𝐎𝐁𝐒𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐃 𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 - his massive admiration ╰┈➤ EKANSH SINGH RANAWAT [27] king of udaipur and ruthless underworld mafia boss. I have seen admiration all my life. Women don't look at me - they look at the crown. At the Ranawat name. At the legacy I carry on my shoulders. They fall for the title. For the power. For the Raj gaddi. But the day I saw her... everything changed. Ananya Aradhya Singhania. She didn't look at me like I was a throne to sit on. She looked at me like I was just a man. No greed in her eyes. No calculation. No hunger for status. Just calm. Just grace. Just something untouched by this fake world. She doesn't try to impress me. Maybe that's why I lost. This isn't attraction. This isn't ego. This is love. For the first time in my life, I don't want to conquer. I want to protect. And I swear on my life - my only aim now is to stand between her and every storm. If loving her means becoming softer, then I'll become softer. ╰┈➤ ANANYA ARADHYA SINGHANIA [22] University student ,princess of jaipur I hate royal blood. People think royalty means grace and power. I think-it means [secrets and betrayal]. I was just 10 when my mother died. after 1 year , my father married to my mother 's assistant. Everyone called it fate. I call it murder. At twelve, I left for boarding school - away from Jaipur, away from marble walls that felt like cages. In this world, I only care about two people: my brother, the present King of Jaipur - the only exception - and my best friend, Meera Mehra The rest of the royal world? Keep it away from me. Especially him. Ekansh Singh Ranawat. He roams around me like some bhatakti aatma. What does he think - that he's some king or something? Well... technically he is. But that doesn't impress me. Royal blood is dangerous. And I promised myself I'd never let it rule my heart. No crown is worth my peace. No king is worth my trust.

8 years old Aarya was raised in silence, in fear, and in chains. She never knew a life beyond bruises and rules - where food was a privilege, smiles were sins, and love was just a myth. For eight years, she lived under the iron hand of her mother and her cruel boyfriend, taught to be invisible and obedient or be punished. She didn't know family, joy, or even her own worth. Until one day, everything changed. When her abusers were arrested in a drug bust, Aarya thought she was finally free. But freedom was a lie. Because this time she is captured by a monster even more dangerous, a ghost from the underworld, long thought dead. Where she learns a truth more unbelievable than fiction: she is not alone. She is the daughter of Satyaveer Malhotra - one of the most feared mafia dons in the country - and sister to three ruthless crime lords. Thrown from hell into a den of lions, Aarya finds herself in a world she cannot understand - a world of power, guns, secrets, and brothers who speak in bullets and silence. Cold, broken, and dangerous - they don't know how to love. And neither does she. But blood remembers. And somewhere beneath the scars, loyalty, and violence... a family begins to rise..........

📚Crack and Crease - Cracks demand repair. Creases demand heat. Not all damage screams. Some of it settles. 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar & Vamika Mittal 🖤 Jaiveer Jahagirdar was not broken by loss, he was cracked by it, and like tempered glass, he learned to stand sharper at the edges. Vamika Mittal carried her crease like precision not damage, just a permanent line where softness used to lie. Yugveer Jahagirdar, 1.5 years old, he didn't see cracks or creases - only arms that held him. 🩶🩶🩶 He was raised in corridors where power never trembled - a son taught that weakness is louder than loss. She learned early that love can bruise without leaving proof - a woman who folds her scars into sharp edges. 🔥 Jaiveer Jahagirdar carries fracture like inheritance. Vamika Mittal wears restraint like silk over steel. 🔥 Their families built empires that refuse to bow. Their names have stood on opposite sides of contracts for decades. ⚔️ He protects what's his. She controls what she builds. ⚔️ They meet across a table neither trusts. No promises. No peace. Just leverage. Because steel doesn't bend easily. And pride doesn't forgive quietly. 👑 Legacy carved their surnames. Damage shaped who they became. But somewhere between the crack and the crease - something refuses to stay folded. 👑 🕊️ Tropes 🕊️ Enemies to Lovers Corporate Rivals Single Father Divorced FMC Billionaire / Industrial Dynasty Slow Burn Power Couple No Cheating Protective Father Child Softens the War

Book one of HIS GODDESS SERIES Kiyansh Singh Rathore ×Kaushiki Jaiswal Tropes ●CEO × LAWYER ●SECOND CHANCE ROMANCE ●MISUNDERSTANDINGS ●STRONG AND BOLD FEMALE LEAD ●DEVOTED AND OBSESSED MALE LEAD ●FORGET ABOUT TOUCHING OR LOOKING YOU BREATH WRONG AROUND HER AND YOU ARE DEAD ●SOFT ONLY FOR HER ●GREEN FOREST ONLY FOR HER ●MMC GROVELLING ●HE FELL FIRST SHE FELL HARDER "Strangers by fate, enemies by deceit, bound by redemption, and forever entwined by the threads of love and devotion." Kaushiki Jaiswal was never meant to be in the spotlight- a quiet storm with dusky skin, fierce intelligence, and scars hidden under silence. A girl who healed others while no one noticed she was bleeding. Kiyansh Singh Rathore never made mistakes- cold, calculating, born of legacy and vengeance. But he made one. Her. When betrayal strikes from within and the royal world begins to rot from the inside, Kaushiki is framed for crimes she didn't commit. And Kiyansh becomes both her judge-and the very reason her world collapses. But guilt has teeth. And obsession has no mercy. As Kaushiki walks away from everything- including the friend she loved like family- Kiyansh begins to unravel. And a man who never bowed to anyone, now finds himself on his knees for the girl he once destroyed. In a world of legacies, lies, and buried bloodlines- redemption isn't given. It has to be earned.

Seventeen-year-old Siya has known nothing but hardship. After losing her mother, her world shatters further when her own father sells her to a ruthless loan shark to settle his debts. Chained to a dark fate, Siya makes a desperate escape in the dead of night. But destiny takes a cruel turn-she collides with a luxury car speeding down the road. Behind the wheel is ekansh Rathore, the enigmatic heir of the powerful Rathore empire-a mafia lord feared by enemies, worshipped by allies. Hardened by bloodshed and betrayal, ekansh and his five brothers have long buried their hearts, ever since the tragic day they lost their mother and infant sister in a brutal attack. But when ekansh Singh Rathore carries the injured girl into his mansion, none of them realize the storm about to unravel. The fragile, terrified girl they saved is none other than the lost Rathore princess-their baby sister, ripped from them years ago, now standing before them as a broken yet unyielding soul. Torn between disbelief, guilt, and hope, the Rathore brothers must face the truth: fate has returned their sister in the most unexpected way. Yet reclaiming her is not easy-Siya carries wounds deeper than scars, enemies from her past, and secrets that could burn everything to ash. Please read few chapters first 🥹🎀🎀

What happens when a chirpy, fearless girl walks into college on her first day... and ends up locking horns with the coldest, most intimidating professor on campus? Avni never imagined her biggest enemy would be her own husband. He's her professor. She's his secret wife. He's arrogant, strict, and always in control. She's bold, mischievous, and refuses to follow rules. But secrets can't stay hidden forever. From classroom tension to forbidden glances... from silent war to stolen moments behind closed doors - their story is a storm waiting to explode. Because love was never part of the syllabus... But fate had its own lesson plan. 𝐓𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐬:- 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝑺𝒕𝒖𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑨𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒊𝒂𝒈𝒆 𝑨𝒈𝒆 𝑮𝒂𝒑 𝑴𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒙 𝑰𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒕 𝒙 𝑪𝒍𝒖𝒎𝒔𝒚 𝑹𝒐𝒎- 𝑪𝒐𝒎

{Desi X Videshi series #3} "N-N-Nahi hum aap ke samne haath jodte hain aaj nahi hume bohot dard h-hota hai." she cried out while joining her hands in front of him. "Idhar aa jaldi!" he commanded her in his authoritative voice making her stomach churn and insides shudder. "N-N-Nahi jaane dein hume. Ye mat karein." she cried out loudly when he started to charge towards her. She decided to run in opposite direction in order to save herself but before she could even take a single step away from her place he was standing right in front of her and snatched her dupatta away from her. _______ "Can you give me a glass of water?" He asked her in his cold and stoic voice which always scares her because he looks too intimidating to her. "J-J-Ji? Aap ne abhi kya kaha humare samajh mein n-nahi aya." She said while her eyes lowered at the floor finding it most interesting thing in the world. "Kya aap humein ek glass paani de sakti hain?" as soon as these words escaped her mouth her head snapped towards him. Her honey brown eyes wide as they will come out soon. Tears welled up in her eyes because no one has ever talked to her with this much respect and calmness. Moreover, she was shocked too after hearing him talking in her native language which she didn't even expect from him. Ryker Verlice, the most feared mob boss of Ireland. Everyone fears him because of his intimidated and impatient aura. His anger issues are cherry on top. He cares for nothing literally nothing but what happens when a caged and scared beauty catches his eyes? Inaayat, the caged and scared beauty is serving the thakurs since her childhood. She has no identity except the maid of the thakurs. No one knows her because she lives hidden by the thakurs. They have broken her to the extent that she couldn't trust anyone but what will happen when an unknown intimidating man will start standing up for her? {His baccha ♥️ Her rehbar} •Caged princess •Age gap •Emotional story

Gauri Sharma, a 23-year-old orphan and single mother, lives a quiet, grounded life in Delhi with her 4-year-old daughter, Manya - her entire world wrapped in tiny hands and innocent smiles. Gauri doesn't know who Manya's father is, and she's long stopped trying to chase the past. All she wants is a peaceful life for her daughter and herself. But peace is shattered the day she steps into the dazzling chaos of her best friend Vaani's high-profile wedding. There, she crosses paths with Reyansh Malhotra - a 30-year-old billionaire CEO, a man cloaked in power, pride, and shadows. Reyansh doesn't believe in love. He doesn't care for innocence. But the moment he sees Gauri, and then hears the soft giggles of little Manya, something in him begins to shift. Drawn to both mother and daughter with an intensity he can't explain, Reyansh finds himself pulled into a dangerous game of obsession, desire, and buried truths. Manya's sweet affection touches a part of him he thought long dead... and Gauri's warmth begins to melt walls built over years. But love never comes easy - especially when secrets, scars, and silent enemies threaten to destroy everything. He was meant to rule empires. But a woman and her daughter might just conquer his soul.

It's fun to read about the obsessive villian but until you encounter him. After being transmigrated as the girl , villian was obsessed with and married forcefully, she must do something to save herself from the torture he gave her in the novel . " Asher - You cannot run away. Amelia while putting her hands on his shoulder - I don't wanna leave this perfect world either. Asher - "_".

Katha was only 25 when she chose her daughter over her husband. Vedant wanted a son. When Vedika was born, he withdrew-never holding her, never celebrating her, never seeing her as more than a burden. So Katha did what generations of women were told not to- she divorced him. She left. She walked away from silence, from a loveless marriage, and from a house that never saw her daughter. She returned home to Kashi, hoping to rebuild something soft, safe, and loving for Vedika. What she didn't expect... was Rudraksh Thakur. Her first love. Her ex boyfriend. The boy who broke her. Now a man who won't stop fighting to earn her back. Where Vedant failed, Rudraksh rises. As a father to Vedika. As a lover to Katha. Because no matter what time took from him-she was always his. But after everything.. he did to her in the past... Will Katha be able to give him a second chance? Will Katha let herself be loved again-by the man who once shattered her? **** "Rudraksh... I have a daughter..." Katha whispered against his lips. His hand slid to her bare waist beneath the saree, pulling her closer, his lips brushing against her neck. Slowly, he began to kiss her there. She gasped, but he didn't stop. "No, Katha..." he murmured, voice low and certain. "Vedika is our daughter." Tropes: • Single Mother x First love • Second Chances • Obsessive but Soft Hero • Small Town / Kashi Romance • Old school Romance