The clang of steel, the roar of warriors, the taste of blood and dust-Viraaj Singh Chauhan was in the heart of war when the world tore itself apart. One strike, one heartbeat, and then-silence. When his eyes opened again, there was no battlefield. Thunder roared from machines racing over black roads. Glass towers pierced the night, the air stinking of smoke and metal. A king, stripped of the crown and kingdom, stood lost among strangers. Five years later, the world knew another name. Veeranshu Rajput. Not the warrior king, but the billionaire who bent empires to his will. Veeranshu had carved his throne from steel and glass, becoming one of the most powerful men on earth. - Mahira Sengupta had lived with visions all her life-palaces burning, skies collapsing, and a king with eyes like storms. She wrote them into novels the world adored, never confessing the truth: she had never seen his face. Only his eyes. Only his voice. "You brought me back, Mahira. Now nothing will keep me from you." She never knew her dreams had already stepped into this century. And somewhere, behind the mask of the most powerful man alive, the lost king was waiting.

In the heart of Jaipur, where chaos kissed royalty and secrets slept beneath marbled domes, he ruled without apology. Abhimaan Deep Shekhawat - the uncrowned king of Rajasthan. Cold. Calculated. Lethal behind a polished mask. To the world, a royal heir guarding tradition. In truth, the phantom pulling political strings, the storm whose silence promised ruin. But even storms... can be caught off guard. One evening, trapped in traffic near Central Park, a sound cut through his thoughts-a tune, soft and soulful. Instinct pulled him into the park, following it like prey to a predator. She sat on the grass in a white floral saree, hair loosely braided, fingers coaxing life from a guitar. Eyes closed. Unaware. Unbothered. She wasn't trying to be seen-yet he couldn't look away. Then she was gone. Days later, a decades-old ledger surfaced-evidence that could destroy his empire. At its center: Meher Sen, daughter of Arindam Sen, an ex-investigator about to expose ministers, businessmen-and him. Power demanded he erase the threat. Obsession made him claim it. A marriage was arranged. On paper, protection. In reality, possession. Binding her meant silencing her father forever. It should have ended there. But the moment she stepped into his home, something darker than blackmail took root. Even kings fall-especially for the ones they try to cage.

On the night of her wedding, Princess Meera Shree Rajput sat draped in red and gold, her pulse trembling beneath the weight of silk and jewels. The air was too still, too heavy, as though the palace itself held its breath. A sound shattered the hush-footsteps, steady and deliberate. She turned. Her groom stood before her, his face veiled in a mask , a sword glinting in his hand. Before her lips could form a word, the blade found her heart. Her bangles struck the marble floor in a scatter of sound, her breath faltered, and the palace drowned in silence. When her eyes opened again, time had lost its meaning. Centuries unraveled like threads: Empires rose and crumbled, storms clawed at the stone halls, and still she wandered-unseen, unheard, bound to the place of her death. Until one night, headlights cut through the darkness of the courtyard. From the car stepped a man-his presence carved against the winter air. His gaze swept the ruins... and stopped on HER. For the first time in lifetimes, Princess Meera was seen.

The portrait should have been nothing more than paint on fading canvas- Yet the moment the students stepped into the museum hall, the air shifted. It felt as if the walls remembered things -Prisha felt it first. Prisha Mehta-quiet, observant, orphaned-stood apart from her class, fingers grazing the railing as her eyes fixed on the newly unearthed painting. Princess Shivanya Maheshwari. The artist had painted her like a prayer. Long kohl-lined eyes. Dusky skin glowing beneath jewels. A soft mouth curved with grace. But beneath all the beauty, something felt terribly wrong. Prisha's heartbeat stilled. Because the princess didn't just resemble her. She looked exactly like her.The same eyes. The same bone structure. The same face. Her professor spoke somewhere behind her, recounting how Shivanya's kingdom fell to war centuries ago. How she died young, slain by the ruthless Prince Prithviraj Kshatriya-heir of the rival throne. That night, sleep refused to come. Something inside her whispered- Go back. She shouldn't have. She shouldn't have snuck past the locked museum doors, shouldn't have wandered alone through marble corridors lit only by thunder. But curiosity-dangerous, consuming-pulled her in. Thunder cracked above, rattling the walls.Prisha's breath hitched. And then-even before she could scream-the ground split open beneath her. The museum vanished. With a violent gasp, she clawed her way to the surface. Gone was the museum. Gone was the girl she had been. She staggered to her feet-drenched, trembling- maroon silk clinging to her body, gold heavy around her throat and wrists. She wasn't wearing her own clothes anymore.She was wearing the princess's. Prisha-no, Shivanya-stood in a storm-drenched forest. The only way back to her time was through the portrait. But to reach it...she would have to survive the kingdom that killed her once- -and the prince who was never meant to fall in love with her.

Harman's world is small, just him and his little daughter Purvi. Being a single father isn't easy, but Purvi's giggles, stubbornness, and tiny hugs make every struggle worth it. She is his whole universe... his reason to smile after every exhausting day. Their life is simple, chaotic, and full of adorable father-daughter moments... until Anchal enters their lives. Anchal, a girl from Bihar, comes to the city looking for a fresh start. Carrying insecurities about her weight and constantly doubting herself, she rents a room in Harman's house as a paying guest. What she doesn't expect... is a tiny tornado named Purvi. Within days, Purvi claims Anchal as her person....dragging her into bedtime stories, snack time, and kindergarten dramas. Soon the quiet house is filled with laughter, playful arguments, and Purvi's daily complaints about her class rival Rihan. As days pass, the line between tenant and family slowly fades. Harman begins to notice how the house feels warmer when Anchal is around. Purvi has already made up her mind... But Anchal still believes she is only temporary in their lives. Between adorable childhood rivalries, heartfelt moments, and unexpected laughter, this story is about love finding its way into the most unexpected home. A heartwarming romance-comedy filled with cute chaos, healing hearts, and one little girl who might just be the best matchmaker of all.

What happened when Saumya Ki Jaan (Her Scooty) Leads her to the path of her love story? But It is Enemies to Lover's! The boy being insecure of his looks but she makes him love himself and her as well !!! Their banters will be soooo fun to read and yes...Slow burn 😉 A cute short story of a Loud Girl and a Insecure Boy ! Copyright action's - If My work will be copied by any means or way, there will be strict actions against the person ! So beware and produce story with your own mind, no need to be a cheater ! Sorry for sounding rude but this my hardwork and I can't let it be copied.

Shrey Tiyagi, a very chill boy, hyper active and love his family like anything. He has enjoyed his school times so well and even had many crushes and Vedita had been the one he likes the most and does everything to impress her. But Until Manvi starts impressing him. Manvi Sharma, A sweet and introvert girl, Shy to the outside world but not in front of her people. She falls For Shrey, She feels everything, the butterflies, the urge to see him, she does all the stupid stuff but all this stops...she stops it and decides to forget him. But God has his own plan's! Will they fall in love? Will Shrey get to know that Manvi had a crush on him? It's bot the usual wattpad story where a girl have a crush on someone and family fix her marriage with him only. It's different! School and Office Love ❤️ I hope u will join me in there journey of Love ❤️ This is my Own Imagination and not related to anyone in real life !! Copyright action's - If My work will be copied by any means or way, there will be strict actions against the person ! So beware and produce story with your own mind, no need to be a cheater ! No.2 in Flirting No. 3 in Indianromance No.1 in Unrequited No.2 in romcom

Professor Abhimanyu age 32 teaching Architectural design in renowned university, a smart and hardworking professor who loves his work but also keeps his dignity first due to which he left 2 university in 2 years ! Amrita is his student in 5th year, she admires him and does have a crush on him just like other girls of her class cause it's rare to find good looking and young professors in the University. She doesn't have friends, she tries to but end up getting herself as the centre of jokes for entertainment. She is unnoticed and due to her shy and introverted nature everyone considers her boring but she is...absolutely NOT ! Read how a love story blooms between professor Abhimanyu and his Student Amrita. Book started on 10 Jan 2025 and completed on 21 Feb 2025 Imp - Do not dare to copy book or any of the scenes of my book or mould it just for your own book. I have the Copyrights, So do not even think of Copying, Have Some shame please. I have already seen my other books being copied and I have complained for them already. So come up with your own ideas not others. Ranks - No.1 in Slowburn (24 feb 2025) #2 Rank In Indian #1 Rank In Indian (26 feb 2025) #2 Rank In Desi #3 Rank In Romcom #1 Rank In Indianromance #2 Rank In Indianromance #300 Rank In Romance #15 Rank In India #1 Rank In Indian #10 Rank Softromance #6 Rank Wattpadromance #1 Rank In Indian #1 Rank In india #1 Rank in Desi #200 Rank In Romance # 1 Rank India # 1 Rank India # 2 Rank Indian #180 rank Romance # 2 Rank India #3 Rank Age Gap #1 Rank India #2 Rank Indian #3 Rank Romcom #1 Rank Indian #2 rank India #1 Rank Indian #3 Rank India #2 Rank Romcom #3 Rank India #4 Rank Indian #30 Rank Romance #1 Rank Indian #4 Rank India #5 Rank Romcom #7 Rank Romance #1 Rank India #2 Rank Indian #5 Rank Romance #1 Rank Romance #romance rank 2 #2 Rank India #India #3 Rank Indian #Indian #professor #3 Professorxstudent #4 India #2 Indian #10 Romance

Taran Saxena 26 Working in A Bank, from a Village, gets arranged marriage to Pallavi who is 20 years old ! (1990s time period). Taran Fights with the Patriarchy system when he witnesses his Wife suffering from it, He fights with his Family for her, He Gets Cursed for her, He Curse people For her ! He Makes her Strong, They grow Together in their marriage, They Learn, They Respect each other and the Old 90s Romance is what you will enjoy the most ❤️ You will Not only fall for Pallavi's Piya, but also for Pallavi too, as she might be a Relatable character to many. I promise it will be worth it to read the book ❤️ (Book started in 13 May 2025, completed on around august - sept 2025) Copyright :- this is my original work and this Shouldn't be Copied by anyone not a Bit of it, or else I can take actions against the one who will do it. #rank 2 Arrange marriage #rank 4 Indian #Rank 80 Romance #rank 6 Village #rank 10 1990s #rank 18 India #rank 20 Indian #rank 30 India #rank 18. indian #20 Rank India #4 Rank Arrange marriage #10 rank Romance #romance rank 18 #indian #india #desi #1 Rank India #3 Rank Indian #15 Rank Romance #2 Rank India #Indian 4 #3 Romance #4 India #10 Romance #4 ArrangeMarriage #2 Husbandandwife #3 Romance #2 Indian #1 India #2 India #3 Indian #4 Romance #2 Romance #Indian 1 #2 India #3 indian #4 Romance #7 Village #3 romcom #2 In India #10 Romance #3 Romance #4 Arrangedmarriage

✫ 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐈𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐆𝐞𝐧'𝐬 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐒𝐚𝐠𝐚 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 ᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯᕯ She walks like royalty. He moves like a storm. She commands courtrooms with fire. He rules boardrooms in silence. She hides pain behind sharp words. He buries his behind calm eyes. She trusts no one. He lets no one close. She is rage wrapped in grace. He is restraint edged with danger. She used to laugh. He used to be the reason. . . . . RITIKA SINGH RATHORE Born into Rajasthan's most powerful royal family, Ritika is the pampered princess. But she is a Queen of her own world by strength and sheer will. A fierce lawyer feared in courtrooms, her silence is sharper than most screams. But behind that cold brilliance is a past steeped in blood and betrayal. She used to be the third-in-command of the Indian underworld, but now she doesn't even look at that direction. ADWAIT SINGHANIA A self-made billionaire forged by pain, Adwait rose from the ashes of a brutal past. He thinks like a strategist, moves like a soldier and trusts no one with his heart. He is only cheerful around his family and for others, he is nothing more than a silent storm. Once the second-in-command of India's deadliest crime syndicate, he has now cut ties with the crime world. Reason? No one knows. They were once each other's biggest supporter and secret keeper. Until one night shattered it all. Yet, years later, fate throws them together again. Not as friends. Not as enemies. But as two people bound by a past that refuses to die. Because the past isn't done with them yet. Enemies are watching. Alliances are shifting. And every heartbeat draws them deeper into a war they thought they had left behind. This isn't just a second chance. It's a collision course. This is not a love story, not yet. This is a battlefield and their hearts are the most dangerous weapons of all. ✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫✫