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Rang-e-Ishq

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Votes 40
Parts 15
Time 1h 19m

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She was a princess born of fire And He was a conqueror forged in blood.

When Princess Devika Raghuvanshi, jewel of Rajputana, fasted on Karva Chauth for her fiance, she expected love, honor, and devotion. But the reflection in the river that night showed her not her fiancé's face-but the burning eyes of Sikandar Mohammad Mirza, Sultan of empires.

For her, it was an omen.
For him, it was destiny.

When her refusal became her father's last act of pride, Sikandar's sword ended her fiance life, and her kingdom was left with only two choices-surrender or burn. Devika was forced into marriage with the very man she hated, the man who had destroyed her world.

But hate is a fragile thing, easily consumed by the fire of obsession.
Behind palace doors, where desire tangled with defiance, every glance was a battle, every touch a war. She swore she would never bend. He vowed he would make her his, not by force, but by breaking every wall around her heart.

As kingdoms clash and blood stains the earth, a forbidden love is forged in shadows-slow, scorching, and unstoppable.

This is not a tale of gentle romance.
This is the story of a woman who defied fate, and a man who bent destiny to claim her.


🌑 Tropes in the Story

Enemies-to-Lovers → Hatred slowly burns into forbidden passion.

Forced Marriage / Political Alliance → She's given away like a political pawn.

Dark Obsession → Hero's ruthless and possessive love.

Powerful Heroine → She's talented in swordsmanship, archery, music, dance, and intellect.

Alpha Male Warrior → Fierce conqueror who bows only to her.

Slow-Burn Romance → Hate, denial, and temptation before surrender.

War & Betrayal → Kingdoms clash, blood is spilled, honor and revenge intermix.

Religious & Cultural Conflict → Hindu princess vs. Muslim emperor.

Intense Smut & Tension → Desire tangled with hate, restraint with fire.All Rights Reserved

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