Indianroyalty Stories

Aryaman Rathore x Amaira Rana Aryaman Rathore (Age - 28) Height: 6'1". A ruthless Crown Prince, cold-hearted, egoistic, and arrogant. Amaira Rana (Age - 24) Height: 5'4" (Once Arya Arora) A soft-hearted princess, soft-spoken but strong personality. My one and only friend gifted me a novel, and I read it from beginning to end and I hating every single page. The plot was frustrating, and the characters were unbearable, especially the main lead. He was so cruel; it was so frustrating, and I swore I would never read it again. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. When I opened my eyes, I found myself trapped inside the very novel I hated the most, and the cruelest part is that I am not the female lead What will happen when the person she hates becomes obsessed with her? How will she handle her situation?

Udaipur's cold and calculating politician prince caught in a blush for the first time! The reason? His newly wedded wife's smiling gaze across the young princess's dance floor ...

They still whisper their names when the wind moves across the desert - Ishani of Mewar, whose kindness healed a broken people, and Rudra Veer of Marwar, whose fury nearly tore the world apart. She was born where the lakes met the morning light - gentle, radiant, loved by all. He was raised in the land of fire - fierce, proud, and bound to vengeance. Fate made them enemies. Love made them eternal. And though kingdoms fell and centuries changed, the echoes of their story remain - a reminder that even in the fiercest storms, the moon still finds a way to shine.

He was the bodyguard's son. She was a royal princess. Aarav spent years running away from feelings, memories, and love itself... until Meher walked into his life like chaos wrapped in moonlight. She laughed too loudly. He stayed too silent. She was full of life. He was surviving one day at a time. But some hearts fall in love before the mind even realizes it. And sometimes... the most dangerous love stories begin with a single look.

She was promised a quarter of a kingdom. He was raised to rule without a heart. Princess Mrinalini Rajvanshi never desired a throne - only a purpose beyond it. King Aditya Raghuwanshi never desired love - only power and obedience. But when politics binds them in a marriage forged by threats and pride, vows are exchanged... not of affection, but of survival. In a world of jealous princes, scheming queens, and blood-bound ambitions, love may become the most dangerous rebellion of all. Will their empire be built on trust... or shattered by betrayal?

Meera Sharma never believed in fairy tales. A 21-year-old law student from Indore, she lived for her books, her Kathak, and her quiet, ordinary life. But a spontaneous trip to Udaipur with her best friend changes everything. At a royal cultural event, her grace catches the eye of Veer Singh Rathore - the 28-year-old King of Udaipur. Tall, impossibly handsome, and dangerously unreadable, Veer is more than just a monarch. Beneath the gold crown lies the ruthless head of a secret mafia empire. One glance turns into an obsession. Within weeks, emissaries from the palace arrive at Meera's home with a marriage proposal her family is too dazzled to refuse. And so, Meera finds herself a queen overnight - but in a palace that feels more like a gilded cage. Veer is cold, distant, and burdened by shadows she doesn't understand. As whispers of his criminal empire reach her ears and dangerous enemies close in, Meera must navigate the treacherous line between royal duty and personal freedom. But the more she sees beyond Veer's armor, the harder it becomes to deny the pull between them. A marriage born of obsession. A king torn between love and power. And a queen who must decide if she can survive - or rule - in his world. A slow-burn, royal-mafia romance set against the breathtaking backdrop of Rajasthan - where love is as dangerous as it is irresistible.

When the real identities uncover, a new journey will begin in both of their lives. The beginning might be filled with flowers but the Endgame could become a crown full of thrones. The journey begins in the Sleeper class on the train but ends on a path nobody wants to take. From strangers to enemies to lover turned traitor. Which one will Kuwarsa choose to see Vanshi as. ♥︎••○●☆Vanshi x Kuwarsa ANANT ☆●○••♥︎ This is #2 part of The ROYALTY series

"Aap humari mulaqaat ko... ek khawab samajh kar bhool gayi... Aor humne ussi ek mulaqaat ko... apna mukaddar maan liya...." ꫂ❁ ----------------------------------------------------------- A girl silenced by her own blood. She was cast away for speaking the truth, left to drown in a world that never listened. He had locked his heart behind iron walls, ruling a kingdom with ice in his veins and fire in his past. But fate does not knock softly. It crashes, collides, and weaves two broken paths into one. She... with her trembling voice and stubborn spark. He... with his guarded soul and eyes that never forget. In the deserts of Modhpur, where silence echoes louder than words.... a story begins. A story Of pain. Of healing. Of rebellion against everything they were told to be. And of a love that doesn't arrive like a storm... but like a whisper that refuses to leave.

𝙎𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙨𝙩𝙤𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙧𝙚 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙞𝙣𝙠. 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙞𝙧𝙨 𝙬𝙖𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙗𝙡𝙤𝙤𝙙. Veer Raj Rathore, the last heir of the Rathore Empire, carries the weight of his royal lineage on his shoulders. A celebrated historian and future king, he believes in duty, legacy, and the power of the past. But when an ancient prophecy leads him to an abandoned palace, he comes face to face with Aarzoo Mirza-a fiery, stubborn journalist who seems to know things about his past she shouldn't. Aarzoo has spent her life revising history, never realizing she was living one written centuries ago. When she visits the palace for inspiration, visions of another life begin haunting her-a life where she was Meher Bano Mirza, an assassin sworn to kill the prince she loved. As forgotten memories resurface, so do old betrayals, forbidden love, and a truth someone is still trying to bury. Veer and Aarzoo were enemies in the past. Strangers in the present. But fate isn't done with them yet. Will they break the cycle of destiny, or will history claim them once more? A tale of reincarnation, royal secrets, and a love that defied empires. Enemies-to-lovers | Indian Royalty | Slow-burn romance | Reincarnation Mystery *The images I am using here in this story are not mine I got them from Pinterest kindly do not call me on that*

She was born with a crown on her head and shackles on her wrists. He was raised with a sword in his hand and walls around his heart. Princess Anaya Rathore of Udaipur has everything.....silks, jewels, a palace of marble and gold. But what she craves is freedom. Behind her smiles and perfect posture lies a girl who dreams of walking through bazaars, tasting street food, and falling in love on her own terms. Prince Aryan Singh Rajawat of Jaipur is just her opposite.....cold, unyielding, and feared as much as he is respected. To him, love is weakness and duty is everything. He swore never to let his heart decide his fate. But when politics force their kingdoms into an engagement neither of them desires, sparks ignite in palace corridors. What begins as a battle of wills soon turns into something far more dangerous....stolen glances, whispered promises, and a forbidden tenderness hidden beneath veils of duty. And yet, every love story in a palace comes with a price. Because in a world where crowns are heavier than hearts, can love ever be chosen... or is it always commanded?

"What's your game, Y/n?" Jungkook's voice cut through the silence, low and intense. "You've been playing the role too well. It's almost suspicious." Y/n's eyes flashed with defiance as she crossed her arms. "You think everything is a game, don't you? Maybe I'm just trying to survive this situation." He stepped closer, his frustration palpable, his eyes narrowed with mistrust. "Your sister wanted my money. How do I know you're any different?" Y/n's anger flared. "I am not my sister. Stop comparing us. I agreed to this marriage because I refuse to be a coward." Jungkook's gaze was icy, unyielding. "Strength or stubbornness? You can't fool me, Y/n. I know there's something you're hiding." "Maybe both," she shot back, her voice trembling with intensity. He scoffed, the suspicion never leaving his eyes. "Don't play games with me. I've seen enough gold diggers to recognize one." For a moment, the distance between them seemed insurmountable, the air crackling with unresolved animosity. Y/n's chest heaved with the effort to keep her composure, but she met his gaze head-on, her resolve unwavering. "Believe what you want, Jungkook," she said, her voice steady. "But I won't let your paranoia dictate my life. I am not my sister." Jungkook stared at her, the hard lines of his face betraying nothing but relentless doubt. "We'll see about that," he murmured coldly.

Prince Arjun, heir to the Suryapur throne, is betrothed to Princess Meera, a spirited and independent young woman from a neighboring kingdom. Their union, meant to strengthen alliances, is celebrated by all-but Arjun's heart remains unsettled. Since childhood, his closest bond has been with Anjali, a vivacious friend who has just returned to the kingdom after years abroad. Though modern and independent, Anjali finds herself caught between family expectations and her growing feelings for Rajesh, Arjun's loyal friend. Rajesh, a trusted diplomat with an unshakable sense of duty, harbors his own unspoken love for Anjali. Torn between his loyalty to Arjun and his longing for Anjali, he struggles to find where his heart truly belongs. As the festival unfolds, emotions run high. Hidden feelings come to light, relationships are tested, and every character must confront the choices that will shape their future. Will Arjun honor his duty or follow his heart? Can Anjali and Rajesh overcome the obstacles between them? And will Meera find her own voice in a world steeped in tradition? Ishq Ka Safar is a tale of love and loyalty, where the grandeur of royalty meets the intimate struggles of the heart. Amidst vibrant celebrations and quiet moments of introspection, each character embarks on a journey to discover what love truly means.

She's chaos of every corner. He's silence sharper than a sword. What happens when a walking, talking disaster is forced to marry a living, breathing storm? In the majestic corridors of Devgarh, where tradition rules and silence is sacred, King Rudraayan Singh Rathore - a cold, deadly calm ruler with eyes that can freeze a room, has never bowed to anyone but his Rajmata. Discipline is his legacy, command his habit, and emotions? A weakness he buried long ago. Enter Princess Aadhira Verma of Anantya - sunshine dipped in glitter, drama queen by birth, rebellion by choice. Loud, unpredictable, clumsy yet charming, she's the royal family's headache and heartbeat. She doesn't walk into rooms - she explodes into them, dragging chaos like a train of her lehenga. When a political alliance forces them into an arranged marriage, both royals are equally horrified. But destiny, gossip-hungry media, and one very clever Rajmata have other plans to bring them together. Now stuck under one roof with palace traditions, dramatic BFFs, mischievous royal brothers, and some very nosy staff, the war begins with stolen glances, spicy one liners, royal-level kand, and a whole lot of suppressed attraction. In a world where legacy weighs more than love can a storm and a wildfire ever fall for each other... without burning down the palace first?

A Desi Mafia story 𝓐𝓪𝓭𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱 𝓡𝓪𝓳𝓹𝓾𝓽 She's the only daughter of the Rajput family in the last 5 generations. Her father is the current King of Rajasthan making her the beloved princess. But alas, no one can have everything in the world, some people have to compromise. Poor Aadhira has to compromise with her family ... "Aapko mere liye kuch nahi laane ki jaroorat hai. Mai sab ke pyaar aur aashirwaad se hi kush hu. Jab tak mere saath mere parivaar wale hai tab tak mai kushi kushi mar sakti hu." 𝓢𝓲𝓭𝓱𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓐𝓻𝔂𝓪𝓷 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓪 The oldest son of Vikram Raj Singhania, the legendary mobster. Being raised in the mobster world has only taught him one thing, "Don't trust strangers and guard your loved ones with your life". He doesn't do 'feelings' and rejects the idea of being close to anyone other than his family. "Meri jaan main duniya aapke pairo par leke aa jaunga agar uska matlab hota hai ki aap mere se ek second ke liye bhi baat kare" Tropes: Mafia x Royalty Arranged Marriage CEO x Doctor Touch her you die He fell first and harder Shy FMC Possessive MMC

Cover by @-qwnyslays Princess Arundhati Vasukarani is a beloved figure among her subjects, renowned for her compassion, courage and wisdom. Enter Vitrasamba, the Silkha Prince, who is determined to control both her and her kingdom of Lasya. She struggles to prevent a marriage that was unwanted and being thrown into dangerous attempts against her will. But through it all, love still managed to find its way. Arundhati's heart did not desire Vitrasamba, instead her soul is connected with Sarvendra, the orphaned Crown Prince of Uttardiksha who is striving for justice in his late father's kingdom. By the dawn of affection between them, they know peril is not far off! Blocked by the intrigues of providence, can they reunite once more?

Vanhishikha - the Princess of Vajragiri is set to be crowned the next Queen of the kingdom. However, a series of rebellions and disturbances push the crowning ceremony back. She must suppress the rebellion and unearth a new conspiracy, raising the hood in her kingdom if she wants to save her people. Agnimitra - the second Prince of Kaveripuram and the sworn protector of his elder brother Mahendra - has his task cut out in the form of protecting his brother from a deadly attack. He must save the Crown Prince if he wants to protect Kaveripuram. With their tasks cut out and enmity brewing between these kingdoms, what will happen when Vajragiri and Kaveripuram finally meet on the battlefield? Added to it, Agnimitra has always loved Vanhishikha.

He had a past, she a present. When they collide fragmentation of lives is inevitable. But cleaning the shards is no easy , throwing them away equally painful. Sometimes the third option is needed to implemented, framing these broken shards of life anew is the necessity. His blue heart found home in the tender sacred blue lotus she was. But the lake that surrounded her was not easy to cross nor would it be easy for them to stay afloat all the time. Join the journey of our favourite genius billionaire playboy philanthropist in some of the hardest yet most beautiful sailings of his life.

They said marriage would bring love - gentle, warm, lasting. But mine began with silence... and ended in suspicion.I crossed into Dakshavala with jasmine in my hair and dreams in my eyes. Atharv Rana, the man I had adored since childhood, married me out of duty.And this is how my story began -