AzraKhanna

"You both belong to me now." The tall, commanding king declared, his tone laced with authority. His sharp features and piercing gaze left no room for defiance."We are honored, Your Majesty," Sundar and Kaya replied in unison, bowing their heads low, their voices filled with reverence and submission.A proud smirk tugged at the corners of the king's lips, satisfied by their unwavering respect. The weight of his power radiated through the room, casting a palpable spell over them."From this moment on, your lives will never be the same," he said, his voice softer but no less resolute. "Prepare yourselves for a new destiny."With deliberate grace, he began unbuttoning his crisp cotton shirt, his intense eyes never leaving theirs. The air grew heavy, charged with anticipation. Each movement exuding power and control."Now," he continued, his tone deep and commanding, "show me how deeply you are honored to serve me."Without a moment's hesitation, Sundar and Kaya knelt before him, their movements reverent, their loyalty unmistakable. They offered themselves entirely, bound by devotion and the unspoken promise of a life transformed. ||__________||☆ Started :- 19 Jan 2025☆ Status :- Ongoing…

AzraKhanna

It is the story of a royal family who has hidden many secrets inside this palace for centuries. There are many mysteries which are buried in the walls of this palace with those kings. Which could have ruined many generations due to their exit. This sequence continues into the 21st century, a new king now rules here, but that in itself is a puzzle. Is he really like his ancestor? What is he hiding?He is the King of Jaipur and Politician too. Recently he has been elected as the youngest MP of the country. Hearthrobe of the Youth. Great King, A good speaker, and fully capable of showing his ability in politics. But he has some secrets.☆One sided lovestory of Rajgardh's Daasi.☆But what about 'Him'? What is his secret that Rajgardh has been hidden safely in these four walls of the palace from the last seventeen years ? Shhhhhhhhhhhhhh.........Rana Samar Pratap Singh- Manik /Parth SamthaanDhara Singh- Nandini/Niti Taylor Most Impressive ranking #Best Dark royal story - 1#awards - 08-07-23 - 4#wattpadindian - #1 - 10-08-23#5- Manan #10 Darkstory…

AzraKhanna

The huge auditorium was packed with people, all had come to listen to some great personality, two people were sitting on a sofa facing each other on a big stage. One of them was questioning the person sitting in front, who would be about forty years of age and the other would be about seventy years of age or more. There were slight wrinkles on the face but there was a pleasant glow, there were glasses on the eyes but there was a unique intoxication that could hypnotize anyone, the teeth may be fake but the smile of his trembling lips was real. " I May be allowed to ask some personal questions?" Reporter asked him. That old man chuckled a little and said that " I know what are you going to ask that why I never got married? " He bites his lower lip with a smirked, like he used to do in his youth. "Well, I would love to ask you, but we all know that like before, this time also you will answer it in your own way but not properly, for the last fifty years the whole nation wants to know this Mystery, we all know I'm sure it'll always be a Mystery, so I won't ask you that." The reporter laughed a little.Everyone was eagerly waiting for his question, the audience was more interested in hearing his answers than his questions, because his sense of humor was unbeatable, the way he used to hit every ball outside the boundary, that was really commendable Was."Tell us about your first love, who was your first love?" Reporter asked with a slight smiled but his curiously looking at him."My mother." He answered and looked out to the audience, while his entire family sat in the front row of the crowd listening to him, pride in each family member's eyes."Second time?" That reporter was also cunning, when he asked again, everyone started laughing."My grandmother." He replied again in the same tone." Third time? " That reporter asked again."My granddaughter Mannat." But this time there was softness in his voice."She is my third and last love."…