Historias de Historicalindia

Professor Ekaansh Chauhan doesn't believe in love. A historian by profession, he trusts facts, not feelings-except for the recurring nightmare that has followed him since childhood: a burning temple, clashing swords, and a woman screaming his name as he dies. Ira Sharma is a shy archaeology student who avoids temples and panics at the sound of metal. She doesn't know why ancient ruins make her chest ache-or why her cold, distant professor feels painfully familiar. As Ira attends Ekaansh's lectures on medieval kingdoms, memories from another life begin to surface. But she remembers only one thing- Watching him die. She doesn't remember loving him. He doesn't remember being loved. Bound by a past soaked in blood and betrayal, they must face a truth history tried to erase. Some love stories don't end. They wait to be remembered.

Eons ago there was a kingdom whose borders spread far and wide in the northern part of the Indian subcontinent. The king although just and loyal had a lot of concubines. This is the story of one such illegitimate princess. This is a story how an innocent girl had to single handedly face the cruelty of the world. How a soft spoken princess turns into a fierce warrior. This is also the story of the drastic measures taken by an elder brother to pull his sister from the dark abscess. The story of protective and possessive siblings. A story in which a girl neither needed a knight in shining armor nor needed a prince on the white horse who would sweep her off her feet, whatever she needed was in the form of an elder brother

"My lord the precious diamond which was supposed to be decorated on your throne was stolen my lord, according to the soldiers a boy between 14 and 15 were seen running away with the stolen diamond , only know this much information about the thief my lord". "Is that so? Then Guruvar find the diamond and kill all the boys between 14 and 15 for the sin they just did. "But my lord-" " Do as I say" "Yes my lord. " __________________________________________________________________________ "Somebody stop him, please stop him" a group of people where running behind a boy whose age could be between 14 and 15 . After running too from market making sure he removed cloth from his face." They thought they would catch me, my name is Vara, meaning wind and nobody has ever stopped or controlled wind" "Guruji, Vinashak isn't a good king he misuses his power just so he could control people for his benefit. " "yes Indrajith I understand and I need to find a suitable king for our kingdom or else our kingdom would be ruined especially during this time because our Bharat is going to be attacked by foreign kings in the future but very soon we need to do something" "This society has made us women go through many difficulties which is not even justifying anything but just a narrow-minded thought, we need a need to revolt against it."a girl whose age was probably 14 or 15 spoke ."But we won't be able to revolt Soorya, according to the society we should walk with our head low." "The one who walks with their head low are someone who did something wrong and we did nothing wrong, Therefore we will revolt. And don't forget Charu where there is a will there is a way ." What will happen when they cross paths with each other? what will faith have in store for them? will they be successful in reaching their destination or will everything get tangled up like a thread ball? To know peek into the book "Call Of A Mother Land".

A princess born to be worshipped. A gardener who was never meant to speak. A coup that burns her world to the ground. Devangana was the jewel of Suvarnagiri - arrogant, untouchable, adored. But when rebels slaughter her family, the only one who saves her is the quiet palace gardener... who was never truly mute, and never truly hers. Now, hidden in the enemy's land as his "wife," Devangana plots revenge - even as the man she should hate keeps treating her with a tenderness she's never known. In the game of crowns and blood, will she destroy him... or will he ruin her heart first?