mirza asadullah khan ghalib

Petite Princess VS Rough Khan On their wedding day, Yelu Yan told Li Xianyun that apart from affection, he could provide her with endless wealth and honor. After the marriage, he indeed kept his promise, cherishing her in the palm of his hand. Little did he know, the more he cherished her, the deeper she burrowed into his heart, right to the very top. Not long after the political marriage with the Khitans, Li Xianyun gradually noticed earth-shattering changes around her: Initially, the commoners who disliked her began to worship her as a deity... The court officials accusing her of bewitching their lord were now pleading with her to consummate the marriage with the Khan... The most perplexing of all was her husband in name; wasn’t he the one who said he wouldn't give her emotional affection? Why was he always following her around? Little theater scene 1: One day, Yelu Yan cornered Li Xianyun against the wall. “Why are you avoiding this Khan?” “They say you might have taken a liking to your servant.” “Remove ‘might’, isn’t it obvious enough from how this Khan acts?” “But you said you wouldn’t give your servant emotional affection.” Yelu Yan held his forehead; he had indeed said too many foolish things. “The Han people always say that one should start a family and then establish a career; clearly, the two are not in conflict.” Little theater scene 2: The sun had risen high, yet Yelu Yan was still clinging to Li Xianyun. “Get up quickly, I have to leave. There are patients on the street waiting for my consultation, the good fields to the west need irrigation, the homestead plots in the east need measuring, and I have to oversee the silk reeling and dyeing... Uh...” “Your husband is a patient, don’t you care for him?” Li Xianyun looked at the man tough enough to rival ten bulls and was utterly speechless.

Arc One Complete. *** Everyone else capped at 20. Will Wick woke up with 30 Luck and an error message where his ceiling should be. That was the least strange part of his morning. The voice in his head—ancient, unimpressed, and absolutely certain Will is doing everything wrong—belongs to history's greatest conqueror. Genghis Khan has reviewed Will's memories, assessed his life choices, and has opinions. Loud ones. The main one being: the trillion-dollar corporation that harvested humanity's souls to power their own empire needs to be dismantled. Sector by sector. Server by server. Until the cage they built around this world belongs to someone else. Khan has done this before. Last time it was the Eurasian steppe. The principle, he insists, is exactly the same. Will already lost his family to the cold, corporate math of the old world. Now he's stranded 100,000 years in the future, on an Earth that healed itself while humanity was gone, facing billionaires who bought their way to power before the System even dropped. Genghis thinks this is fine. Genghis has a plan. Will is pretty sure the plan involves conquering everything. He's not wrong. [Progression Fantasy | LitRPG | Slow Burn Conquest | Historical Ghost Companion | Broken Luck Build] One Chapter a day, making extensive edits to early chapters based on feedback. 100+ chapter backlog. Please leave your thoughts on the story good or bad!

In the shadowed twilight of 19th-century Delhi, where the once-mighty Mughal Empire crumbled under the iron heel of British colonialism, Mirza Asadullah Khan Ghalib—pen name Ghalib, meaning “the conqueror”—breathed his last on February 15, 1869, at the age of 71. His life had been a tapestry woven with threads of unparalleled poetic genius, profound philosophical inquiry, personal tragedy, and unyielding wit. Orphaned at five after his father’s death in battle, married at thirteen to Umrao Begum (with whom he would lose all seven children in infancy), financially destitute despite royal titles like Dabir-ul-Mulk and Najm-ud-Daula bestowed by Emperor Bahadur Shah Zafar II, and a witness to the devastating 1857 Indian Rebellion that reduced Delhi to ruins, Ghalib’s existence was one of exquisite sorrow and intellectual rebellion. His ghazals, written in both Urdu and Persian, delved into the mysteries of love (ishq), the divine (khuda), the self (khudi), and the illusory nature of reality. Lines like “Na tha kuchh to khuda tha, kuch na hota to khuda hota / Duboya mujhko hone ne, na hota main to kya hota” (When nothing was, God was; had nothing been, God would still be / My very existence has drowned me; had I not been, what would I have been?) captured the Sufi-inspired unity of being (wahdat al-wujud), questioning ego, creation, and the divine in ways that transcended his era. Yet the cosmos, in its infinite mercy and curiosity, deemed such a soul too luminous to fade into oblivion. The Eternal Muse—a primordial entity embodying the creative force behind all poetry, song, and word across multiverses—intervened. Ghalib’s verses had not merely echoed human longing; they had subtly resonated with the fabric of reality itself, bending probabilities in ways even he never suspected. As his mortal form lay in his haveli in Ballimaran, Chandni Chowk, his soul was offered reincarnation not into another earthly life, but into a high-fantasy realm called Elyndor. In this world, magic is fundamentally linguistic, and “the Verse-Weave” governs existence.

"Rajpot Khan" is an enthralling tale of honor, legacy, and resilience penned by the masterful storyteller Sir Faraz. This literary marvel delves into the lives of warriors bound by tradition, navigating a world of intrigue and peril. Set against a vivid backdrop of historical grandeur, Rajpot intricately weaves themes of love, betrayal, and redemption into an unforgettable epic. The story is a testament to the power of collaboration, with contributions from Raj, Srk, and Baba, whose distinct perspectives add depth and vibrancy to the narrative. Raj infuses the tale with a personal connection to heritage, Srk's imaginative insights bring cinematic flair to the unfolding drama, and Baba's wisdom grounds the story in timeless truths. Together, they have helped shape Rajpot Khan into a rich and dynamic saga that resonates with readers of all ages. Prepare to be transported into a world where valor meets vulnerability and tradition clashes with modernity—a journey that only Sir Faraz and his creative team could craft.

Khan wants to be a cultivator.  He promised his father he would become one. When the Awoken Moon Sect rejected him, they didn’t just deny him entry—they declared that he would never cultivate at all. In a world ruled by Qi, that sentence was final. Khan would live and die a peasant. At fifteen, stranded in the mud-choked alleys of Lunis City, Khan survives in a society where strength decides everything—and he has none. Until he learns a dangerous truth. In a world of immortal cultivators, power doesn’t only flow from fists and swords. It flows from dependency. Resources. Secrets. Supply chains. Favors that no sect can afford to lose. If Khan can’t cultivate, he’ll make himself indispensable. He begins walking a path no one warns him about—leveraging scarcity, exploiting ambition, and striking deals that place his life on the line. Every step forward costs him something. Every advantage paints a target on his back. This is a progression fantasy where growth is earned through strategy before strength, where cultivation is delayed, bought, stolen, and paid for in blood and compromise. A slow-burn rise from nothing. The story of a carp that dared to jump the Dragon Gate. Release Schedule: 1 chapter a day posted till the end of this month at 9:01 PM UTC + 4. After that, releasing on Fridays and Saturdays at 9:01 PM UTC + 4. Extra tags: Progression fantasy, Xianxia/cultivation, Slow burn, Fantasy, Weak to Strong, Survival, Strategy/Schemes(later on)

It was blood for blood. That is the rule of the golden throne. Kingdoms, tribes, and sects fought for it but only one will remain and sit on it. The throne of gold and power that is what they describe it. Who ever sit on the throne always seek to conquer the lands and let the enemies of the throne kneel and bow done rejoicing to those who sit on the golden throne. But it was no longer subject to return to the hands of mortals. Because the unstoppable force of the 9 Heavenly dragons took the power and the glory of it. The so-called guardians of the skies and the heavens, but like all those who maintain peace, there is always chaos among peace, and so the battle of the Ruling Dragons started. They named the first dragon after the shining brilliance of light that came when it fly down from the heavens. They called it “Eternal Dragon”. Followed by its brother, the second dragon, who bites on the handle of the throne and is wise and intelligent, the “Enlightened Dragon”. From the left side of the throne, the third brother grips on the handle and roar loudly and its claws embedded itself on the golden throne and named the “Ferocious Dragon”. Then followed by the fourth brother that slithers on the back of the golden throne known for its sweetness and gentleness, the “Blossom Dragon”. Then the fifth dragon known for its love for money and gold, the “Fortune Dragon”. That ended the 5 heavenly Ruling Dragons, but it did not end there. As there are still the four Dragons who did not get near the Golden throne because of their destructive power. Known as the 4 Demonic Dragons of Asura. First was the 6th brother known for mercilessly exterminating innocents and giving the art of war to the mortals. And widely known as the “Dreaded Dragon”. The 7th brother who sided with the Dreaded Dragon, known for liking the color of blood and created the river of blood of Asura the “Blood Dragon” and the 8th brother known for the thinking of the dark arts and created the dark demonic styles of fighting. The only rival of the Eternal Dragon, the “Ravenous Dragon” and the last of the 9 Heavenly Dragons that sided with that Dreaded Dragon and breaking the stalemate among the heavenly dragons for good, the “Thunder Dragon”.

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Genshi was born the day his mother died. From that moment, people bowed to him—calling him a saviour, a child destined to unite the clans. He never believed it. But the world he returns to isn’t one that waits for belief. Because whether he wants it or not— He was born to rule.

Khan, a reclusive college student, lives a life of quiet routine—until fragmented hallucinations and inexplicable blackouts shatter his reality. Haunted by visions of fire and a shadowy figure he can’t name, Khan dismisses it as stress… until he wakes to cryptic sketches he didn’t draw and news reports linking his unexplained actions to a string of violent crimes. As Detective Lucy closes in, investigating a decades-old conspiracy tied to a ruthless syndicate, Khan discovers a terrifying truth: he is not alone in his mind. Fragments of strangers—a fierce protector, a cunning strategist, a volatile enigma—surface to guard secrets buried in his past. But when their clashes threaten to consume him, Khan must confront the darkness within before a mysterious puppeteer manipulates his fractured psyche into unleashing chaos on the world. Blurring the lines between savior and destroyer, this psychological thriller explores the masks we wear, the shadows we bury, and the terrifying power of the selves we dare not know.

Flora Bloom, who was betrayed and killed by her boyfriend in her past life, is reborn with a peerless spatial dimension back to the time before the crisis, hoarding food, raising a child, and tearing apart scumbag men and manipulative women. Originally, she just wanted to raise a child and low-key fight zombies and level up together with her family. But she discovered that she was unexpectedly falling step by step into a tender trap meticulously designed by a certain sly and scheming man. Flora Bloom looked at the vast space within her sea of consciousness; it had a farmhouse courtyard, fields, and a Spirit River, but it just lacked a bit of vitality. So, a fat, sky-flying mantis? Collect! A rare little white tiger that can discharge electricity? Collect! A behemoth spirit crocodile with its young? Collect! As long as it's alive and edible, collect, collect, collect them all! Endless scumbags and vile women, a shameless and deeply scheming leader, all wanting to use her to attack zombies and obtain more Crystal Cores for their own gain? Your shameless, worthless life? Hand it over.