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This was my first time. I patiently waited for the man Dua Begum told me would be my first to bed with.After starting to bleed two years ago, my stepmother left me at a pleasure house when my father abandoned us. Since then, I've accepted the pleasure house as my new home.He walked in a black Kurta with subtle green eyes and a deep voice. The moment he asked my name and age and then proposed to me for the wedding, I fell in love.There was no denying it. I was just fifteen, and he was nineteen.But, ever since the night of our wedding, he has not come back to take me with him to his home. He left me alone, stranded, burning for him.I did not know who he was. What did he do? All I knew was that he was the soul of my World. My Jaan-e-Jahan.Seven years later, he came back as a storm in my life. As Sultan Rehman Sulaiman. The son of the man who took everything from my family, even before my birth. The reason I ended up in the Pleasure House in the first place.But my love for my husband, the Sultan, is bigger than the mountains, deeper than the oceans, and wider than the skies, even though he is himself a Mountain, impossible to move, an ocean, scaring people to stay away, and a wide sky, impossible to reach.Discipline is everything for him. He is full of love and respect for his family but equally heartless and dangerous toward those who cross him.And, in all of this, I entered his life as a burning flame, a tiny candle's flame, dancing for his attention, crying for his affection, and dying for his love.Until he killed my only loved one.My love died.And, his never bloomed.I was once a bud, unbloomed Rose, who opened my deep red petals for him, and he turned them black, leaving me forgotten inside the dying pages.Was I always forgotten for him?Did he never consider me anything more than a mere responsibility?Will I always be remembered as Bride of Sultan ~ The Forgotten Rose?Mature Content!!!@Copyright 2025…

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Everything changed the day the King ordered me to seduce his son and bring him back to the Kingdom. He was my best friend.As per the order of things, a Yuvraj cannot befriend a Commoner girl. But we were. He was anything but nice and helpful to me, and in return, I betrayed him. The betrayal ran deep, costing him the trust of the last of his friends.I saw him becoming cruel. The man who struggled to kill a deer in the Gurukul sliced throats and smiled right in front of me. His anger was scary, and the scariest part was the redemption of what I did to him."You shall marry me," his words were clear, emotionless."I am getting married. My fiancé is waiting outside for me, Abhinan," I tried to say, but he clenched his jaw."My father asked you to do something for me, and in return, I shall do something for him, too. He is on his deathbed, and his last wish is to see his grandchild. Since you are closer to him, you must do this," he almost ordered, and I took a step back, shaking my head."Are you out of your mind? I am an adopted daughter of your Guruji. Nobody knows my family, my bloodline, my caste or my community. The throne will never accept me; your father will be tormented," I said, and he stepped closer."Well, that's why you are perfect for it. I shall make sure that even after seeing his grandchild, he will never rest in peace," he exclaimed and took me from there.***The story is set in the 17th Century. When only the Princesses were meant to sit beside the King on the Throne, Trisha transformed herself to become Trishalini, the most loved Queen in history. There was no bed of roses in the early days, but she ensured the people in her kingdom slept on them. Amidst the guilt, anger and redemptions bloomed a forbidden, dark love story of King Abhinandan and Trishalini, aka Trisha.Magicallovely Histrom Universe (MHU) Book #7Copyright @ 2024Mature Content!…

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He saved me from the burning pyre of my late husband and in exchange I gave him a lifetime of devotion. My marriage with my late husband could not called a marriage for several reasons. Despite managing my single life alone as the head maid of the Suryagarh's Kingdom I had been dragged and tied to a large pile of woods on which my husband's corpse was lying. When I left all the hopes of living a life and submitted myself to the large and heavy flames of fire, he came to protect me.Out of nowhere, without any support and clue.But, in order to save my life he had to make me his bride. He filled the partition of my hair with the warm thick blood of his, knowing he was getting married to a beautiful Princess in next six months.I promised to forget this incidence and move on in my life. But, he was the youngest Prince of Suryagarh and living in the same Kingdom, we could not escape each other, especially the game of power, care and domination our eyes were playing. And, most importantly the pull that was taking birth between us.Our marriage, the little, forbidden, incomplete marriage was a secret for everyone.But, could it be a secret to my heart? Could it be a secret, forgettable thing to us? Could it be kept as a secret for the lifetime? Could I see him getting married to someone else knowing he took a oath of protecting me? Could we be able to see each other moving on forgetting what happened? Could we be able to subside the encounters future was awaiting for us?This story includes mature and sensitive topics that might be triggering for some. Copyright ©️2024…

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Marriage had always been my dream but not to a man about whom I know nothing.The moment my father fixed an alliance of me to a Prince without even telling or asking me, all the dreams I thought of a beautiful escape from reality, called marriage shattered into the pieces.Never in my thoughts, had I imagined that I would get married to a complete stranger of whom I only knew the name. Prince Ranvijay Dev Singh.I could see all my dreams shattering while chanting the prayers with him for our marriage. But, as soon as I took the step into his territory, my whole perspective towards a man changed.Never in my thoughts, had I imagined that I would marry such kind of man. He was beautiful, and handsome, someone a woman would desire her whole life and still would not get. And, in front of him, I was nothing.With my dark complexion, different upbringing, illiteracy and everything a princess should not be, I felt afraid even to my bones about what would he think after seeing me.I did not even deserve him.And, the mere thought of such a handsome and beautiful man finding the ugliness of his wife was twisting my stomach in thousands of ways.***Princesses should be beautiful, smart, intelligent, well-educated and up to the mark in all aspects of life. In the era of the 17th century when all the Princes were in search of the most beautiful brides. Prince Ranvijay Dev Singh got married to Aishwarya through a political arrangement. And, after seeing her wife after the wedding, he became the reason for the turning of her world upside down.Let's dive to enjoy the journey of a politically arranged marriage.@Copyright2023…

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Rudra was my love and so was I for him until I came to know that everything was just a game. Emotions and blood have that sacred bond that the thickness of blood matters on the emotions running through the nerves. Mine was the love, eternal love, and his was the revenge, deadly revenge.That two months were the most blissful of mine when I felt his love pouring over every bit of me. I was wet in the ocean of his love to the core that it did not take me to think twice to submit all of myself to him. To the extent that the title of the Princess, daughter of King Rajvardhan and Queen Abhishree, and pride of Mahabalesgarh did not matter to me.I gave all of me to him on that particular night. His love made me submit to the extent that I forgot that doing this before marriage would be considered a sin.The night was long, happening, and tiring, and I realized that by my state in the morning. The naked self, broken bangles, and a messed up bed. And, I was not alone to witness it. The whole Empire knew what happened between me and Rudra. My family shook to the core and I was broken to know that he left me just with a letter."A scar your family gave to me and a scar I gave to your family"And, I was shattered to know that everything was just a plot for revenge. My tears did not stop for weeks. I could not believe how could I do that. How could I go deeper into him that I did not think about my family, their reputation, and pride?He ruined me, my life, and my family. The woman was considered to be the delicate flower of the family's pride and he burnt it by just plucking it.But, this was not to be done. Not with me, not with anyone and I made up my mind to extend the invitation of my ceremony to choose a suitor for marriage to his King, his Uncle, a eighty years old man searching for a young bride to produce heirs. And, to him to taste his food. The Revenge. Which burns Rudra for her now. Copyright@2023Mature Theme!…

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Sitting on the bed, I was waiting for my husband to arrive. It was our wedding Night.I rolled my toes as the visuals of him slowly touching my cheeks, making love to me was blurring my vision again and again.I was trying to compress my frequent blush that were turning my cheeks warm like candles. My lips unknowingly turning into the slight smile.Suddenly, the door pushed open and I shivered slightly.I could hear the slow and faded footsteps of him coming closer. I couldn't see him as my eyes were low and even covered with the veil.I felt him sitting on the bed, a little away from me.He was Sultan Aashiq Ibrahim Khan, my husband, and my childhood love. Ever since, I started knowing this world. I had imagined him my husband. And now, we were married through an arranged marriage."What's your name? Begum,"His voice was dark and deep. But it made my smile vanished all of sudden. My heart started beating insanely. I terrified honestly."Tell me," he asked again.My eyes turned teary as I realised that he had no clue about my muteness. Yes, I couldn't speak. I had lost my voice forever in accident. But, the much I remember my father sent him a letter revealing it."What happened? Are you okay?"He asked with concern, pulling my veil up. The tears left my eyes and I shivered.I sucked on my lips as my throat turned dry. Even my cries didn't have any voice.I moved my fingers to signal him that I was mute, a voiceless princess.But, his eyebrows turned in a thinned line and a immense shock was clear on his face."Your fa... Family lied to me?"He stood up from the bed in anger.***The life was difficult for ladies back in 17th century but it was worse for specially abled.This is the love story of Ruhani, a princess who can't speak but has a lot to say. Ever since, she lost her voice, she learnt to nod for everything and when she married to her childhood crush. Her life turned a complete turn.Mature content!!!It also have triggering scenes!!!…

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That 'yes' could mean my death, torture, hate, disrespect, rape or anything more heartless and brutal. But, keeping my head high I said 'I am ready!" He was the king of Arab, living miles away and had an evil plan against my Empire proposed for the marriage in front of Royal court with me but little did he know was nothing I had on my mind. I agreed for the wedding and his face fell. I could clearly see the anger and hate he had for me as he expected a straight denial. But, I couldn't deny. I had to accept it for the sake of my empire and my family didn't know anything about the conspiracy. I didn't know what he had for me but I somehow made myself ready for everything he had to give and never let him succeed in whatever he was thinking.But, my world turned upside down when I reached his Empire. I couldn't believe he had such plans. This is the Journey of Princess Gulaab as she accepted the proposal of a Twisted Sultan about whom she knows nothing. All she knew was he was planning a vast conspiracy against her Empire and she was the only one who could ruin his plan to ashes. She didn't think twice of herself, she didn't think twice about how she would be treated far away from her Empire. All she cared was only well for her Empire and she could literally do anything for her Brother and her Empire.Mature Content!!!The book contains mentions of suicidal attempts and depression. Which might be triggering for some readers.©Copyright2021…

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Losing this war means captured by the enemy empire and considered as their prostitutes and servants. Dreaming that situation made my heart race even more. I settled myself on the floor, close to the door. Time passed but no one came unlocking the door and allow me to fight for our pride. "Attention..." the speaker said loudly. I quickly stood up and I could feel my heart coming out of the skin. Anything can be announced at this moment. " As the Prince of Pratapgarh killed mercilessly by our strongest army, I declare the war won by the Mahabaleshgarh and all the property belonging to Pratapgarh claimed by our empire including all Money, Royalties, children and all the ladies..." I Stood Frozen at that moment. I can't hear anything else. I tried escaping the place but suddenly the door stand banged open. I ran and in the hurry, I banged to the table and fell on the floor. I tried to stand up but They came fastly and one of them caught me by pulling my hair and made me stand. It hurt like hell. I cried, I cried loudly feeling the fear and most of all losing my everything. The person holding my hair try to press his hand against my cheeks and then one of them said " Keep her for the Prince, she is the Princess Abhishree""yes... I agree, Don't touch her. Princess can only be the prostitute of the Prince" Another one said.~~~The story is set back in the sixteen century When The most powerful empire Mahableshgarh attacked the another Empire Pratapgarh and won the battle effortlessly. Losing the battle doesn't come with the loss but with the dangerous situation for the ladies. They would be treated as prostitutes, Raped, work as a slave and in the most dangerous condition sold or killed. The never saw dream of Abhishree came true. She was taken by the Prince and has to work as his slave. But her attitude was never giving up. She considered that She was the Princess, She is the Princess and she will be the Princess. THE BATTLE IS NOT ENDED YETMature content!!!…