No Running In My Lobby

This novel is not mine. I'm just a humble translator. Unicode ပြန်မွေးဖွားလာတဲ့ အမျိုးသမီးတစ်ယောက်အကြောင်း ဝတ္ထုထဲက ဇာတ်လိုက်မင်းသားရဲ့ မွေးစားအဖေဖြစ်သူ တင့်ရှဲ့ဟန်ဟာ တ-ရွှမ်မင်းဆက်မှာ နာမည်ကျော်လူပျိုကြီးတစ်ယောက်ဖြစ်တယ်။ စစ်နတ်ဘုရားလို့လည်း ဂုဏ်ပုဒ်ကြီးတဲ့ တင့်ရှဲ့ဟန်ဟာ အမျိုးသမီးတွေအတွက် အဆိပ်ရှိတဲ့ ဥစ္စာပေါရုပ်ချောခင်ပွန်းလောင်းလည်း ဖြစ်နေပါသေးတယ်။ သူ့ကို တသက်လုံး လူပျိုကြီးဘဝနဲ့ အရိုးထုတ်ရတော့မယ်လို့ အများက တစ်ထစ်ချယုံကြည်ထားကြပေမယ့် မြို့တော်မှာ ကောလဟလတစ်ခု ပြန့်လာခဲ့တယ်။ အဲ့ကောလဟလက တင့်ရှဲ့ဟန်ရဲ့ အရိုက်အရာဆက်ခံမယ့် မွေးစားသားဖြစ်သူနဲ့ စေ့စပ်ထားတာပျက်သွားတဲ့ ကျန်းနင်ဘောင်အမည်ရ ချန်နင်အိမ်တော်ရဲ့ စတုတ္ထမြောက်သခင်မလေးဟာ သူမ အရင်သတို့သားလောင်းရဲ့အမေဖြစ်ချင်နေတယ်ဆိုတာပါပဲ။

A Tibetan .. met in the Himalayan region of Tibet.

I was in love with a man I knew nothing about. Until I was wedded to the one I was destined for. I thought it would be easy to forget him and move on with my life. I was ready to give it a chance. He had broken my heart, after all. But things don't always go the way you want, do they? Everything changed when I stepped into this marriage and realized it needed me more than I needed it. I had a huge family. A whole line of brothers-in-law and a grumpy sister-in-law, who was also once my best friend. I did as I was told. I didn't even give it a thought, how drastically my life was about to change because of this decision. Love doesn't always bloom roses in your garden. Sometimes, it leaves behind dead trees that never bloom, no matter how many springs come and go. I was that tree. My husband was everything a woman could ask for. I don't know if he hated me or not... but I was certain I couldn't give him the true love he deserved. Every time I think of it, I realize I am just a withered Princess. No matter how many roses my husband blooms for me, I will always be crushed beneath the weight of my past and mistakes. As always, I found myself standing by the window, feeling the cold air kiss my cheeks while my husband slept on the bed behind me. I rubbed my arms to warm myself. The moon was pretty.

She died once. Forgotten by the world. But before darkness claimed her, one man reached out his hand. A prince she had never met. A kindness she could never repay. When fate grants Meera an impossible second life, she awakens years before the tragedy that once shattered her world. This time, she remembers everything. She remembers the conspiracies hidden behind palace walls. She remembers the poison. She remembers the day the only person who ever saw her worth died in her arms. She makes herself one promise. She will save her Rajkumar. Not because she expects him to remember her. Not because she hopes he will love her. But because he once saved a broken girl when no one else would. To protect him, Meera must hide the truth of who she is, navigate the deadly politics of Rajput royalty, and change a destiny that history insists cannot be rewritten. But fate is stubborn. And the closer she grows to the prince she swore only to protect, the harder it becomes to ignore the feelings neither of them ever expected. Some promises are stronger than destiny. And some love stories begin long before either heart realizes it.

In the brutal 15th century, where empires rose and fell on blood-soaked sands, an enmity demanded a merciless price. Agnijeet, the ruthless Rana of Mewar. He was carved from iron, reeking of war, and driven by a thirst of enimy's blood. He takes what he wants and crushes what stands in his way. Amidst the chaos of the battlefield, as blood rained over sword and shield, his lethal trajectory collided with a sudden web of cunning deceit and a captivating pair of green eyes. When the dust of that violent siege settles, he claims a war bride. She is dragged into his world of grand palaces and lethal shadows. With striking green eyes and a mind steeped in subtle deception, she is far more than a helpless captive. She carries dark secrets that could burn Mewar to ash, playing a dangerous game of power, hunger, and forbidden temptations beneath her veils. "Shohar? Kis baat ke shohar? Kis haq ki begum?" Dilshana's voice rang clear and fierce. "Hum is zabardasti ke rishte ko, is shadi ko sire se kharij karte hain! Na yeh magroor sipahsalar humare shohar hain, aur na hum inki begam! Jahan rishte zor-zabardasti aur lahu ki pyas par bandhe jayein, wahan sirf nafrat paida hoti hai. Hum is Iblis ko apna shohar kabhi nahi maanenge!" (Husband? Husband by what right? Wife by what right? I reject this forced relationship, this marriage completely! Neither is this arrogant commander my husband, nor am I his wife! Where relationships are tied by force and bloodlust, only hatred is born. I will never accept this devil as my husband!) Their marriage is a battlefield of powerplays and dark desire. As the lines between cold hatred and searing passion begin to blur in the quiet hours of the night, a far more dangerous question emerges. In a world built on deceit, betrayal, and relentless bloodshed, can two sworn enemies ever find true love, or will they simply destroy each other in the fire of their own vows?

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".

Seeking to institute the eternal rites of Pitrudev worship, Prajapati Daksh rejects the offer of a single, harmonious heir, demanding the God of Peace, Srinav, to manifest as three separate brothers representing Sattva, Rajas, and Tamas. What follows is a twenty-one-year nightmare of endless, brutal conflict that leaves Daksh entirely helpless against his own wish. Realizing his absolute failure, Daksh turns to Amarsri, the lone jewel of Srinav's heart, pleading with her to descend to Earth and marry the three brothers before they burn the world down. One Srinav was overwhelming enough to love. Now, Amarsri must face three separate men who share his soul, each claiming a piece of her heart with a fierce, intoxicating intensity of his own.

Natalia has her life all figured out. She only has one role. That is to protect her twin brother, The Crown Prince of Demotia, from every threat. She is exceptional at it and is winging it. That is until, She gets summoned to the capital of Athanasia-The Empire to which Demotia is subject, to compete with other 29 noble ladies for the heart of its Crown Prince. The infamous, cold, cruel, and ruthless Tyren of Athanasia. She hates the idea of it. She doesn't want to leave her kingdom and brother vulnerable, but she knows the best way to protect them is by walking into the lion's den. Will she survive it? Will she win the lion's heart? Is she just losing herself in the stakes of it all? Or will she find love? ⭐️⭐️⭐️ Story impressive ranking #1 in The Selection |23/04/2024| #1 in Princess |22/04/2023| #1 in Duty |13/04/2023| #1 in court |01/04/2023| #1 in ballroom |31/01/2023| #1 in Contest |26/04/2023| #1 in Season |15/06/2023| #1 in Bridgeton |26/07/2023| #1 in historical Romance |01/03/2024| #1 in Ball |19/10/2023| #3 in Royalty |27/06/2023| #11 in fiction |17/11/2022|

HISTORICAL REINCARNATION SERIES 2 [1875] Love and fate collide when the dead bride wakes in another's veil. - Date Started : April 11, 2024 Date Finished : - PLAGIARISM IS A CRIME!

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