ꗥ❀ 𝐅𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐩𝐚𝐝 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐠𝐞 ❀ꗥ I had everything that a person could ask for - a loving family, wealth, respect in the kingdom of Kshatra Gadh, and engagement to the love of my life. But life had other plans; I lost everything within the blink of an eye. Everyone left me, and I was all alone in this scary world. I became a living corpse who was trying to get by until I discovered my mother's secret. A heritage that she kept secret and a ray of hope in my dark life. Leaving the kingdom behind, I went on a search for answers. And now I am back, stronger than ever, claiming what was rightfully mine, and no one can stop me. . . . Follow the story of Laxita as she goes on a quest to discover her identity and tries to find her rightful place in the world. She goes through a journey of self-discovery, finding her true happiness (and maybe love?) along the way. Tropes: - Strong FL - Caring and Protective ML - He Falls First, She Falls Harder - Medium Burn - Boy Obsessed #1 in historical romance (07/10/24) #2 in India (09/04/25) #2 in strong female lead (09/04/25) #3 in historical romance (10/04/25) #1 in ancient india (09/06/2025) #3 in histfic (09/06/2025)

The story takes place in ancient China. The day my elder sister was appointed Crown Princess, I volunteered to marry the sickly General Wei Shuhan. All of the capital laughed, saying I was picking up the trash my sister didn't want. On our wedding night, I smiled lightly at my coughing, blood-stained groom. "General, do you know you've been poisoned by three strange toxins?" When he gripped my throat, I spoke even more shocking words: "I wish to make a deal with you-wipe out my family for me, and I'll cure your poison and extend your life." By the flickering candlelight, his eyes turned crimson. "And if I refuse?" I brushed my hand across his chest. "Then the general will have no choice but to enter the underworld as a virgin." Later, when the poison flared up, he pressed me against the medicine vat, his burning breath brushing my ear. "The third poison... could it be a love curse?"

She was just researching for a history project. He was just another dead king in a forgotten book. Until she became the reason he dies - or the one who saves him. When Velvet, a talkative but calm college girl stumbles upon an ancient book buried in a dust-covered corner of an abandoned library, she thinks it might help her finishing her boring history assignment. The subject? King Raivat Singh Agnivanshi - the last ruler of the now-vanished kingdom of Sehrawati. Mysterious. Feared. Said to have died young - poisoned, betrayed, or cursed - no one really knows. But the moment Velvet starts reading, she falls asleep... and wakes up in the year 1725. On her wedding day. To him. Everyone says Raivat is cruel - a heartless king whose hands are stained in blood. But the man she meets is different how? He watches her like reading a poetry. Velvet must now live out the very history she was supposed to study. The only way back to her world? The king must die - just like the book says. But with each passing day, she finds herself falling for the man history got completely wrong. And now, the question isn't how she will get back - it's whether she even wants to.

"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...

All rights reserved In the year 2025, young historian Vedika has dedicated her life to uncovering the lost stories of ancient India. Her latest expedition leads her deep into the Western Ghats, where legends whisper of a once-mighty empire- Mahishmati, now buried beneath time and silence. When Vedika and her team uncover the long-lost palace ruins, she feels drawn to one sealed chamber, untouched for centuries. Inside, she finds something.. A fragment of a broken mirror. The artifact calls to her in a way she cannot explain. Ignoring protocol, Vedika takes the mirror home. At first, it's just a piece of history to study. But soon, strange things begin to happen. The mirror hums faintly in her presence. Its surface seems to ripple like water. Then one night, as moonlight spills across her desk, she sees a reflection that is not her own. A pair of dark, watchful eyes stare back at her through the fractured glass. He speaks a language long dead, yet she understands every word. He calls her Devi. He tells her of a kingdom, of battles, of betrayal. Coming from a lonely home, Vedika begins to live for these midnight conversations. The voice in the mirror becomes her secret, her solace. The man within it feels impossibly real- commanding yet vulnerable, a ruler burdened by destiny. His name is Bhalladeva, Crown Prince of Mahishmati. The same Bhalladeva whom history remembers as a tyrant. As their connection deepens, Vedika sees the man behind the legend, the son striving for his father's pride. The prince overshadowed by his brother, the heart hidden beneath layers of ambition. She begins to wonder if history got him wrong. She faces a question that could change history: can love transform a man destined to be a villain, or is fate stronger than even the heart? A Rift in time for Bhalladeva is a sweeping tale of love, destiny, and redemption. A story where the past and future collide, and one woman's courage might rewrite the fate of an empire.

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 is just nineteen, a rising actress with more fire in her than the spotlight ever shows. Arjun, the greatest archer of his age, is all discipline, honor, and fury like a storm that never quite breaks. When Advika disappears from the sets of Mahabharat, she wakes up inside the epic itself. Thrown into a world ruled by destiny and dharma, Advika refuses to bend. Her sharp tongue, modern defiance, and stubborn will clash head-on with Arjun's sense of honor. Every argument feels like a battle. Every stolen glance carries a tension neither of them is ready to name. Bound by forces far older than them both, they navigate betrayal, war, and the weight of fate, each confrontation pulling them closer, even as the world threatens to tear them apart. Will her fire shatter his calm, or will their collision create something timeless? In a realm where myth and reality bleed into one another, time is not on their side. A Mahabharat fanfiction filled with tension, destiny, and a love that dares to cross centuries.

♡︎ Book #1 of AKSHNI SERIES ♡︎ ༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻༺☆༻ 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? ♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎ TROPES 𑁍 ❁ Slow burn romance ❁ Past x present ❁ Fml is from 2025 ❁ Mml is from 980 AD ❁ Sunshine x sunshine ❁ Mml is pookie ❁ Soft romance ❁ Polygamy ❁ Historical fantasy ❁ Royal family ❁ King x Law student ❁ Single father ❁ Time travel ♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎♡︎