In the brutal 13th 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 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, his lethal trajectory collided a captivating pair of green eyes. He claimed a war bride. Their marriage is a battlefield of powerplays and dark desire. As the lines between hatred and passion begin to blur, 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? ~~~~~~~~~~ Agnijeet looked down as his blood trickled down his chest, sliding over the swell of her soft breasts and pooling in her cleavage. Dilshana slammed her hand over his open wound, digging her fingers into the fresh cut to force him back. "Chhodiye humein! Kitne zalim hain aap... humein ghin aati hai aapke is khun se, aapki is chhuan se!" (Leave me! How cruel you are... I feel disgusted by your blood, your touch!) He simply tightened his grip, yanking her even closer until there wasn't a breath of space left between them. His leg swept over hers, locking her lower body completely. He wrapped his fingers around her delicate throat. His grip held her completely still. His thumb brushed over her jawline. Dilshana's breath hitched, her eyes wide and wild with terror, locked onto his unblinking gaze. He leaned down until his hot breath brushed against her trembling lips. "So jao... Thak jaogi." (Go to sleep... You must be tired.) Suddenly, Dilshana froze. An unfamiliar pressure pressed firm and rigid in her thigh. She thought it was the sheath of a dagger or a concealed weapon tucked into his waist. She tilted her head up, her eyes wide and bewildered as she searched his harsh face. "Yeh...? Aap...?" (This...? You...?)

12th Century. A Ruthless King. A Rebel from the Future. Maharaja Veerendra Singh knows only war and power. Diya Gupta knows only justice and freedom. When fate tosses Diya into the world of Vijaygarh, she doesn't just survive-she revolts.

𝐀 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐨𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐚 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞. 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐏𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐝𝐢𝐝𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐫. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐧𝐨𝐰, 𝐈𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬. ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Rajkumari Amritika Devadatt does not arrive at Pratihara to be chosen. Instead, she arrives to choose, to see, to understand exactly what kind of rot lives beneath a kingdom's golden surface and she finds it faster than even she expected. Pratihara is a kingdom where women enter through back doors, lower their eyes, and learn that silence is survival. Where power belongs to men who have never been questioned and cruelty wears the face of tradition. Yuvraj Adhiraj Pratihar has spent twenty three years carrying his mother's last words like a wound that never closed. Neither he wasn't waiting for a saviour nor he wasn't expecting her either. One corrupt kingdom and Two people who want it burned to the ground. The question isn't whether they'll succeed. The question is whether they'll survive each other first? ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Warnings ⚠️: • Sexual assault • Abuse of power • Patriarchal violence and trauma Read with care ♡ ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ Tropes: • Royal saga • Historical Romance • Patriarchal kingdom • Morally Grey FMC • Revenge act • Women empowerment • Systemic corruption • Power & Politics • Internalised Patriarchy • Female Rage • Slow burn ✦•┈๑⋅⋯ ⋯⋅๑┈•✦ © 2026 authorwisteria All rights reserved.

Samhita Maity, a historian, found excitement in discovering long-lost secrets of histories- a perfectionist in her work. However, there was one mysterious figure eluding her expertise-the exploration of the most celebrated king of ancient India, whose name resounded across the world. His unwritten and unfinished books ignited her curiosity, and day and night, her thoughts were consumed by him. Who was he beyond the exterior of a king? How did his empire attain such advanced and flourishing heights that even contemporary science couldn't reach? Why were only fragments written about him? Where did he vanish so suddenly? These questions lingered, morphing into an obsession. Driven by an insatiable desire to unravel his mystery, Samhita set on a daring journey through time, stepping into his kingdom. As the threads of time intertwined, Samhita became Rajadhiraj Vikramaditya's own obsession. She had entered the realm of an eagle, and now, there seemed to be no escape. Would she find her way back to her own time? Would he permit her departure or would she be held captive by the sparks of dominance and power that crackled between them? Could their individual dominances coexist, or would they crumble in the face of each other's compelling forces?