Indianroyalty Stories

In a world of grandeur, secrets, and legacy... destiny doesn't ask, it commands. Aaradhana, a quiet yet fierce young woman with a haunting past, never imagined her life would entangle with royalty. When she's suddenly chosen to marry into the regal and powerful Rajput Rathore dynasty, it isn't love that brings her into the palace-it's replacement. The ristha was for Tanisha but aaradhana was forced . She wasn't the bride they wanted. She was the bride they needed. But at what cost? As Aaradhana begins her new life in the royal palace, she finds herself trapped in a web of hidden truths, ancient traditions, and a prince-Yugveer Singh Rathore-whose heart seems just as locked as the gates of the haveli. Yet, beneath the silence, their eyes speak the language of unsaid pain... and unshed love. Can a girl meant to be forgotten become unforgettable? Will a marriage born out of obligation turn into something deeper? When power, pride, and passion collide, only one woman can rewrite fate... She isn't the first choice. She is The Royal Replacement.

Rudraansh Singh Rathore rules Devgarh with steady hands and a heart that rarely bends. To his people, he is their king. To Vaidehi, he has always simply been Rudra - the boy who once dragged her through palace corridors, the friend who never let her go, the man whose rare smiles are hers alone. Vaidehi was never born royal, yet the palace has always been her home. Daughter of the king's most trusted minister, she grew up beside Rudraansh - his confidante, his sparring partner, his Mishti. And though the world sees only a courtier's daughter, to him she is irreplaceable. As the palace bustles with festivals, family bonds, and whispered marriage proposals, one truth grows harder to ignore: sometimes the quietest bond burns brighter than any crown.

ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ ʟᴏᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴀᴡᴀʏ, ᴇᴠᴇʀʏ ꜱᴄᴀʀ ʜɪᴅᴅᴇɴ ʙᴇɴᴇᴀᴛʜ ᴅɪꜱᴄɪᴘʟɪɴᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏᴍᴘᴏꜱᴜʀᴇ. ʜᴇ ʟᴇᴀʀɴᴇᴅ ᴇᴀʀʟʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜰᴇᴇʟɪɴɢꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴅᴀɴɢᴇʀᴏᴜꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀᴛᴛᴀᴄʜᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ʟᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʟᴏꜱꜱ. ꜰᴏʀ ʜɪᴍ, ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ʟɪᴀʙɪʟɪᴛɪᴇꜱ . ꜱʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀꜱ ɴᴏᴛ. ꜱᴏꜰᴛ ʏᴇᴛ ᴜɴʙʀᴇᴀᴋᴀʙʟᴇ, ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ʏᴇᴛ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀꜰᴜʟ, ᴀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱᴛɪʟʟ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇᴅ ɪɴ ʟɪɢʜᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀ ʟɪꜰᴇ ᴛʀɪᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴍ ɪᴛ. ꜱʜᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀɪᴇᴅ ᴘᴀɪɴ ᴛᴏᴏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪɴꜱᴛᴇᴀᴅ ᴏꜰ ʜᴀʀᴅᴇɴɪɴɢ, ꜱʜᴇ ᴄʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ᴋᴇᴘᴛ ʜᴇʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ ᴏᴘᴇɴ. ʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʟᴏɢɪᴄ. ꜱʜᴇ ʟɪᴠᴇᴅ ʙʏ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ꜱᴇᴀʀᴄʜɪɴɢ ꜰᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴅɪᴅɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇʟɪᴇᴠᴇ ɪɴ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ. ʙᴜᴛ ᴅᴇꜱᴛɪɴʏ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ'ᴛ ᴀꜱᴋ ᴘᴇʀᴍɪꜱꜱɪᴏɴ. ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏɴɴᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ɢʀᴏᴡ ꜱʟᴏᴡʟʏ; ᴛʜᴇʏ ɪɢɴɪᴛᴇ. ᴡʜᴇɴ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅꜱ ʙᴇɢɪɴ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟɪɢɴ,ᴛʜᴇ ᴘᴀꜱᴛ ꜱᴛɪʀꜱ. ꜱʜᴀᴅᴏᴡꜱ ᴄʀᴇᴇᴘ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇʀ. ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀɪᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇɴ'ᴛ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴇᴀꜱʏ-ᴛʜᴇʏ'ʀᴇ ᴍᴇᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴇꜱᴛᴇᴅ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀ ɢᴇɴᴛʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ.ɪᴛ'ꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏʟʟɪꜱɪᴏɴ-ʙᴇᴛᴡᴇᴇɴ ꜰᴇᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴀɪᴛʜ, ʟᴏɢɪᴄ ᴀɴᴅ ᴇᴍᴏᴛɪᴏɴ, ᴄᴏɴᴛʀᴏʟ .

"A tale woven with passion and mystery - his obsession collides with her innocence, sparking a love that is both tender and intense. Beneath the romance lies a world of secrets and drama, where every hidden truth threatens to change everything. A story of love, vulnerability, and the dangerous allure of desire."

A Desi Mafia story 𝓐𝓪𝓭𝓱𝓲𝓻𝓪 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱 𝓡𝓪𝓳𝓹𝓾𝓽 She's the only daughter of the Rajput family in the last 5 generations. Her father is the current King of Rajasthan making her the beloved princess. But alas, no one can have everything in the world, some people have to compromise. Poor Aadhira has to compromise with her family ... "Aapko mere liye kuch nahi laane ki jaroorat hai. Mai sab ke pyaar aur aashirwaad se hi kush hu. Jab tak mere saath mere parivaar wale hai tab tak mai kushi kushi mar sakti hu." 𝓢𝓲𝓭𝓱𝓪𝓪𝓷𝓽 𝓐𝓻𝔂𝓪𝓷 𝓢𝓲𝓷𝓰𝓱𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓪 The oldest son of Vikram Raj Singhania, the legendary mobster. Being raised in the mobster world has only taught him one thing, "Don't trust strangers and guard your loved ones with your life". He doesn't do 'feelings' and rejects the idea of being close to anyone other than his family. "Meri jaan main duniya aapke pairo par leke aa jaunga agar uska matlab hota hai ki aap mere se ek second ke liye bhi baat kare" Tropes: Mafia x Royalty Arranged Marriage CEO x Doctor Touch her you die He fell first and harder Shy FMC Possessive MMC

Avantika Mehra never imagined her spontaneous trip to Udaipur would turn her entire world upside down. A feisty, sarcastic nineteen-year-old with a heart full of dreams (and a suitcase full of dinosaur pajamas), she was content with her college life, loud friends, and perfectly ordinary chaos. But fate had other plans-ones that came wrapped in a crisp white shirt, navy blue pants, and sunglasses. Prince Abhimanyu Singh Rajput was supposed to be untouchable-royalty, tradition, and diplomacy all rolled into one dangerously charming package. But when he sets his eyes on Avantika, he tosses protocol aside, pretending to be a commoner just to win her heart. What begins as a secret romance turns into something neither of them can contain. From late-night cuddles and stolen kisses to political pressure and royal ultimatums, Avantika is thrown headfirst into a world of velvet luxury, judgmental traditions, and a choice she never thought she'd have to make: give up her love or give up her freedom. In a palace where every hallway has ears and every headline stings, can love really win?

There are a lot of things tourist can do when they go to a new city, like- visiting the local tourist spots, go sightseeing, eating at the popular restaurants and even resorting to googling facts about the place. However, Aarana and her friends have other plans. Having gone through a major breakup, her friends decide the best to dive Into the part of moving on is by going on dates. Little does she know, that she would end up on a date with the future king of Jaipur. They say love knocks on your door, when you least expect it- join Aarana and His Highness, The Crowned Prince of Jaipur, Veer Jaidev-Jayant Singh Rathore ll, on a journey which neither of them saw coming filled with unexpected turns of love, magic and royalty.

"What's your game, Y/n?" Jungkook's voice cut through the silence, low and intense. "You've been playing the role too well. It's almost suspicious." Y/n's eyes flashed with defiance as she crossed her arms. "You think everything is a game, don't you? Maybe I'm just trying to survive this situation." He stepped closer, his frustration palpable, his eyes narrowed with mistrust. "Your sister wanted my money. How do I know you're any different?" Y/n's anger flared. "I am not my sister. Stop comparing us. I agreed to this marriage because I refuse to be a coward." Jungkook's gaze was icy, unyielding. "Strength or stubbornness? You can't fool me, Y/n. I know there's something you're hiding." "Maybe both," she shot back, her voice trembling with intensity. He scoffed, the suspicion never leaving his eyes. "Don't play games with me. I've seen enough gold diggers to recognize one." For a moment, the distance between them seemed insurmountable, the air crackling with unresolved animosity. Y/n's chest heaved with the effort to keep her composure, but she met his gaze head-on, her resolve unwavering. "Believe what you want, Jungkook," she said, her voice steady. "But I won't let your paranoia dictate my life. I am not my sister." Jungkook stared at her, the hard lines of his face betraying nothing but relentless doubt. "We'll see about that," he murmured coldly.

From afar - Madhavgarh is as much a royalty as any other small erstwhile princely states. After all, what could be different for a princely state in the 21st century. But the politics inside the palace and the evil lurking around the corner make this place so different. Not everything is simple, not everyone is trustworthy. There is much more to it than what meets the eyes. DISCLAIMER: This story is a work of fiction and bears no resemblance to any person, place,situation, character, organization or any of the customs. All the places in this story are completely fictional. Any resemblance is completely coincidental. We do not mean to hurt any religious sentiments. This is an original work and should not be produced or published anywhere without our permission.

In the court of Mahishmati, beauty blooms like danger-and no throne is ever silent. Princess Devika Baahubali was born into power, raised with poise, and trained in every art of courtly charm-except patience. With a kingdom at peace and a parade of tiresome suitors at her feet, her greatest enemy has always been boredom. Until he arrives. Aditya of Neetashtra is everything Mahishmati is not: disciplined, unreadable, and far too sharp for his own good. Sent to advise the court in matters of law and reform, he brings with him no fanfare-only quiet precision, polished sarcasm, and a sword that hasn't seen blood in years. He doesn't bow too low. She doesn't look away. And when they're forced to see each other, for longer than necessary, the palace begins to whisper. Blades clash behind smiles. Petals fall between glares. And somewhere beneath all the silence and sparks, something dangerous begins to bloom. This is a work of fanfiction based on the Baahubali universe created by S.S. Rajamouli. I do not own the characters or original settings. No copyright infringement is intended, and this work is not for commercial distribution.

They died for love in another life. Now they live with its ghost. In the ancient kingdom of Rajgarh, Aadhira Rajnavi, a princess with poetry in her soul and rebellion in her silence, fell in love with Aadhiran Veerendra, a warrior born of fire and loyalty. But envy has sharp teeth-Sharvani Kalpitha and Rudraksh Varendra, consumed by unreturned love, destroyed them both. The story should've ended in blood. But fate rewrote it. Centuries later, in the modern chaos of Kerala , Ishani-a guarded girl who no longer believes in love-crosses paths with Adhidev Verma, a broken man who only knows how to love and lose. Neither remembers the lives they once lived. But their souls do. She was once killed by jealousy. He was once betrayed by trust. Now, they find themselves caught in a loop of déjà vu, heartbreak, and almosts. And the ones who killed them? They're back too. And this time, they've already broken their hearts-without even knowing why. Four souls. Two timelines. One love that refuses to stay buried.

This story is an Indian Fantasy with a tragic ending and has Marvel, Frozen, Taylor Swift references in it. Priya and her friends stumble into a cavern where they come to know that the soul of the king of Mahendrapura is trapped somewhere inside the deep chasm. The king can be brought to life by finding the five magical jewels which the false king has hidden. And for that, they need a quest. But no one in the magical kingdom of Mahendrapura believes them. Worse, the people hate Priya for the prophecy she had got. On her quest, she needs to prove that she is a good person, face her fears, and also prove that the king that the people believe is the real one is actually false.

Married to one man. Bargained for peace treaties. Under watchful eyes the distance shrinks, And the result can only lead to two things: A night filled with pleasure, The pain of death that follows. A tragic story of an illicit affair in the Emperor's harem.

What if you wrote the story... and then got trapped inside it? I was just a girl writing a royal fantasy - a palace, a powerful bloodline, seven mafia brothers, and me as the only princess born in 108 years. But before I could finish the story, I fell into it. Now I am Princess Avesha Rajwanshi of Mewar. And here's the twist - I can't control the plot anymore. Worse? I'm forbidden from telling anyone the truth. So I smile like royalty, while screaming inside. Welcome to the life I imagined... That's now my prison.

There are fires of many kinds. Some burn with love that must never be named. Some smolder as quiet rebellion - against thrones, traditions, and the weight of family legacy. Some fires are tender. Some are dangerous. All of them change what they touch. In the kingdom of Utpal, the lotus is a symbol of peace. But beneath that peace, fires are stirring. Prince Siddhartha has always followed the rules - until he meets Bela, a palace helper whose presence feels like truth. Their bond is soft, unspoken... and forbidden. Far from the palace, Ishikaa Singh is heir to a powerful corporate empire. Ambitious, sharp, and alone at the top, she fights to prove she belongs - even if it means hiding her heart from the one person who truly sees her. As love and loyalty are tested, each must choose what they are willing to let burn - and what is worth saving from the flames. Because even the purest lotus can't escape the fire beneath it.

Two girls. A destiny torn apart before it even began. Abandoned on the day they were born, **Devika** and **Shivika** grow up living two completely different lives-unaware that they are bound by blood. Devika, raised by fate and broken by family, becomes a doctor who heals others while silently enduring cruelty inside the walls of her own home. To the world, she is gentle, obedient, invisible. To herself, she is just trying to survive one more day. Shivika, stolen from innocence and shaped by brutality, rises from chains to become **Empress**-a ruthless mafia queen trained my the mafia family and the powerful owner of Eternity. Feared by many, untouchable to all, she rules with cold precision while nightmares of her past refuse to let her rest. One heals with her hands. The other destroys with hers. Yet both carry the same emptiness... the same unanswered ache. As fate slowly begins to pull their worlds closer, secrets surface, bonds are tested, and the truth threatens to shatter everything they believe about themselves. This is a story of **pain and power**, **sisterhood and survival**, and two women walking parallel paths-until destiny finally decides to bring them face to face. Some bonds are written in blood. Some destinies cannot be escaped. --- ### ⚠️ Trigger Warnings Abuse • Trauma • Violence • Dark Themes

"How long are you going to hold that against me?" Inika asked, her voice almost breaking as the incidents from that night flash in front of her eyes. "Until The end of forever. You are the reason......." Som says stepping closer to her with his breathing getting heavier and hate flashing in his eyes. "I am in this state because of you." He says masking his breaking voice with a cough. "Tumhare faislo ki kimmat maine chukaai hai. Aur aisi kimmat chukaai hai ki main Raja hote hue bhi fakir hu. Toh yeh mera vaada hai ki tum tumhara karz zaroor chukaogi. Aur main tabb takk isse nahi bhulunga jab takk tumne pai pai ka hisaab nahi chukaya hoga" (Your decisions have cost me a lot. So much so that, even after being a king I'm still a beggar. So, you best believe you'll be held accountable. And I won't let it go until you get your Karma) He said standing inches away from her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Inika Singhania, 26 year old cafe-cum-bookstore owner, living her perfectly simple life in goa where she escaped to as soon as she graduated would never have though that she would have to face him again. Who? Som Aharya. The 28 year old billionaire business tycoon, CEO of Aharya Empire and the prince of a province which included multiple districts of Rajasthan, sharing the borders with Pakistan. Inika and Som were living their own content but absolutely different lives until they received the wedding invitation of Aarav (Inika's childhood best friend) and Viti (Som's cousin) along with their plans of a whole week of destination wedding festivities. What would happen when these two complete opposite forces who share a not very pleasant history clash when it comes to the wedding planning and execution? And to top that how would they survive a whole week of judgy relatives, college friends and past flames?

This is a story of two enemies, Rajlaxmi and Amarjeet, who falls in love with each other, when Amarjeet comes disguised as a merchant in search of help to dig the secrets of Rajlaxmi's kingdom. But had to marry each other when both of their Kingdoms were getting attacked. A marriage with both hate and love, broken trust and hearts, and anger. What will be there life now? Will Rajlaxmi forgive Amarjeet for betrayal? Will they have a happy married life?

He had a past, she a present. When they collide fragmentation of lives is inevitable. But cleaning the shards is no easy , throwing them away equally painful. Sometimes the third option is needed to implemented, framing these broken shards of life anew is the necessity. His blue heart found home in the tender sacred blue lotus she was. But the lake that surrounded her was not easy to cross nor would it be easy for them to stay afloat all the time. Join the journey of our favourite genius billionaire playboy philanthropist in some of the hardest yet most beautiful sailings of his life.