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Naazuk Chand Aangan Mein
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Complete, First published Apr 18
Mature
In the misty hills of Rajgarh, a cast-out pregnant woman saves the fragile prince of a royal bloodline. Taken into the palace as a wet nurse, Anaya hides her unborn child while nursing the king's son back to health with the help of ancient lactation herbs. But as her bond with the baby deepens, so does the magnetic pull between her and the boy's father, Maharaja Aarav Devraj.

In a palace haunted by secrets, duty, and desire, love blossoms in the unlikeliest of places... beneath the moonlight, in a courtyard where nothing fragile stays untouched.
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In the lush heartland of 1900s Thanjavur, tradition ruled, and class dictated destiny. But fate had other plans. Geethanjali, the daughter of the loyal headmaid in the Sarpanch's mansion, lived in the shadows of silk sarees and whispered secrets. Dusky-skinned, soft, plump, and as gentle as the breeze that swept through the jasmine-scented corridors, she had only ever known fear and obedience. Until he returned. Srinivas Raghunathan-London-polished, sinfully handsome, rich, wild, and utterly untamed. The only heir to the Sarpanch's estate. The boy who left with books and dreams came back a man with vices and sins. Women were his pastimes. Wine was his truth. But when his eyes met Geethanjali's as she bent to collect a fallen brass pot near the temple steps-his world shifted. And his obsession began. What begins as fascination soon turns into something darker. He wants her. In his arms, in his bed, in his life. But can a master fall for a servant girl? Can the Sarpanch's blood mix with that of a maid's daughter? And when the house begins to whisper, when Geethanjali's innocence is seen as rebellion, when Srinivas's madness threatens to shake the very walls of the mansion-love may demand more than surrender. It might necessitate conflict.