Jagirdar Based Novel Novels & Stories

It was a pivotal moment, a turning point in her journey. With a gentle turn of the key, the doors creaked open, revealing a glimpse of the world beyond—a world brimming with possibilities, untethered by Haider's possessiveness. Ameera took a deep breath, inhaling the scent of newfound freedom, and stepped through the threshold, her footsteps light and resolute. The beautiful palace of Jaipur stood witness to her escape, as Ameera embarked on a journey to rediscover herself, to reclaim her independence, and to carve her own path in a world where her heart could finally find solace.

In Raisingh Mansion: Aviraj's pov: I woke in my usual time, doing my moring business i went to gym. But i deliberately come late from gym. I completely avoided Jivika in the living room. Went towards my room. After getting ready, i went downstairs to have breakfast my fav aloo Paratha. Yeah, yeah I'm a typical Punjabi, who can't resist mum's hand made paratha. After having breakfast i was ready to leave when Jivika come running towards me.

Jaipur, India Randhir was informed earlier about Myra's arrival. The moment her jet landed in the private landing zone of Jaipur airport she felt a huge stone on her chest. Jaipur, India. It's been almost 2 years since she left this place abruptly. The moment she stepped out of the airport the memory of her last visit flashed upon. She remembered exactly how she was welcomed. How her name was written as Meera instead of Myra. She took a deep breath to inhale the same scent of the soil of Rajasthan. The sand, the desert vibes and the Rajput cultures everything seemed so similar to her. It felt like she had never left Jaipur. She had just stepped out to stay away. There were 4 black SUVs stand

Ajabde smiled replying, "If you have to express your gratitude...then you must say it to Kunwar Pratap. Chucking famous traders and involving only the people of Mewar and tribes across Rajputana was his idea." The older woman, who was the troop leader smiled and said, "We are blessed to have Baujiraj." Ajabde nodded, smiled and walked towards the book store. Kunwar Pratap shadowed her from a safe distance and watched her as she began reading a book. "Ajabde!" Exclaimed Saubhgyavati grabbing the book from her hand. "Read this." She ordered handing another book in her hands. Her brows pinched into a frown as she saw the title and chuckled, "Chatushashti Kalas!"

When I told Nisim about this book, he said: “This one, buddhu, is not called a long story. It’s called novel.” At twelve, I was yet to learn about the nuances of short stories and novels. The Thief also didn’t have a villain! Both the people, the thief and the writer, turned out to be good people! I wondered how could there be a story without a villain! Every story must have a villain, just as we now had one in our present one – Jogu Mama! That is the difference that you achieve when you grow up from being a twelve-year old kid to a fifteen-year old almost-man – you get the vision of the thing of things. At Ganeshghat when Nisim described Jogu Mama as the biggest patron of the school our par

Vardhan was an orphaned kid and had a terrible past which had turned him into the beast himself, he wasn't the person whom anyone would want around so he was kicked out of the small town at the outskirts of the Punjab. Jay completed his graduation from the college and while setting up his work in the city of Amritsar he came across his childhood friend Vardhan. After a few days of hanging out together, Vardhan confessed of him being the cleaner who murdered people for money on the word of some higher ups. This scared Jay to the whole new level but as the time passed Jay got involved in it, met with the officials holding Vardhan under them and slowly he became his helper who would be a mediat