Vikram, a senior officer, prioritizes his duty above all else, much like his father, ACP Rajendra. He has three siblings: one is an officer, and the other two are college students. Naina, a simple girl, resides with her uncle following the passing of her parents. She exudes maturity and works as a teacher. She assists her uncle Mahesh, who loves her as his own daughter. This story delves into themes of family love, emotions, sibling bonds, romance, and a significant undisclosed secret. *Do not copy*.

"𝙇𝙤𝙤𝙠 𝙖𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙢. 𝙏𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙨𝙪𝙡𝙩𝙖𝙣 𝙍𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙙 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙤𝙣𝙡𝙮 𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙞𝙣 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙩 𝙤𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪,𝙝𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚,𝙈𝙖𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙖-𝙀-𝙏𝙖𝙝𝙚𝙧." ⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚ ˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ It was a political marriage. Last wish of his dying father. Getting married and increasing his legacy, that's all he wanted. He wasn't supposed to have feelings for her let alone feel possessive.But why does it feel like she belongs to him, she was his all along.She was. She thought her life was over. She was sure of it.But...then how did she end up here?Which year is it? She is a rajput princess?But didn't she just died? 𝘉𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘶𝘱 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝗋𝖺𝗃𝗉𝗎𝗍 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘺 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘧𝘶𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦.𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘯𝘴. 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢 𝘴𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘢𝘯'𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘧𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯? Let's take a look shall we? #firstbook in Unwanted Series A/N: The first few chapters were written when I barely knew anything about vocabulary or knew how to write a story. I started writing on impulse so it may seem a little immature. But please don't judge the book by reading the first few chapters. I

(Coming soon as independent WEBTOON) || Half-completed story *** For as long as Niharika could remember, she led a simple life overshadowed by her own misery. Despite belonging to a well-established family and being the youngest child, she was the neglected one, living her life as an outcast. She never hoped or dreamed of being desired by anyone, let alone getting married to the most powerful man from an ancient royal clan, who turned out to be an inherited king. It seemed like a nightmare she couldn't escape from. She had no idea how her life had stumbled into such a situation. Just when she thought life had made her suffer enough, it took an even worse turn. Her husband, Prithvi Chauhan, was her safe space yet her tormentor, accusing her of something she had no knowledge of. She found herself trapped in a web of deception and manipulation. It became evident that there was more to the situation than met the eye. Being the weakest and easily manipulated, Niharika was unaware that she was merely being used as a pawn in a much more complex game. But yet, her beauty and her stammering didn't go unnoticed by her royalty, her husband. He couldn't help but be captivated by her, always desperate / yearning to hear her speak. How did this girl, who did nothing more than remain reserved and true to herself, capture the heart of her royalty?

~I am not done with you wifey. Not yet.~ Lies. Lies. Lies. And a little more lies. And what did I get in return? ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ Her ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 .𖥔˚ The one and only girl I craved. Whose mere presence would drive me insane. But shhh!! She doesn't need to know any of my lies. She doesn't need to know who I actually am. Nothing. She is my wife now. Stuck. Forever. Concealed with my Obsession. (Short story)

-𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐲 𝐛𝐡𝐢 𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐚𝐡𝐢 𝐫𝐨𝐤 𝐬𝐚𝐤𝐭𝐚 𝐚𝐚𝐩𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐦 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐞 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐲𝐞>>𖹭 ⭑ 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝 𝐨𝐟 "𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐂"? 𝐊𝐚𝐥𝐚 𝐣𝐚𝐝𝐮? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐫𝐞 𝐯𝐲𝐨𝐦𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓. 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐌𝐀. 𝐈𝐟 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭 𝐚𝐜𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧. ⭑ 𝐓𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐬? "𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐬-- 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐰𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬?" 𝐌𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐚'𝐬 𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞. "𝐆𝐮𝐲𝐬-- 𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒. 𝐈 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐑" 𝐕𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐚 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐅𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝. "𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝟏𝟑𝐓𝐇 𝐂𝐄?"

I took my seat in the train and took a deep breath. "Every things is ok, Adhya." I said to myself as release a deep breath. "Is it?" a cold voice came from beside me leaving me froze in my seat. I looked at my watch. it's past the time of train departure. I slowly turned to my right and gasped loudly. "Don't worry. It won't move until I say it to." He said as he closed the book he was reading and turned to looked at me, making my heart race. "Y..you... ho..how?" "I told you, wife. You can never get away from me." he looked into my eyes as he said. "Stop. Stop calling me your wife. We are not even married." I gritted. "I make you my real wife, the day you called me your Husband. And about the marriage, its going to happen soon." He smirk. "Now, would you walk or should I carry you.?" "What?" "Carry it is." He said as he swift me up in his arms as he carry me out of the train. I screamed and thrashed but he successfully took me away. Read the story to know more about Adhya and Abhivansh. This story is of my own. Images used in this story is not owned my me. Mature theme!!

#Book-2 in Lost Royalty series ( CAN BE READ STANDALONE ) He is heartless, While she is a heart specialist He kills mercilessly, And she lives to save lives Both are accustomed to blood, but with different intentions: One to give back life, the other to snatch lives In the collision of their paths, will they find a way to reconcile their differences or remain irreconcilable opposites? What will happen when destiny plays its game, binding them in a knot of marriage of convenience, where both are forced to marry each other, just to fulfill a promise?