In the resplendent kingdom of Devapadh, Princess Madhulikha's beauty and grace are celebrated throughout the land. During a festive visit, Sultan Zafir Al'Khayr of the empire of Sultanate of Qamara is captivated by her mesmerizing dance. Her every movement ignites a burning desire within him, and he becomes obsessed with the idea of making her his own. Using his formidable power and the grandeur of his realm, Sultan Zafir's will stop at nothing to claim the princess who has enchanted him so completely. As he uses his influence to ensnare her, Princess Madhulikha must navigate the treacherous waters of her new reality, where love and power intertwine in dangerous ways. Caught between the Sultan's relentless pursuit and her own fierce independence, Madhulikha faces a perilous choice: surrender to the Sultan's will or defy him at the risk of her kingdom's safety. *The Sultan's Obsession* is a tale of passion, power, and the struggle for autonomy against overwhelming odds. Will Madhulikha find a way to preserve her freedom, or will Sultan Zafir's obsession bring her world crashing down?

"I suggest you sit down, Rajkumari..." the old spy whispered, barely above a breath as he collapsed before her. His cloak was soaked in blood-not his own-and his face was pale with terror she had only seen on the battlefield. Jhanvi's hand froze mid-motion as she reached for her goblet. It had only been four days. Four days since she was forced to return to Deshmukh and left her Ranjha alone. "What happened?" Her voice was quieter than she expected. The man looked up, shame clouding his eyes. "Forgive me, Rajkumari... I could not stop him. No one can." Jhanvi's brows furrowed. "Prithvi?" He nodded. "The King has executed seventeen prisoners in three days. No trials. No questions. Among them... a boy, fifteen, who tried to steal from the temple steps. An eighty-year-old woman accused of speaking ill of the crown. He didn't flinch." Jhanvi's breath caught. "That's not... him." The spy clenched his fists. "He doesn't sleep. He skips meals. The royal doctor says his body is tearing from the inside-he's injured himself thrice during combat drills. Blood everywhere. He won't stop." Jhanvi stood, heart pounding. "Why are the ministers allowing this?!" "Who dares to stand in his way?" the man cried. "When an ambassador from an allied kingdom said, 'Your Majesty is fortunate to have been loved by such a divine woman,' he exiled the entire delegation. Burned the alliance papers and cut ties with the most powerful kingdom." Jhanvi staggered back, hand to her chest. "He... ended a diplomatic tie over... me?" "He screamed," the man rasped, eyes wide with memory. "He threw his sword and shouted, 'If I'm so fortunate, where the hell is my raani?!'" Silence filled the chamber. The spy whispered, "He's not a king anymore, Rajkumari. He's a man burning alive from the absence of his queen." Jhanvi clutched the table, heart aching. "He'll destroy himself," she whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek. "But... what about my self-respect?"

He was a beast closing in on his prey, and she was frozen, caught between the instinct to flee and a new, bewildering curiosity to see what he would do. His gaze dropped, openly tracing the curve of her hips, the ample swell of her breasts clearly outlined by the thin silk. He stopped just before her, so close she could feel the heat pouring from his body, could smell the dust of the road, the scent of horse and leather, and the unique, musky aroma that was entirely his. "Forgive my hunger, wife," he murmured, his voice dropping to a husky whisper that was for her ears alone. "I have missed the sight of you." Before she could process the apology or the admission, he acted. With a swift, fluid motion that belied his size, he attacked. Not with violence, but with a desperate, primal hunger.

~𝓗𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓻𝓽 𝓫𝓵𝓪𝔃𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓰𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼, 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓪𝓵𝓶 𝓽𝓱𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓽𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓺𝓾𝓮𝓷𝓬𝓱 𝓱𝓮𝓻, 𝓾𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓫𝓾𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓸𝓷𝓮~ Advika Sen, a 19-year-old actress, blazes with a spirit fiercer than any spotlight. Arjun, the legendary archer, is a storm of valor and pride, unyielding as rain. When Advika vanishes from the Mahabharat set, she's hurled into the epic's ancient world, as a force within its heart. Her modern defiance collides with Arjun's steely honor, their clashes sparking a dangerous, unspoken tension. Bound by fate, they face treachery and destiny, each heated glance and challenge drawing them closer. Will her fire consume his calm, or will their tempest forge something eternal? In a world where myth and reality blur, time is their greatest enemy. Unravel a Mahabharat fanfic pulsing with intrigue, passion, and a love that defies the ages.

समय यात्रा!!! हम सभी ने कभी न कभी सोचा है कि काश हम समय में पीछे जा पाते, तो हम ये करते, वो करते! कुछ लोग अपना प्यार पाना चाहते हैं, कुछ लोग अपना बचपन एक बार फिर से जीना चाहते हैं! लेकिन क्या ऐसा है? अभी तो नहीं, लेकिन भविष्य के बारे में कौन जानता है? कौन जानता है कि भविष्य में ऐसा कुछ हो सकता है? हमारी नायिका भी ऐसी ही एक पुरानी दुनिया में जाती है, जहाँ उसकी मुलाक़ात चित्तौड़गढ़ के राजा से होती है। 🌼 वह 980 ई. तक कैसे पहुंची? 🌼 कैसी होगी अपने साथी से मिलने की उसकी यात्रा जो उसकी दुनिया से नहीं है? 🌼 वह अपनी दुनिया में वापस कैसे आएगी? 🌼 दो अलग दुनिया का मिलन कैसा होगा? 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀

Inure: (v.) To accustom to accept something undesirable, evil, or painful. An other worldly girl is reincarnated as Queen Estella de Royalis, the villainess of a novel that is killed by her own husband. Having no other choice, she strives to save herself from that fate. However, the novel she read is not the reality she believed. ______ I tried on another, a red one this time. I twirl in its large skirt. "This one matches your eyes," I say as I spin. "This one too." I stop, putting my hands on my hips. "Are you going to order all of them?" "If I want to, yes, I will." He doesn't budge. I sigh, sitting next to him. "You know that you don't have to do this. I can go buy my own dresses." "I know, but I want to see you wear dresses that I chose. Besides, is it so wrong to want to spend time with you?" ______ Note: This is entirely my work. I want to see if I'm able to write something without a plot set up for me. I hope you like it!

All her life, Eleanora did everything to make him love her but in the end, what she got from him was her execution for a sin that she never did. Before dying, Eleanora coldly stared at his bloody red eyes as he lifted up the sword to execute her... "I will never forgive you for killing me and my child." For the first time in her life, She saw his anxious gaze. But it was too late as the sword in his hands had already landed on her neck, separating it from her body. Eleanora finally thought everything was over but then she opened her eyes again, to find herself back in 12 years in the past when all the misfortune was yet to happen. She was firm to change her tragic ending this time but it was not only her who changed... "Even if you hate me, you can only be mine in your every life... My Empress.".....

Riya , a vibrant and fearless Brahmin girl from the 21st century, she has recently completed her graduation. One she went on a solo trip where she lost in some hidden and old cave and when she came out from the cave, found herself explicably transported to 18th-century india, she must navigate the world of royal intrigue, ancient traditions and forbidden love. Only her ancestors know the real truth. As she settles into her new life, Riya's bubbly and naughty Nature capture the heart of Rajavgadh people and the future king of Rajavgadh. Will she find a way to bridge the gap between her past and present, or will her love for king "Shivansh Singh Rathor."

A historical fiction of Saanvi and Arnav... The possession the obsession... She bacame his everything after just one glance...

#Book-1 in HEARTS series What will happen when a girl from 21st century time travels to 17th century? It's a story of 21st century girl and 17th century Head commander who falls in love across their centuries... Veer - "My duty is my only mistress. She demands loyalty and sacrifices, leaving no room for the distractions of the heart. Yet she awakens something in me I never knew existed" Aishwarya - "He was a storm I never wanted to weather, yet his passion left me yearning for more. My heart yearns for home, but my soul belongs to his world." Sometimes, the most beautiful stories begin with the most unexpected encounters... "In the weaves of time, they found each other" Let's dive in to see what will happen in there lovestory...