Amarbail

A Legion of Legends from your favorite SULTANATE. The Gashkori and Dehwaar Heirs would never be the same without these loyal men standing behind them like strong pillars. DARBAAR is all about Murtuza and his pledge of allegiance to his Nawaab Jahaangir Ali Dehwaar. DARBAAR is all about Jamaal and his loyalty to his Sir Mahad Qays Gashkori. DARBAAR is all about Huzaifaa and his protectiveness for his Boss Baasit Uzair Gashkori. And DARBAAR is all about your passion for these men!

Noor, a dancer in the Royal Court of the Al-Yauzhan Empire wants nothing more than to pay off her debts and lead a nice, simple life-but a chance encounter with the crown prince and his brother brings her into the dangerous world of court politics. As Noor and the princes investigate their uncle and cousin's possible treason, she grows closer to the crown prince, but in order to save the kingdom and the person she loves, Noor will have to risk everything... A romantic adventure set in an imagined Arabic kingdom, THE DANCING GIRL is a story of court intrigues, romantic entanglements, and secret meetings as Noor and her best friend Amir try to help the princes they're falling for expose corrupt court officials with plans to seize the throne. Noor and Amir are close to having everything they've ever dreamed of...now all they need to do is survive.

I never intended to become entangled in their politics, let alone in the bed of their prince. I crossed deserts and seas, driven by a single hope; to save my brother, the only family I have from a foreign land. He was captured by the King of Hind during our war of conquest. But to free him, I became bound to the man who snatched everything from me. The Prince whose very name fills me with rage. Rawal Ekagraj. A single night with him shattered my honor and binded me to a something, I never chose for myself. As the crowned Empress of Arabia, I could never betray my people. Yet, he made me falter. Why? His eyes. Deep, dangerous, and impenetrable eyes. Now, I am his bride. A forbidden bride trapped by vows I never wanted and held captive in a kingdom that sees me as the enemy. I lived with the fear of dying any moment there. He was never meant to be mine, just as I was never meant to be his. If we ever fall in love, which was always impossible, it would be as forbidden as it is undeniable. But Rawal was not the only danger I had to face. Something was there which I didn't know. Something which nobody knew. Dark and destructible. And when it came, we all fell on our knees. It destroyed and shed rivers of blood. But someone was still not satisfied. My past haunted me, my brother's life was slipping away, and the Prince- my captor, my enemy became the only solace I knew. He seeks peace in me, and in his arms I feel a dangerous flicker of love.

#2 in Top 10 in India on (9/4/26) #1 in Top 10 in India on (12/4/26) Myra sharma had heard his name before she ever saw his face. Armaan Brar. The President of Chandigarh National University. Final-year Political Science student. RSVP's rising youth face. The boy professors avoid. The one students don't look in the eye. The one whose footsteps are enough to silence a corridor. They say he once pulled a gun on campus. They say he wins elections the way he wins fights... ruthlessly. They say crossing him is a mistake you don't repeat twice. And she believes every freaking word. She's just a first-year B.Com student. From a Middle class family, She left Lucknow with dreams in her suitcase. Chandigarh National University was her dream. Her fresh start. Her escape. Living alone in a new city wasn't easy but she was determined. Far away from politics, power, and people like him. Her only goal? Stay invisible, don't get noticed by bullies in college.. But Armaan Brar notices her. And that's where the problem begins. And Armaan Brar has never been gentle about what he wants. Tropes:- - punjabi munda x Brahmin girl - college president x student(1st phase) - MLA x CA Girl (2nd phase) - first love - rich guy x middle class girl - 5 years age gap (don't judge my book with this description there is a lot more about Armaan and Myra, give it a chance please...it's my first story.)

when he brought Amer's rose into his harem, she was meant to be a testament to his conquest. when she agreed to marry him, it was with a vow-to never bow, never break, never be his in any way. but fate? fate has other plans. and it begins with one night in a hammam... where the water is hot and the tension is hotter. now their worlds are tangled. their bodies? bound. their hearts? still denying what everyone else can already see note: this story started with a divergence from a future chapter of the desert's rose and spiraled into its own emotionally charged AU because I lack self-control and the characters demanded chaos. no, it doesn't follow canon. no, it doesn't always make sense yes, I chose to write this anyway

Book 2- VV Royals Series (Can be read as standalone) . Mriganayani was raised to be the perfect princess of the Mahindra Dynasty, silent, obedient, destined for a marriage chosen by the throne. In a kingdom where royal women exist only to secure alliances and bear heirs, she secretly longs for more. More freedom. More choice. More power than her fate was ever willing to offer. But the night of her initiation changes everything. Good girl Mriganayani, who followed every rule her entire life, breaks the most sacred one when she chooses him-Vadya, the captured enemy warrior feared across kingdoms. A man who has never bowed to a king, a queen, or a blade. Yet for the princess who meets his gaze with trembling courage, he would kneel. He would shatter. He would worship. A forbidden romance. A story of power and vengeance. A journey of a young woman discovering the fire she was never meant to hold.

"MANTRA NAHI RUKNE CHAHIYE PANDIT." His voice roared across the hall. And just like that, the crowd forgot everything...except fear. Eyes dropped, breaths slowed....no one dared exist too loudly. (The mantras should not stop, no matter what, Pandit) HE circled around HER slowly, like a predator that had already claimed his PREY. And then... He turned. And seated himself like a KING on his throne. ON THE SEAT MEANT FOR THE GROOM. __________________________________ "Tumhare jism ka gunaah toh phir bhi mita diya jaa sakta tha... lekin yeh dil.... iss naacheez ne yeh sochne ki himmat kaise kar li ki yeh humari jaan ke naam se dhadkega?" ( "The sin of your body could still have been washed away... but this heart.... how did this wretched thing dare to think it could beat in the name of my Jaan?") AND JUST LIKE THAT HE PLUNGED HIS THICK FINGERS IN AND RIPPED THE MAN'S HEART OUT OF HIS CHEST AND CRUSHED IT RIGHT UNDER HIS FEET, Best Rankings #1 in historicalfiction #1 in historicalromance #1 in poetic #6 in king #1 in crowned prince

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?

BOOK 1 OF FORBIDDEN SERIES (Under editing) Two kingdoms. One war. And a fire that refused to be extinguished. The battlefield reeked of blood and victory. But all he could see were her eyes-fierce, defiant, brown like the earth that birthed warriors. And in that moment, Rana Abhidev Singh Chauhan, Maharaj of Badhangarh, the undefeated lion of Aryavart, felt something he had never felt before. Not fear. Not mercy. Obsession. He didn't know her name. But he knew one thing-he would have her. As his wife. His queen. His forever. Even if she came for his throat