My Hermit
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  • Parts 5
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  • Reads 32
  • Votes 7
  • Parts 5
  • Time 12m
Ongoing, First published May 12
Rajbeer. A name which brings shiver down his competitors. No one dares to go against him as he is the next in king of Rajasthan.A Cold, aloof ceo as the world knows. But he has a pure heart which beats for his family and for his state. A family man. A caring brother. A loving son. And a highly concerned prince with no greed, no arrogance, no status quo, ready to help anyone. He is every mother's son. But what about a loving husband????

Kreeti. A lost soul who colors everyone's life with her beautiful voice. An orphan, or you can say a daughter of god. Single child but lost her family when she was five. She has seen everything in her life which made her grow stronger and stronger. She has so much love to give others but still craves for that one love who could bring her soul back to life.

Hello everyone. This is my very first work. I can't promise I'll be very good. But I'll definitely try to bring a beautiful story which will calm your mind.
Updates will be done on a daily basis, if(only if) I'm going out or I'm busy then I'll inform in advance. hope you would like my story and please do comment so as to let me know where I'm wrong. Negative criticisms also accepted. Thank you in advance💜
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This was my first time. I patiently waited for the man Dua Begum told me would be my first to bed with. After starting to bleed two years ago, my stepmother left me at a pleasure house when my father abandoned us. Since then, I've accepted the pleasure house as my new home. He walked in a black Kurta with subtle green eyes and a deep voice. The moment he asked my name and age and then proposed to me for the wedding, I fell in love. There was no denying it. I was just fifteen, and he was nineteen. But, ever since the night of our wedding, he has not come back to take me with him to his home. He left me alone, stranded, burning for him. I did not know who he was. What did he do? All I knew was that he was the soul of my World. My Jaan-e-Jahan. Seven years later, he came back as a storm in my life. As Sultan Rehman Sulaiman. The son of the man who took everything from my family, even before my birth. The reason I ended up in the Pleasure House in the first place. But my love for my husband, the Sultan, is bigger than the mountains, deeper than the oceans, and wider than the skies, even though he is himself a Mountain, impossible to move, an ocean, scaring people to stay away, and a wide sky, impossible to reach. Discipline is everything for him. He is full of love and respect for his family but equally heartless and dangerous toward those who cross him. And, in all of this, I entered his life as a burning flame, a tiny candle's flame, dancing for his attention, crying for his affection, and dying for his love. Until he killed my only loved one. My love died. And, his never bloomed. I was once a bud, unbloomed Rose, who opened my deep red petals for him, and he turned them black, leaving me forgotten inside the dying pages. Was I always forgotten for him? Did he never consider me anything more than a mere responsibility? Will I always be remembered as Bride of Sultan ~ The Forgotten Rose? Mature Content!!! @Copyright 2025