraAndDhanvi #CursedPalace #EnemiesToObsession #ForbiddenDesire #WattpadIndia

Jaanhvi is caught between the intricacies of the Mahabharata-where every decision is fraught with consequence. As tensions rise within the kingdom of Hastinapura, Jaanhvi must navigate the shifting alliances, political intrigue, and deep-seated family secrets that threaten to tear everything apart. With the revelation of hidden truths and the arrival of new challenges, Jaanhvi's loyalty will be tested. Can she find her place in a world where fate is already written, or will she carve her own path in the face of war and destiny? The fight for what is right

"Untie your lehenga," he said. "Huh?" I blinked, pretending I hadn't heard. Or maybe hoping I hadn't. "I said..." His gaze slid over me, heavier than touch, "untie the string of your lehenga." "And?" I asked, trying to match his tone. I hated how breathless I sounded. "And..." He whispered, "Insert your fingers down there. Then lick it slowly. Show me if your little jungle medicine works. Maybe I'll join you later." My hands froze. What? My eyes snapped to his. He was watching me-like a hawk that had already stripped away every feather I'd used to hide. He knows. He knows. 𝗛𝗲 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄𝘀. ❖ She was never meant to be his bride. 𝗦𝗵𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘆𝗮 𝗥𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗲 was the jewel of Rajgarh - a woman born of fire, trained in every royal art, even the forgotten ones whispered in hushed tones by dancing courtesans. He was meant to destroy her. 𝗥𝘂𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵, the ruthless crown prince of Devgarh, didn't want love. He wanted vengeance. She was the sister of the man who broke his own sister's heart. And so he took her. As a bride. As a weapon. As a wound. But what he didn't see coming... was the ache she awakened in him. The way her silence burned deeper than screams. The way her defiance tasted of poison and honey. Now the war is no longer on the battlefield. What happens when the enemy begins to crave her? This isn't a love story. It's a slow-burning fire. And a marriage soaked in secrets, storms, and stolen breaths. "She will break... the day I stop touching her with hate." And when he finally touches her with something else- Will she still be his enemy?

"Humpe vishvaas karti hai aap?" He asked, his voice deep, touched with something possessive, something intimate. (Do you trust me?) His fingers found the lace at her back, toying with it slowly. His eyes never left hers-watchful, patient. It wasn't just about trust. It was a question laced with heat, with meaning. There was a pause. Not of doubt, but of weight. Then her lips curved in a quiet smile, soft as a petal opening to dawn. "Khudse bhi adhik." (More than myself.) That was all he needed. He lifted her without a word-her giggle light, her bangles chiming. Her ghagra fluttered as he carried her inside. The bed waited, simple and quiet. He laid her down like a prayer, eyes never leaving hers. Their lips met-slow, aching. Her fingers undressed him. Clothes fell. Skin met skin. Under the sheet, he moved with her-gentle, deep, worshipful. She gasped, clung to him, whispered his name. One rhythm. One afternoon. One unspoken truth.

"Ek lootere se vivaah?" she scoffed, fire in her eyes. "Kabhi nahi! Hum aapki patni nahi... aapki mrityu ka kaaran banenge. Aur yeh humara pran hai." - she spat, her rage hotter than the steel sheathed at her waist. He just smiled. Dark. Dangerous. Unfazed. "Aaj humara vivah hai... aur dulhan toh aap zaroor banegi. Chahe prem se ya.... zabardasti se." - his breath a sinful whisper, grazing her lips like a promise carved in fire. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita - the Princess of Sangamgarh, raised to rule, not to surrender. Veerath - the infamous Bandit King, feared across kingdoms, untamed and unstoppable. They weren't meant to cross paths. But fate doesn't ask for permission. She vowed to destroy him. He vowed to own her. Love was never the plan. But desire? It's the most dangerous rebellion of all. ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ TROPES • Historical Romance • Enemies to Lovers • Age Gap • Princess × Bandit • Grumpy × Grumpy • Forced Proximity • Forced Marriage • Forbidden Love ╰⊱⋅ ──────── ⋅⊰╯ Aparajita: The Bandit's Desire 𝘽𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝟭 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙍𝙏 𝙏𝙧𝙞𝙡𝙤𝙜𝙮 Let the rebellion begin...

𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 & 𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥 #1 in India (13/08/25) #1 in India (19/08/25) ⋆˚✿˖° ✦•𝐕𝐚𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐡𝐢 𝐁𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐥•✦ A 25 year old calm and sweet girl. A strong believer of Mahadev.Her beauty not only radiates from her golden brown skin but also from her pure heart , but she's unaware of the beauty she has within her because of being judged by her relatives and the society. And now she was going to marry a man who was no different from the people who made her question her own existence. ✦• 𝐀𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐫 •✦ A 30 year old ruthless Mafia leader of the American and Italian Mafia. He never thought that coming to India for a business deal would change his whole existence. He never needed someone in his life until he saw her in her wedding attire, and now all he wanted is her and he was going to have her. Because she have became his passion, insatiable desire, obsession, His Junoon. Is that all or there is more into it ? . ⋆˚✿˖° So, After a lot of request Junoon is going to be a full lengthy book. Give it a try.

"I have loved you in every stolen glance, in every word left unspoken. But we are bound by the threads of duty, and I cannot tear them for my heart's desire sir.. Even if my soul aches for you, Mustn't I let you go?" she mumbled hardly. "My heart was yours devi.. long before I had the courage to say it, Do you think I could ever forget you? Even if the gods themselves commanded it, my heart would still call your name in every moment of silence. I will ready to give up kingdoms, even my very soul, to be with you..." He spelled. ✤✤✤✤✤✤✤✤ In the heart of 6th-century South India, a secret conspiracy began to take root between two rival dynasties. At the center of this brewing storm was Ereya, the crown prince, born to carry the respect of his family's fate on his shoulders. As whispers of betrayal reached him, Ereya uncovered the conspiracy that threatened the very existence of his great clan. Alongside his brothers, Ereya soon found himself the target of this complex and dangerous scheme. Navigating the treacherous corridors of power, their loyalty to one another was tested at every turn, as alliances shifted and hidden agendas came to light. Embarking on a dangerous journey, the brothers encountered unforgettable characters and unraveled mysteries that stretched deep into the history of their land. Amidst the unfolding chaos, unexpected love blossomed in the shadows, kept secret by the bonds of duty and honor ❣️ With their fate hanging in the balance, Were they forced to confront not only their enemies, but also the questions stirring in their own hearts? ✤✤✤✤✤✤✤