HIS FIRST QUEEN

HIS FIRST QUEEN

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Fiction
Historical
Royalty
Romance
Second Chance
Maharani Nayantara is waiting for her husband to come back from his royal conquest of winning over the neighboring territories. When he arrives, he brings with him a changed life for Nayantara. He brings a co-wife! This was the time of kings and queens. The times when legends and legacies existed. This was the time when women had to keep quiet when their husbands took other wives. Will Nayantara keep quiet? Will she sacrifice her rights to another woman who claimed she was perfect for her husband? Join Nayantara in the journey of her life living as the first wife. Will she be able to pull off a happy ending? Read to know.
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A legendary King who saved their kingdom from brutal invaders and the humble brahmin's (ascetic) daughter. • King gets obsessed with her and forcefully marry her. • Strong female lead x Love sick Male lead. • FL tries to get revenge for what he does to her, follow the journey to see if she can escape from him, or fall for him. • Geographical location is Kashmir. ••• "Will you fight me too, your majesty?" A commanding voice cut through the crowd, drawing all eyes to the arena. At once, everyone knelt. "Hail to the savior of Kali Kingdom!" Shivani's gaze shifted, meeting her husband's smirking eyes. Dressed in green, he stood at the edge, watching her like a hunter sizing up his prey. Her smile faded, replaced by cold resolve. "I am not a warrior, Maharaja," she stated. "Just a teacher. My work here is done." "Rise," he ordered softly, eyes still locked on hers. As the men stood, he stepped forward, his smile deepening. "I, too, wish to learn. I shall pay a suitable fees. Don't worry." Her jaw tightened. "I have nothing to teach the great King," she said, laced with sarcasm. "I'm just a mere woman correcting mistakes-while you, of course, are flawless." Unfazed, he removed his rings one by one, handing them to a servant. "It's a humble request, Maharani. Please teach me. How can you judge my skill without facing me?" Her grip on the sword tightened. He had struck a nerve. "Fine," she snapped. With a sharp swing, she stepped back, putting space between them. A sword was placed in his hand. With a slight nod, he raised it, ready for battle. • • •

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