Peep into the book!! A crowned prince of some great kingdom, shrouded with mysteries. His life was hidden from many and he has created walls around himself. Scared of love and hates love. A princess, hated by her own family. Daughter of a wealthy king but still lived her life like a slave. Still full of life and believes in love. Innocent and carefree girl. They both bounded by situations in an arranged unwanted marriage. What would be their story when these hearts will be collided together?

Married in the mothers' wombs, this is a story of two individuals and how they overcome the many obstacles life throws at them in a traditional backward country. The next king and his first wife. This is unlike any other classic Indian romance I have ever been across. A lot of interesting things occur in the life of a modern prince and his simplistic wife. A radical prince who wants to break all the norms of society and a simple princess who just wants a normal palace life. Can they survive the world when evil is brewing right in their family? Many attempts to break those two apart by the very woman who got them together and his second marriage put their relationship to a damper but can they manage to stay together?

A ceremony where every family of the kingdom has to send their unwed and adult daughter to participate for being a substitute Queen and to satisfy the King. After death of Former King's Wife and Son, his mother who was a substitute Queen has came back into palace to claim her rights on her Husband and her Son's right on throne resulting him to be the King of the Kingdom he has grown up in. The ceremony wasn't something he hasn't heard of, his mother has told him many times how everytime the kingdom arrange the substitution ceremony where King of Kingdom chooses a substitute wife, and now being a King it's his chance to choose one, even after being surrounded by fifty beautiful women his eyes were drawn to that one who didn't even glance a look towards him from the moment he has laid his eyes on her.

FEATURED on OFFICIAL WATTPAD's Community Happenings] Cover by the magician @MoranaInDesign (she is literally a magician!) Maya, a journalist, finds herself in the middle of religious panic when a prostitute she had met is found to be murdered. **** Lucifer, as they have been named, faces the namesake of the Devi in Devipuram. Will they be able to sacrifice this rose too like the other ones, or will the thorns now make them bleed to death? **** Maya has been tasked with writing something about the folk of Devipuram for the upcoming Puja magazine. She decides to visit the slums where the prostitutes live. Here, she meets Radha- a beautiful prostitute with a daughter. The very next day, Radha is found dead in the temple premises. And what the villagers label as the next-in-line in a chain of paranormal murders is a magnetic mystery in the life of Maya which tempts her to get to the root of this cruelty. Will she succeed in finding out the culprit or succumb to death like the five victims? WORD COUNT: 60,000-65,000 words

"You mean our grandfather is kidnapped?" *** "I always had a doubt on Pandit Aditya." *** "This is an anagram!" *** "What's 79° 41' E?" *** "We have tricked that spy." *** "We have to save the Natraja Statue." *** "Quickly! Use that door." *** "They have entered into Pichavaram marshland." *** "I can leave for Hong Kong tomorrow." *** "They have guns!" *** Five kidnapped priests from five temples of South India; three grief-stricken granddaughters; one anagram; the Statue of Natraja. How can three granddaughters save their grandfathers and the Natraja Statue? [Completed] [Third person POV] [Unedited] *** Highest Ranking : #12 in Adventure on 23/1/2017 #10 in Adventure on 16/6/2016 #7 in Adventure on 30/6/2016 ©2016 by Likhitha Reddy

What if his love language is hate and she's herself the language of love ?? what if he's the deadly ice and she's the fire who could melt him to the core ?? What if he's the king of the entire world but a little kitten rules his entire dark soul ??... Maya's POV: His expressions turned cold all of a sudden and i could feel the anger in his voice as he yelled at me " Khamosh rhiye Maya,humne apko apni baat rkhne ka haq zaroor adah kiya hai magar humme hmari cheezon ke sath kya krna hai kya nhi ye hum khud tay krenge aap nhi " i felt suffocated and internally hurt listening to his bitter words but...but practically he was right i was just a" Thing " who was sold by a man and bought by the other one ...my eyes turned a little teary and suddenly his voice caught my attention" Suna hai hindustan ki auratein behad haseen hein ,agr aap schme apni aur apne mulkh ki azaadi chahti hein toh " I frowned as i felt something very wrong with his intentions "Toh ??" I asked in a loud voice , he walked a little closer " Toh ya toh aap hmari shareek-e-hayat , hmari begum bnkr hmare sath hmari sultanate chlengi ya hum apke mulkh ki abaroon rkhne wali har auraat ko apne mulkh lejakar ..." I pushed him away "Apki himmat kaise hui " i felt the sudden urge to kill him ,but what else I could expect from him ?? He was a bloody killer and his words ,his intention showed his real face ,he was an animal driven by lust and desire .

(Book #1 of Battle series) His eyes blazing with a rare fire. His grasp on her hand was tight enough to leave a bruise, his sword inches away from her neck. "Where are you trying to go, my love?" he whispered dangerously in her ears She gulped nervously for all she can see was the sword which could prick her skin any moment.She looked around to find out that she was surrounded, everything was broken and tarnished, the silk curtains were shredded into pieces, courtesy of his sword. Her silence angered him, his patience was on the edge. The presence of his own soldiers annoyed him, he wanted her cornered by him, he wanted her to fear him... only him. He pulled her with sudden force, she stumbled a bit but then it was his hold on her only which didn't let her fall. He dragged her to a room and threw her on the bed. Her eyes widened with fear, she tried moving to the far end of bed but failed miserably when he pulled her towards him by her wrist. "Who the hell gave you permission to go?" He screamed at her "Answer me!" he screamed again, the intensity of his gaze sent shivers down her spine "No one." She whispered "Then, why the hell did you try to run?" Even though she had answer, she couldn't speak. Gripping fear constricted her throat. She was trapped forever because deep down she knew there was no escape, no way out of here. The only way to survive was the battle but even that was hopeless. ☆☆✧☆☆✧ Lavanya Chatura, the beautiful princess of Chaturajy. A rebel to traditions and a fighter. But a single war changed her life into something, there's no escape from. Harshveer Daksesh, the cold hearted king of Daksesh. A brave, powerful and perfect king with no love, kindness and compassion. Some even believe that he's not human but a fire, fueled by anger. Will enemies turn into lovers? Is a string enough to keep 2 souls together? Will they win the battle where there's no hope of winning? To find out read Hopeless Battle

There is a saying, Life is beautiful if we live with the person who love us than with whom we love. The person is Lucky then. So how about a person who gets both? Can he be called as the luckiest? This is what the state of our hero. Shrinivasa Nayaka, the Prince of Kapilatheertha. A happy going young lad of Nayaka family. His dreams and peace gets distributed when his own past nears him. He gets stuck with his own thoughts of either to accept the past or to move with present. Satyabhama, love of Shrinivasa. She knows nothing but loving him to every extent. Rukmini, Princess of Ratnagarbha kingdom. Despite of being legally wedded wife of Shrinivasa, she never got a chance to share a moment with him. One misconception , two princely states and three humble lives. Everything depends on decision and adjustment. So That's all with my new work to entertain you. Join me in this journey to see the Life of Shrinivasa , Rukmini and Satyabhama. Hope you all like it. Shower your love as votes and share your views as comments without fail, because as always you are most important for me than anyone else. Note : This is the pure work of fiction. The places are all related to fiction. Though the names and character reference may match with epic Mahabharata the story has nothing to do with it and plot has no relation with it. This is purely elaborated with my imagination and not meant to hurt anyone's feelings or beliefs. Enjoy the reading. Yours Vatsu❤️❤️❤️

Set in 13th century against the backdrop of temple city of Srirangam. The story is about a Devadasi named Vasanthika and her struggle between life and death during changing political scenario of south when ruling Pandya clan is ousted by a new imperial dynasty.

"So, should I take it as a 'yes' Dharani?", Acharya asked me looking straight into my eyes as if he is reading my expressions. I immediately looked down trying to compose myself and hide my feelings before he actually reads them. "Or would you like to take your word bac...." "It's a yes," I replied confidently. Taking your word back is the worst thing you could do in a royal family. It is a sign of weakness and is just unacceptable. Moreover, I am pretty sure Arjun would never agree to marry me. So why should I be the one to reject. "What about you, Arjun?" asked King Indra turning towards his son. "You remember what you told yesterday right?" he said signaling Arjun about something. The room was filled with absolute silence and I realized that the only sound that could be heard is that of my bangles, and that is because my right hand is slightly shivering. "Umm...father....I, " Arjun stuttered perhaps for the first time in his life, "accept....accept... this marriage proposal." I looked at Arjun in disbelief. My eyes widened and I didn't know how but my hand was already on my forehead. I didn't expect this from him. Why in the world would he want to marry me? He hates the way I look at the world. He wants everyone to be as heartless as him and I would never be able to do that. "Dangerously kind" is the word he used to describe me a while ago. We wouldn't even make good friends, let alone life partners. How in the world could we live together? "So it's official. You both are going to get married," king Indra said smiling while Acharya was writing something on a paper as if he already knew this is not going to be all love love. "This is more of an agreement king," he said as he wrote down, "and they knew it. They were eavesdropping on our conversation from the beginning." True, we heard them. We understood what they had planned, but we didn't want to get married. At least I didn't.....