Summary

Tara is a cardiologist in Germany. Kiara is her archaeologist cousin. When they return to Bihar after Tara’s parents' sudden death, Tara finds an ancient pendant — and Kiara discovers a mysterious box at Nalanda. On a celestial moon night, both artifacts pull them into the 17th century. There, Tara meets a fierce king. He is her enemy — but also her destiny. A prophecy declares she must marry him to return home. He forges a fake prophecy just to keep her. Slowly, hatred turns to love. But before she can confess her feelings, war breaks out. The king is murdered by his own family. In his dying breath, he gives Tara the remaining half of the pendant. His blood opens the portal. She refuses to leave. But the magic drags her back anyway. Kiara is forced to leave too — without ever confessing to the scholar who believed her. Now, back in the present, the king is dead. The door is closed forever. Tara and Kiara are left shattered, carrying a love they can never bring back. And somewhere in history, the killer still remains unknown. The Queen Who Doesn't Belong — a story of love, loss, and a door that closed too soon

Genre: Fantasy

Author: SWETA

Status: 2mo ago

Chapters: 6

Rating: 5.0 (1 review)

Age Rating: 16+

The Call That Changed Everything

Doctor Tara

Dr. Tara stepped out of the operation theatre, slowly pulling off her gloves, faintly stained with blood. The surgery had been long—but successful.

She walked to the sink and splashed cold water on her face.

When she looked up, her reflection met her eyes in the mirror.

Her dark eyes looked tired, yet sharp. She had always loved them. They carried a quiet determination.

Her gaze shifted to her hands.

The same hands that had just held a human heart and fought to keep it beating.

At thirty-one, Tara had become exactly what she had once dreamed of—a cardiologist. After completing her twelfth grade, she had moved to Germany and worked relentlessly to reach this point.

She had everything she once wanted.

Or at least... she thought she did.

"Tara ma'am..."

She turned.

"Raghu?"

Her assistant stood at the door, looking unusually nervous.

"Bolo, Raghu," she said, drying her hands with a towel. (Speak, Raghu.)

"Ma'am... mujhe aapse kuch kehna hai." (Ma'am... I need to tell you something.)

"What is it?"

He hesitated.

"Ma'am... your parents... there was an accident."

Her breath caught.