Medha’s POV
Papa after after handing over Jalebi boxes in his office immediately joined us in the nearby Mandir, and after thanking Mahadev a lot all of us came back home.
I am grateful to all of you for your immense support because when I started this journey I never knew where it would end but your love kept pushing me. Hope you will support me in future too.☺️
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She was never meant to be seen. A fragment of moonlight hidden behind veils of dust, born in silence, raised among whispers that never reached the sky. And yet, fate — cruel and deliberate — placed her before him. He saw her not as a person, but as a commodity. A forbidden desire wrapped in innocence. The more he tried to look away, the deeper he fell into her orbit, like a moth surrendering to the flame that would devour it. There was no name to their relationship, no love between them, only gazes heavy enough to drown in. Her laughter was a hymn; his touch, a curse. And somewhere between the ache of longing and the sin of wanting, love took shape — not pure, not kind, but dark, consuming, eternal. The world would call it wrong. He would call it destiny. And she — she would call it her undoing. Because some stories aren’t written in ink or blood — they are etched like a forbidden sin, and remembered by the scars they leave behind.
A story based on lies, betrayal, greed, selfishness and a war between husband and wife. *********************************** Today I am standing in front of him, holding my head high in pride, it shows how far I come...how much I gained, and I am proud of myself, my journey from being a slave to becoming a Queen succeeded, but how sad it is that I defeated my King. This time the Queen is not in danger but the Queen herself is a danger to her beloved King. ************************************ The story is fictional and it doesn't state any religious fact, be aware before reading it, that I will not tolerate any hate comments against me or my work. The story has a political element but no relation to reality, or negativity against any political leaders. Mature content🔞 kids like me stay away, I am not a kid just joking, 😝
A man who belongs to a Royal family is born with an endless curse, a curse which has the power to destroy his love. A girl with a dream in her eyes to find her dear one, gets collides with the storm, will she be able to find her loved ones, or A storm named Ridvan Singh Rathod will destroy her? Started- 05 /12/2022 Ended- 06 /03/2023 ★The story doesn't state any religious fact so be aware before reading it. ★Relationships will be complicated to understand but if you read book two of Desire of Royals you will understand some things.
Two Brothers. One girl. And A Twisted tale of Desires "You are beautiful Prakriti," he complimented and she blushed hard. He smiled looking at her flushed face and said, "Don't blush this much I will fall in love with you." Her eyes snapped towards him and her mind alarmed her 'You are married.' **************************************** "Where were you running?" He caged her on the wall and asked with gritted teeth, a displeasure was evident on his face. "I..I.noth- she lost the word when her eyes fell on his strong muscles. "You are my wife, Kriti, not an outsider." He declared and moved away from her. He didn't turn towards her and lifted the towel from the ground, he wrapped it around his naked frame and dashed towards the closet room. Treet for the readers who wanted their separate story.❤️❤️❤️ Mature content🔞
BOOK ONE #1 IN LL SERIES [Remodified version of MFH] She's chasing fame, ready to sacrifice anything for her ambitions. He's ruling the fashion world with a dead heart, driven by vengeance. Bound by fate, their worlds collide in a storm of lust, greed, and burning revenge. In the glittering chaos of desire and destruction, will they rise-or ruin each other?
"Forbidden" "That's what I felt when my parents asked me to marry my deceased Sister's husband." "Sin" "That's what I committed to get her."
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