Historias de Rajput

Two souls completely apart , different from each other yet bounded together by the sacred bond of marriage. One lives and breathes darkness with the witness of his painful past whereas the other lives and believes in hope and nurture the kindness which is lost somewhere even though carrying the baggage of her past which no one is aware of. Dive in to find the way they found and fell for eachother. It's like No one fell first but both fell harder for eachother.

"He builds walls. She's the only one who knows how to break them." To Ekansh, architecture is about control. To Shivanshi it's about truth. When the stoic, overprotective senior meets the reserved, observant fresher, the foundation of his carefully ordered world begins to crack. Set against the monsoon-soaked bricks of Ahmedabad, this is a story of tradition, ambition, and the silent spaces between words. Give this story a chance. Tropes✨: Senior × Junior (college) Architecture students Enemy's to lover Slow burn Protective sibling bond Quiet, emotionally reserved male lead Honest, female lead Slow character growth College life realism (studios, deadlines, pressure) Past trauma shaping present choices

Vishwaraj: "You should be very careful, Officer. People have lost everything for staring at me half as long as you just did." Maitrika: "I'm not staring, Kunwar Sa-I'm just trying to figure out if that's royal arrogance on your face or if you're just having an allergic reaction to being told 'no' Vishwaraj Singh Rathore - Hotelier & national shooter - Comes from a raj gharana (royal family) - Regal,Charming, the Sophisticated Playboy Him. He carried the quiet confidence of a champion who didn't need to prove his power; everyone already knew that when Vishwaraj Singh Rathore set his sights on a target whether a medal or a heart he never missed. Maitrika Rajawat - RAS officer - Comes from a middle class family background - Defiant, graceful, the sharp officer Her. Beneath her sharp cotton saris and official badge is a woman who has worked twice as hard to prove herself. Matrika was a name that made local corridors go quiet, she was a woman who had built her own throne, answering to no one but the constitution. _____________________________________________ Ranking- 4/340 in Rajput 43/1000+ in rajasthan 110/1000+ in desiromance

this story is based on my imagination. It's a Jungkook fanfiction where Jungkook character name is JAIDEV SINGH RATHORE.

This is a story of two people who come from completely different worlds. Rudraksh Sharma is a shy, well-mannered boy from a middle-class family in Delhi. He believes in respect, values, and keeping his head down. He doesn't speak much, but when he does, his words always carry depth. Ritika Rathod, on the other hand, belongs to a rich and traditional Rajasthani family. She has everything money can buy, but still stays grounded, soft-spoken, and respectful. She's the kind of girl who smiles politely, even when she's nervous inside. When fate brings them together in an arranged marriage, neither of them knows what to expect. There's no love at first sight. No loud confessions. Just two quiet souls trying to adjust, understand, and slowly... fall in love. A soft, slow-burn romance where emotions grow with time, and love comes without noise - just honesty, trust, and quiet companionship.

Can love conquer the shame of their past and the danger of the present? The brothers might have started their marriages out of obligation, but they will end up fighting for the women they never expected to adore. Ranvijay, Advait, and Dhruv are three powerful brothers. They love each other fiercely, but their marriages are cold and forced. Ranvijay is engaged to Mahika through an old family promise. Advait married the pregnant Aaradhya just to protect her name. And Dhruv despises Noor, the woman he rescued and married out of duty. Their lives are thrown into chaos when they move to the royal mansion for Ranvijay's coronation. On the day he is to become king, the body of their long-dead father is found. Suddenly, the brothers and their wives are trapped together in a murder mystery. They must now rely on each other to survive the scandal. As the search for the killer begins, the cold walls around their hearts crack. Fear brings them close, and protection turns into passion.

"Are you crazy?you come home instead of going to the hospital when I made just one call holding back tears.. "Hearing this, I smiled and said "for you I am ready to die sweetheart 💋

The story is about how a doctor fell for his arranged marriage wife .It also involves some mafia stuff .The main leads of the story is secret mafia .I hope you will love this story as its my first novel .please support .😊😅

𝕀𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕒𝕟 ℝ𝕠𝕪𝕒𝕝 ℝ𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖 🅾🅽🅶🅾🅸🅽🅶 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄 :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧ "The moment a Raja truly loves his bride - fate itself will take her life." ----------------------✨MOMENT✨------------------------ Meera looked up from the marigolds. He stood at the edge of the garden, watching her. "𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟." She lowered her gaze for a moment, then spoke softly. "𝕀 𝕔𝕠𝕞𝕖 𝕖𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕪 𝕕𝕒𝕪, 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕛." "𝕀 𝕜𝕟𝕠𝕨 He stepped closer, his presence quieter now, heavier somehow. "𝕀'𝕧𝕖 𝕓𝕖𝕖𝕟 𝕨𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘." She swallowed, fingers tightening slightly around the flowers. "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕙𝕠𝕦𝕝𝕕𝕟'𝕥 𝕤𝕒𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥." He tilted his head, studying her. "𝕎𝕙𝕪 𝕟𝕠𝕥?" She hesitated, then looked away. "𝔹𝕖𝕔𝕒𝕦𝕤𝕖 𝕀'𝕞 𝕒 𝕕𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕖𝕣. 𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖-" He cut her off, voice softer now as he knelt beside her. "𝔸 𝕞𝕒𝕟... 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒 𝕞𝕒𝕟." She shook her head faintly. "𝕐𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕟𝕠𝕥 𝕛𝕦𝕤𝕥 𝕒𝕟𝕪𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘." A small smile tugged at his lips. "ℕ𝕖𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 𝕒𝕣𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦." She looked away again, almost as if the moment had grown too heavy. "𝔸𝕣𝕛𝕦𝕟-" He went completely still. "𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕤𝕒𝕚𝕕 𝕞𝕪 𝕟𝕒𝕞𝕖." Her breath hitched slightly. "𝕊𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕪... 𝕄𝕒𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕒𝕛 𝕛𝕚." Something softened in his eyes. "𝕀 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕥." She stood quickly, startled by her own words. Flowers slipped from her basket and she walked away quickly

The story "Sangharsh" is set in 1570 in Hindustan and revolves around the character of Princess Prabhavathi of the kingdom of Prakaash Ghar. Captured and humiliated by King Gangadhar Rao, Patralekha remains defiant despite her captivity. She is eventually rescued by her fiancé, Uday Singh, and his militia, who break into the prison and free her. Upon her return home, Patralekha faces scorn and shame from her family and the court, who view her survival as a dishonor. A month later, she encounters King Dev Chandra Chauhan. Though they do not meet face-to-face, they share a meaningful conversation, and the king is impressed by her character. At the same time Musafir Ali Bano takes Agra and become the prince of the Mughal empire. Musafir and Prabhavati's lifes will now be entangled, with the two of them being the same age they both will have to take responsibilities for their land.

What happens when two people who never confessed their feelings to one another? What happens when they meet again after years? Will all the feelings fill over with a bang?

--- Pyaare Readers, What happens when an age-old royal legacy collides with today's modern dreams? This is the story of Prince Karanveer Singh Rathore - not your typical fairytale prince. He's suave, Oxford-educated, yet carries centuries of Rajputana pride in his veins. "A royal bloodline. A modern heart. And a love they can't escape." Talwar chalani bhi aati hai... aur boardroom sambhalna bhi. And then there's Divya, yaani Noor - a girl from a humble Brahmin background, with sapne bade aur dil aur bhi bada. She belongs to a world far away from palaces, yet fate pulls her right into its heart. They met by chance... stayed by choice... Aur unka pyaar? Timeless. Boundless.Dangerous. Kabhi dard, kabhi junoon... this love will face family honor, buried secrets, and choices that could either rewrite their destiny - or end it forever. This is my first ever creation, so show some love, and brace yourself for a saga that blends heritage, heartbreak... and haunting romance. ❤️ "From palaces to promises - a love that's both timeless and forbidden." ---

The story about Prithviraj Rathore is extinct many people forgot Prithviraj Rathore story. The story is real but some scenes and dialogues are fictional. I wrote on the basis of told and untold story. Some story lining are fictional and some are non-functional 🗡️ 🦅📿Shree om karni namah

Love has different shades Love can be soft or hard Cold or hot Wild or mild Shocking or Protecting Love is eclectic or electric. Firdaus princess of Delhi. Very innocent but strong . Her father never liked her . He got his daughter married to his enemy's son Ranjit Singh who is already married to Rajkumari Padmavati . Her husband never looks towards her. He hates her. Because she is muslim not a Hindu . Will she ever win their hearts . What happens if she fall for her husband will he accept her or not. Join this journey of a princess . How she will handle all this situation ? This story is a collab of me and @mrinalida8197 Beautiful Cover by @xCherryBlossomx__ Winner of Morphank Award Fanfiction Genre.

He took a tough decision to protect a woman's dignity as well as his clan's pride. What will be the outcome? Will he be able to accept a girl who is born and brought up in a Harem? Will a illegitimate child be able to get into a legitimate and dignified relationship? Let's Find out

Kabir Rajput × Adhaya sharma He stood on world stages, drenched in strobe lights and screaming crowds. She stood in library corners, lost in stories no one else cared to read. Kabir Rajput was a name the world worshipped. India's pride. The globe's obsession. A voice that ruled music charts, a face on every screen, a storm in human form. Wild. Unapologetic. Unreachable. "I'm not your dream. I'm your heartbreak in disguise." - Kabir Rajput His fans believed he was magic. And he loved them-loudly, fiercely. But when the cameras went off, what remained was a man ice-cold to the world, untouched by love, addicted to solitude. Adhaya was nothing like the people he knew. Quiet. Introverted. A soft whisper in a noisy world. No dreams of fame. No hunger for glamour. Just books, rainy evenings, and her tiny, unnoticed life. And yet-he noticed her. She didn't chase him. She didn't flinch at his coldness. She didn't try to fix his broken parts. She just existed... gently... in a world that screamed. "You don't have to sing for the world, Kabir. Sometimes, one heart is enough to hear you." - Adhaya He had everything. She had nothing. But maybe, just maybe- She was the only truth in his world of lies. And he... He was the only chaos she ever craved. "The world hears my songs... but only she made me feel them." This is not just a love story. It's the silence between two people who never belonged- until they did. "The Song I Sang for Her" - a melody born not from fame, but from the ache of finally being seen.

A collection of Short stories of both Dark and Soft romance. The 1st Story: Love Me Like You Do •Avyansh x Adira ~CEO x PA ~Arrange Marriage ~Age Gap ~Forced Proximity

In the heart of Jaipur's old haveli, Roopanjan and his friend navigate the intricate layers of heritage and identity. Roopanjan, disenchanted with his brief stint in bustling Bombay, seeks solace in the quietude of his home, while Meera, a lifelong resident of Bombay, finds herself drawn to Jaipur's history and cultural depth. Their encounter sparks a journey of exploration and learning, where they confront questions of identity, belonging, tradition, and the allure of the unfamiliar. As they weave through the Jaipur's storied lanes, alleys and people, their contrasting perspectives blend into a shared anticipation for the unexpected, perhaps even the improbable - like snow in Jaipur - a whimsical metaphor for the transformative power of embracing new beginnings.

This story is about two people who meet in 2024 and slowly become close friends. Vani, a 15 year warm and talkative girl falls in love with Raj. Raj, a serious but emotional boy does not realize his feelings at that time. 2025 separates them, and they stop talking completely. Years pass, and life takes them in different directions. But fate brings them together again during a government mission in mountains of Sikkim, Working together awakens memories they thought were forgotten. Old feelings resurface in the silence of mountains and shared moments. They are forced to face the truth of what they once lost. This is a story of second chances, healing, and love that waits for the right time. He smile softly. "You know, Vani... even after all these years, you still talk the same. Non-stop." She Smirk."Oh please, Raj. Someone has to talk when you decide to stay silent like a statue." Do you think fate will finally be kind to them, or will their past stand between what they still feel and what they deserve?