The Yadavs and the Suryavanshis - two of the most powerful empires in the world - collapsed in a single night. Both families vanished without a trace... as if they had never existed. But did they truly disappear - or was it only an illusion? Twenty-four-year-old Rivan Rathore - ruthless billionaire, feared mafia king, and heir to an empire that bows to no one - believes in control, not destiny. But is he really a Rathore by blood? Meet Rivan Suryavanshi - the last heir of a dynasty the world believes is extinct... the wielder of the seven core universal powers... and the man who resurrected the Suryavanshi empire from ashes. Twenty-one-year-old Ishika Raichand - a hidden princess no one has ever truly seen - lives quietly in Rishikesh, protected by a family that would burn the world to keep her safe. But only they know who she truly is. The lost Princess of the Yadavs. The secret force behind the reborn Yadav empire - the only rival powerful enough to stand against Suryavanshi Groups. The only person in the universe who can challenge him... break him... or bring him to his knees. Because the truth is far more dangerous than rivalry. His seven universal powers are useless without her. And hers are powerless without him. When two fallen dynasties, ancient powers, and a decades-old promise collide, they are forced into a marriage neither asked for... but both were born for. Because some bonds are not made by choice. They are written in blood. Sealed by power. And completed only when two souls become one. He thinks she's a fragile, clumsy girl. She plans to make him run. Neither knows- Their powers awaken only together. Their pain echoes across distance. And the enemies hunting them have waited their entire lives for this reunion. In a world where love can destroy empires... will they choose each other - or survive each other?

𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 #𝟏 𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐒𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐈𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐊𝐀 𝐱 𝐍𝐈𝐒𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐒𝐇 "Main aapse pyaar nhi karta or nahi kabhi zindagi me kar sakta, ye shaadi mere liye kuch nhi hai" These were the first words from him after the marriage which broke her heart completely. She cried all night not because of the marriage-because of his hate towards her. ------ •×Troopsו Princess× King Soft romance with dark glimpses Forbidden love Arrange marriage Changed bride Replacement Touch her and die She fell first he fell harder Slow-burn Traditions וWarningsו Violence Abuses Murder/suicides Alcohol consumption Note: It based on pure imagination of @naynraex aka me #3 in top 10 in india : 30/03/2026 #5 : 31/03/2026

Not all love stories are soft. Some come with fire, fury... and unforgettable scars. They weren't just in love - They were obsessed. Addicted. Destroyed. Isha Mehra - graceful, grounded, and deeply in love. Kabir Oberoi - a wild, untamed soul with music in his veins and anger in his blood.He was the kind of man girls lost sleep over. A voice that could bring heaven to its knees. A smile that could melt sin. Every girl wanted him - But he? He only ever wanted her. She was the anchor to his storm. The one who could calm his raging anger with a single look. But then- One night. One incident. One mistake. And everything fell apart. Now, years later, she's built a new life. Successful business woman. And he's a broken rockstar with fire in his eyes and poison on his tongue. burning in the spotlight, still carrying the ashes of their past. The pain. The betrayal. The questions left unanswered. And the love that never really died. what really happened years ago? What was that one night... that tore them apart forever? What did she lose? And what did he never forgive? A love so deep shouldn't have ended. But it did. Now it's back-darker, fiercer, and burning with the weight of everything unsaid. ____ "Then burn me," I whispered, close enough to feel the brush of his breath against my cheek. "I'm not afraid of you." He smirked at my words. Then he lowered the gun. Slowly. Deliberately. It slid from my forearm, grazing over the sensitive skin of my wrist, tracing the curve of my elbow, then drifting along my shoulder with a deliberate, torturous slowness. He dragged it lower, the barrel brushing along my Breasts over my ni**les, as if daring me to react. My breath hitched. "You know what I could do to you... right here, right now," he murmured, voice low, dark. ____ This isn't just love. This is Mistaken Love. And it begins now. This book contains~ She fell first and harder Mysterious Revenge Betrayal Misunderstanding Violence Alcohol Abuse

She was meant to marry the Younger brother. Meera's wedding to Aarav was supposed to be simple - a match arranged by two powerful families. But hours before the vows, Aarav disappears, leaving behind whispers, disgrace, and a broken bride. To protect their name, Veer Pratap Singh - the elder brother no one ever expected - is forced to take his place at the mandap. Cold. Commanding. A complete stranger. She became his wife in a moment of shame. He took her hand in silence. But his eyes? They never asked permission. Now, in a marriage born of duty, she's trapped with a man who doesn't speak of love... But watches her like she's already his. And the scariest part? Maybe she already is. Tropes🌟 Age gap romance Marriage of convenience Intense slow burn Fiancee elder brother Family honor Replaced groom Protective husband Healer to each other Shy FL X Calm Composed ML I am yours

This is not a story about cruelty. It is about who is allowed to commit it. 10th November #1 in rebel SHANVI RATHORE 17 A prodigy. Quiet brilliance. Untouched by blood-soaked ambition. She exists outside the Ranawats' world- and that is precisely why she disrupts it. Before the sons, there is the father. AVINASH RANAWAT. The Mafia King. A man who does not rule from the front, but from beneath-where laws are bent, witnesses vanish, and fear is traded like currency. Power does not challenge him; it negotiates. Soon, through Mahima, his future wife, his shadow will stretch even closer to Shanvi's life. Then comes the heirs. SHAURYA RANAWAT. The eldest. Chief Minister of Rajasthan. The face of authority, the voice of law, the illusion of order. What he signs becomes legal. What he ignores ceases to exist. HARSH RANAWAT. Corporate head. Owner of Ranawat Corporation. Schools, institutions, businesses-he decides what is taught, who is protected, and who is quietly erased from records. Only four brothers walk the school corridors. AVIRAJ. ASHER. RIHAAN. RUDRA. They don't need titles here. They are the system. The red card is their language. Inside the locker door, stuck upside down with intention- a red card. The air shifts. By the next period, desks move away. Conversations lower. Friends forget names. Teachers don't hesitate to ignore. Cruelty no longer hides; it is sanctioned. The student is attacked not by the Ranawats, they don't need to make their hands dirty they just have to allow- Aviraj watches, unreadable. Asher smiles like it's a game already won. Rihaan decides how far it will go. Rudra makes sure no one interferes. And then-Shanvi. Her locker is never marked. Her name is never whispered with warning. Because the Ranawats do not protect everyone. They protect what belongs to them. And Shanvi- whether the world knows it yet or not- has already been claimed.

ARYANSH X MEERA He married for his mother. She married to escape hers. Aryansh Rajvansh - cold, commanding, untouchable. The name alone bends industries and silences rooms. A 26-year-old business tycoon with electric blue eyes and a mind forged in shadows, Aryansh is the clean face of an empire built on secrets. He never believed in love. Never planned to marry. Until his mother asked - and Aryansh never says no to the woman who raised him like armor. Meera - 22, introverted, quiet, overlooked. With amethyst-violet eyes and a presence like gentle rain, she's known a life of neglect inside her own home. Blamed for a past not her fault, unloved in a family that adored everyone else but her. Marriage to a stranger wasn't freedom... but it was her only escape. Two strangers. One cold mansion. No promises. No expectations. But in the silence between them, something begins to stir. Not love - not yet. But recognition. Reflection. The subtle unraveling of walls neither of them expected to fall. Because even the coldest hearts can thaw... And even the quietest voices can echo the loudest. ♥︎ "Bound by duty. Changed by stillness. Loved without words."

"𝗪𝗲𝗮𝗹𝘁𝗵𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘀, 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗹𝗮𝗺𝗲, 𝗕𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹𝘁𝘆,𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗴𝗮𝗺𝗲. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗲𝘆𝗲𝘀 𝗹𝗼𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗺𝘆𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 𝘀𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁, 𝗦𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗼𝗯𝘀𝗲𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁." ------------ Love series #1 --- India is known for its grand and lavish weddings-where every family dreams of making the day unforgettable. But this isn't just any wedding. This is a royal affair, uniting two powerful dynasties-one rooted in ancient legacy, the other built from the ground up through sheer determination. It was meant to be the wedding of the century. But what happens when one of the most crucial people in the ceremony fails to show up? Whispers began to float through the opulent hall. Eyes turned toward the figure sitting alone-confused, abandoned, and judged. The air thickened with gossip, and honor was at stake. To protect their pride, to silence society's tongue, they made a decision. A replacement was found. A replacement to uphold reputation... A replacement to protect dignity... A replacement for love? .................

#Top2 in India : 6/1/26 #Top1 in India : 7/1/26 #Top5 in India: 11/1/26 𝗬𝗨𝗩𝗔𝗔𝗡 𝗡𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗔: A 26-year old Professor, who is also a According to his students 'He is the most handsome man alive on the planet'. He is 6 '2 tall which makes him more attractive and handsome and not to forget his jet black eyes, perfectly gelled hair, light beard and especially his 8-pack body. He is the only son of a billionaire but nobody knows it. 𝗝𝗔𝗔𝗡𝗩𝗜 𝗔𝗚𝗡𝗜𝗛𝗢𝗧𝗥𝗜: A 19-year old, mischievous girl whose laugh never left her face and just finished her schooling. She can laugh anywhere in any situation because of which she always gets into trouble. She is 5 '1, which is not too short. Okay, "her words" had grey eyes with short hair till her shoulder and had a zero figure. She is the only daughter of the Chief Minister of the state which know one knows except her bestfriends. ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ To know more about them, Dive into the story. Suno itna tak padhe na.. toh phir aage padhne mein kya problem hai. Jao na please..*puppy eyes*

[#1 ~ The Rajvansh Family] "You don't have a wife?" Adi asked innocently, his words cutting through the air, causing the entire table to fall into a stunned silence. She shot her son a glare, silently warning him to be quiet with just a look. He paused, then replied, "I don't," as his family exchanged surprised glances, clearly expecting him to snap or react harshly to the kid. "My mumma doesn't have a husband, either," the little boy continued, as though he had just solved the most difficult puzzle in the world. "I know," he responded, his usually cold demeanor softening into a surprising smile as he looked down at the child. "Then why don't you marry each other?" Adi grinned, as if it were the simplest idea in the world. The whole room filled the room with stunned silence, by his innocent proposal. 🕊️ 𝗞𝗵𝘂𝘀𝗵𝗶 𝗕𝗵𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗮 returns to her childhood city, seeking a fresh start after a painful divorce, determined to build a better life for her four-year-old son. The last thing she expects is to be drawn to Vihaan-her late cousin's husband. He wants nothing to do with her... but everything to do with her son. 𝗩𝗶𝗵𝗮𝗮𝗻 𝗦𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗵 𝗥𝗮𝗷𝘃𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗵 had everything-love, happiness, and a future he cherished-until the day it all shattered before his eyes. In a single, cruel moment, he lost the woman he loved more than life itself, along with their unborn child. He thought he was doomed to a lifetime of emptiness, unaware that fate had other plans-ones that would entangle him in a web of forbidden emotions and an undeniable, reckless desire.

"Why? Why? Why?!" Rivaan's voice shattered the silence like a whip. His chest heaved as he shouted, "Why did you do it?! You know how much I trusted you!" He stared at her hurt, disbelief, fury, and heartbreak all colliding in his eyes. Never in his wildest dreams had he thought she would do this. "Rivaan, listen to me. I didn't want to do it," she whispered, her voice shaking. "Then why?" he snapped. "It's... it's complicated." "Then explain it. Or I swear, I'll tell everyone what you did," he said, his voice low and dangerous. Just then, Anamay walked in. The tension in the room thickened. "I know why she did it," he said quietly. "No! Don't say it, Anamay. Please!" she cried, her voice breaking. "It's okay if he hates me. But if he finds out about her-he won't be able to take it. Please..." Anamay's eyes burned with resolve. "I won't let anyone disrespect you again. You want the truth, Rivaan? Then listen." At that moment, Naina appeared at the door, her face pale, eyes wild with grief. "Tell me where my babies are. Please, Rivaan," she begged. "Tell her to give them back. I'll do whatever you want-just give me my babies, please..." She dropped to her knees, breaking down completely. ~~~~~~~ 🕊 Want to know what really happened? Read the book. 🕊