Indianhistorical Stories

"If you prick us, do we not bleed? If you tickle us, do we not laugh? If you poison us, do we not die? If you wrong us, shall we not revenge?" -William Shakespeare Young and beautiful, Nazneen was a mere court dancer enchanted by the warrior she met at night and the prince was enchanted by her.

Parshwari Pulitra, a young girl from the peaceful village of Pulitra, accidentally discovers the ancient sword Udagamaya in the royal cemetery and awakens a hidden power tied to the forgotten Somaha lineage. When she touches the blade, she hears the voice of her true father, Varna Somaha, and unknowingly unleashes abilities that control wind, music, and spirits. Her terrified adoptive parents lock her away to protect her, but a brutal attack by neighboring kingdoms destroys Pulitra and kills them before her eyes. Forced to break her parents' rule, Parshwari uses her powers to defeat the invaders but is overwhelmed, chased to a cliff, and falls into a raging river while fleeing. Rescued by a mysterious man named Arath, she awakens in a remote hut, unaware that her destiny - and the truth of who she really is - is only beginning.

this is the story set in 15th bce a story of passion, love, and craziness for power one desires for live while one lives for power a story of a selfish king and a beautiful princess what will happen if the devil of anga kingdom fell for the charming and wise princess of kuru kingdom kya hoga agar inhe pyaar hoga toh kya pyaar mein deewane ban jayenge yah yah pyaar inhe is kadr Juda karega ki yeh kabhi nhin mil payenge. EK BAAT TO TEH HAI PYAAR TO HOGA let's meet our princess and king Bhavyanshi Singh Chauhan the epitome of beauty,wise,playful,a crazy lover for her loved ones at the same time a deviless for the enemy of her loved ones,selfish at the same time selfless. Agyansh Singh Rathore devilishly handsome man but the the most evil, respectful but if you disrespect him he will burn you to ashes ,a selfish man that desires nothing but for power

STOP THE WAR...she roars. he look at her and smirked..."so u agreed"he asked "Take all the treasure and my kingdom but leave my people"she said direct looking at him ..he eyes is only visible as she is wearing a veil ... even a distance..AtharvVeer Pratap Chauhan can see fire in her eyes "jo cheez hame chaiye wo har keemat se upar hai "he said now directly looking in her eyes... she laugh mockingly and pull the horse rein and getting a little close to him "aisa bhi kya hai jo aap jaise be dil insaan ko chaiye ". he smirk .."hame jo chaiye wo NAYAAB HAI .. Update on every Saturday...or sometime in mid if i m free😂 Enemy to lover Forbidden romance Hatelove Royalty

Description: In the heart of Rajasthan's golden sands and Konkan's lush shores, a tale of love, war, and destiny unfolds. King Vikramaditya, a fearless ruler, and Princess Revati, the enchanting beauty of Konkan, find their lives intertwined in a battle of pride and power. When kingdoms clash and loyalties are tested, can love emerge victorious from the ashes of war? Bound by duty but driven by her heart, Revati must choose between her father's wishes and the noble warrior who wins her soul. Dive into this epic saga of courage, betrayal, and undying love, where every decision reshapes destinies and cultures collide in the most beautiful ways. This is not just a story-it's a journey into the depths of emotions and the triumph of the human spirit.

"nafrat karte he hum apse" what was the reason for the princess to hate someone? is she even a princess? .....or a warrior?

In the dimly lit chamber of Raigarh's royal palace, Sangram paces restlessly, his mind entangled in the web of the sages' prophecies. Karuna, his ambitious wife, watches him closely, her voice a venomous whisper. "Do you not see, Sangram? The throne is but a breath away. Surya Pratap's reign has weakened; his bloodline falters. It is your destiny to rule." Sangram halts, his heart pounding with both desire and dread. "But the path you speak of is stained with blood, Karuna. I fear what it might do to us-to our souls." Karuna steps closer, her eyes gleaming with a mix of determination and madness. "Would you be a king or a coward, Sangram? The crown belongs to those who dare to seize it, not to those who wait for it to fall into their lap." A heavy silence fills the room as Sangram grapples with the temptation of power, the shadows of the palace seeming to close in around him. Outside, the night is still, as if the world itself holds its breath, waiting for the fateful decision that will change the course of Raigarh's history.

Love was never a word meant for people like them. It was too soft, too clean. She looked at him and saw a roadmap of everything that had gone wrong: the lies that tasted like copper, the betrayal that cut deeper than any blade, and a revenge that had simmered for years. To her, their story was written in scars. But him? He didn't see a tragedy. When he looked at her, he saw the only thing that made his pulse jump. For him, it wasn't about hearts and flowers it was a fever. It was a bone-deep obsession, a passion that felt more like a war, and a fire that promised to burn them both alive. He didn't want her heart. He wanted her soul, even if he had to steal it.

In a kingdom ruled by men, Princess Roopmati was never meant to sit in council halls, speak of war, or understand power better than princes twice her age. But Roopmati was never born to remain silent. Raised beside a king who saw her mind before her gender, she grows into a woman feared as much as admired-sharp-tongued, politically dangerous, and unwilling to bow before a world determined to reduce her to beauty and marriage. Yet power comes with loneliness. Every decision is questioned. Every ambition is watched. Every mistake threatens to destroy the place she fought to earn. And then comes Veer. A soldier who refuses to flatter her. A bodyguard who challenges her instead of obeying blindly. A man who sees through the control she wears like armor. Their battles begin with arguments-cold, intelligent, relentless. But beneath the rivalry grows something far more dangerous: attention, obsession, and a connection neither of them can control. Because in a palace built on politics, loyalty is never simple... and love may become the most dangerous weakness of all. A story of ambition, power, jealousy, and slow-burning desire, *Roopmati* is a dark royal romance where hearts are guarded as fiercely as kingdoms.

Ishq ho ya fitoor hum to aapse dono kar bethe hei.............. Sitaroon ki mehfil mein, faqat tum hi mera noorni chand ho ~ Advay Singh Raghvansh Hum ek khoye hue musafir hei , aur aap humari manzil ~ Shivanya Dive in to know where their destiny leads them to... Update every Sunday

"A crown belonged to him. A temple belonged to her. Yet destiny wrote them into the same story." Prince Rudranand Chakravarthy, the rightful heir to the throne, is forced to hide his identity after a ruthless betrayal shatters his kingdom. Living as an ordinary warrior, he vows to reclaim the crown that was stolen from him. Mrinalini Devi is the kingdom's most gifted temple dancer, known for her grace, devotion, and heart that shines brighter than the temple lamps. She has never dreamed of palaces or crowns-until fate brings a mysterious warrior into her life. As their paths intertwine beneath sacred bells and moonlit skies, an impossible love begins to bloom. But a prince bound by duty can never love a temple dancer... and a dancer can never become a queen. With kingdoms on the brink of war, hidden enemies within the palace, and secrets buried for years, Rudranand and Mrinalini must decide whether to sacrifice their love for the kingdom-or risk everything to rewrite destiny. In a world where swords decide kingdoms, can love conquer a throne?

"Her eyes are the colour of the dark clouds, Her dancing even entices the peacocks, She is the beauty of the Northern Kingdom Utharabhaa. Ihitha Mallika" The journey of Aswamitra, the Crown prince of Urvasiratnapura in search for the beauty of the North Kingdom Utharabhaa in the forbidden dense forest of Mangalasuvidha. Ihitha Mallika and Aswamithra Ihithaswamithram [Coming soon...] NG

she is fire , sharp as sword, Ace of the underworld He is the only water which can extinguish her fire

Note: hey girlies, English is not my first tongue. so hope you guys bear my mistake and enjoy it. this story is based on a girl named ananya who accidentally gets into a matrix between two parallel worlds Earth and maayo . maayo is a world which follows monarchs and still has a connection with gods . the supreme god Vishnu, Shiva , brahma decided to create another world like Earth named maayo where people still in touch with divine and bless with divine powers. Read to discover how ananya fate is tangled with prince of maayo and their story begins despite the difference of origin and power

𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐩𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞. "𝐈 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤..." 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐫 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐦. "𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨.. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢... 𝐄𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐫 𝐍𝐚𝐦𝐚𝐧. 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧'𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞.. 𝐖𝐡𝐨 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐝𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.." 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝. "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤..." 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬. "𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐲 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢.." 𝐌𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐤 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦. 𝐍𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠. 𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐝𝐮𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐲𝐞𝐬. #1 in Wattpadindia (09/03/21) #1 in Mohabbat (21/02/21) #6 in General (16/02/21) #7 in historicalromance (10/02/21

I'll write it... Maybe end it in 20 chapters... Slow updates..

Princess Chitrangadha Singh of Mewar was born into a world of palaces, traditions, and expectations. Varnika Chundawat was born close enough to stand beside her... but never close enough to truly belong there. Raised together within the royal palace, what begins as childhood attachment slowly turns into something far more dangerous. Hidden glances become jealousy. Loyalty becomes longing. And the line between princess and companion begins to blur in ways neither of them can control. But in a kingdom where duty matters more than desire, some feelings are not meant to survive. A slow-burn royal romance filled with forbidden love, palace secrets, family expectations, heartbreak, and the kind of devotion that refuses to disappear. NOTE : Inspired by the beautiful Thai series The Loyal Pin, this story is my own Indian historical reimagining set in the royal palaces of Mewar. All credit for the original concept and emotional inspiration goes to the creators of The Loyal Pin, whose story inspired me deeply enough to imagine a version rooted in Indian royalty, traditions, and history.

She was called a curse. He was worshipped as a king. In the kingdom of Rajgad, Priyadarshini grew up blamed for misfortunes she never caused - silenced, judged, and forced to endure a world that decided her fate before she could even speak. Adiraj Singh Shaktawat was born into power. Trained to rule. Feared. Respected. They were never meant to exist in the same world. But when the king begins to notice the girl everyone else overlooks, something shifts - not loudly, not recklessly - but slowly. Dangerously. This is not a fairytale. No one comes to save her. And he cannot love freely without shaking the very throne he sits on. As royal politics tighten, secrets begin to unravel, and society draws cruel lines between status and shame, admiration turns into obsession, protection turns into conflict, and silence becomes rebellion. She was meant to remain a shadow. But shadows rise. And when they do, even kings are forced to choose. Will he protect the crown? Or the girl the kingdom calls a curse? Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not support child marriage. All characters, events, and places are either products of the author's imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. © The King's Eclipse - by sirann. All rights reserved.