Medievalindia Stories

Love is strange. Love is a hand that pulls you out of the water when you're drowning, but doesn't wait for you to swim. Love lights a candle for you in the dark, but burns out when the path clears. Love feels like a rose, when you don't notice the thorns. But what happens when you see them? What happens when you learn to fear them? Do you still touch it? ___________________________________________ The Ranawat family has always had one plan for their eldest daughter- to get her married into royalty, securing both her future and a powerful alliance. But Devika's always fallen behind on the concept of love, let alone marriage. She has never understood it- or, never yet tried to. Torn between her sense of responsibility towards her younger sisters, and the duty imposed upon her by her family, Devika finds herself caught in a dilemma she didn't ask to be part of. So when she encounters an unexpected stranger, will she finally learn how to turn her imminent fate into something more... liberating? "Oh, but what a strange thing it is, truly." ___________________________________________ Original work by and collaboration between @author_ann_ari_ and @SnowoStaring68

Sunsets meet sunrises, a lotus meets a peacock in the fountain garden. "Mohabbat ka rang jo khilta hai, Dil ki baaton mein tu milta hai. Har ek lamha teri yaad ka, Jaise khushbu mein rang ghulta hai." A forbidden romance set in the Mughal times. Two souls beating as one but at opposite ends of the sword. Two men from vastly different cultures sharing a single heart. Love between a Mughal Prince and a Rajput Prince. Follow their journey as they navigate the complexties of life, court and the weight on their shoulders. Will they be able to stay true to each other? Will their love endure what life throws at them? ----------------------------------------------------------- All rights reserved. It is a creative work.

It sometime becomes very difficult to rectify a past mistake. So was in the case of Dhruvah. Blinded by revenge, driven by rage and compassionate with remorse. Then there is her, too kind for this world. Innocence surrounds her like a thick blanket. But sometimes this very innocence leads to the destruction.

Legend in Her Blood Across continents and centuries, queens have risen - not just to rule, but to rewrite history. From the desert fortresses of India to the mighty empires of Europe and Africa, these women carried more than crowns - they carried legacies forged in fire, love, and sacrifice. Some faced enemies at the battlefield's edge, others battled the chains of tradition; all fought for a place where their voice would never be silenced. This is a collection of their stories - fierce, fragile, and unforgettable. Queens who defied fate, embraced their power, and left legends in their wake. Because the blood of a queen never runs cold. Dive into the Legend in Her Blood.

What happens when a fearless princess is held captive and thrown at the feet of a mysterious prince? When the world wants her as good as dead, he stands there silently, protecting her in his own ways. She will die before bowing down, and he will do anything to keep her alive. Where will their story lead them?

Much to her dismay, his warm touch kept resonating every fibre of her being. A touch so gentle as if a dew trickled down a green blade of grass. It was an urgency for him to set aside the wild lock away her bright face. It was involuntary in a nutshell. He was bewildered when choked in her own words. The very next while he was proud enough to feel how puzzled he made him; the effect of him on her was indeed undeniable. "So, where was I?" She stammered, blinking cluelessly. A hue of ripe vermillion heated her face, not going unnoticed by him. 'In my heart'. His words dared not to pass through his tongue. ................................................................. The wild beast unaware of its predator, stopped by a brook within the woods. He stretched his bow-string after brushing aside the cordate leaves hanging from the low branches. He relocated his aim; the white tiger. With a swish, one of his arrows stuck dangerously close to the albino silhoutte. "Abhimanyu, you could have killed it by the first arrow. Why did you wait for it to turn to you? It was too risky." His companion Dhiraj enquired. "A true warrior always fights from the front, whoever the opponent be." He replied as they strolled out of the dense woods.