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..........

RATED M FOR LANGUAGE AND OTHER STUFF. Kuhu looked at the portrait hung on the wall, the smile on her face becoming increasingly strained with each passing moment. She shifted her attention to her brothers, hoping for some solace. They were all admiring the woman in the portrait who also happened to be THEIR mother. Only their mother. She turned to leave the living room, completely unnoticed. Her footsteps echoed in the empty alley, her heartbeat even louder. As she closed the door behind her, tears gushed to her eyes of their own accord. She didn't know why, she didn't know how...but her feet carried her to the most overlooked drawer of her closet. Inside a forgotten personal diary lay a crippled photograph. One that would never find it's way to the living room. One that was destined to always remain a photograph and never a portrait. Her mother. Only her mother. It was a gift from the most vile woman she had known in life. Her maasi. She had gifted her the picture nearly 5 years back. Not as her mother's remembrance but as a reminder of her legacy. She brought the photo close to her chest and whispered, "I love you, mumma." - "This is your legacy, Kian. Your destiny was carved long before your first breath. You were never meant to walk the same path as your brothers. Your purpose is far greater than theirs." the man said, his eyes gentle despite the sharpness in his words. Kian didn't flinch. "I will never become what my brothers chose not to be." he said stiffly, conviction brimming in his eyes. "Even at the cost of those same brothers' life?" the gentleness was gone. All he could see was a devilish, threatening glint. Kian's jaw clenched. "A pest like you can't even touch my brothers!" The man chuckled. "Pests are underrated, Kian. They move unseen, untamed, untraced and thus...they know much more than they must." "Whatever that means?" "That means..." the man stepped closer. "You know the Devil more than anyone else."

Tara Sinha grew up learning how to survive alone, never asking for more than life gave her. She doesn't believe in forever, doesn't trust promises, and doesn't expect anyone to stay. Yet, despite her guarded heart, she has an instinctive softness-she tends to people, cares for them, and helps even strangers, often without realizing she's giving away pieces of herself. Vedansh Singh Rathore owns the world-but has lost the people who mattered the most. Power, fear, and violence surround him, yet his heart remains untouched, sealed behind ruthless walls built from loss, responsibility, and blood-soaked loyalty. When fate intertwines the path of a girl who trusts no one yet cares for everyone, and a man who fears nothing but feels too much in silence, their worlds collide-not softly, but dangerously. This is not a love story that blooms gently. It is one that breaks, heals, tests, and transforms. Because when an orphan meets a mafia king- love is not the first thing they find.

​She broke his code. He stole her life. ​Anya Sharma is a brilliant but shy engineering student who dreams of poetry and "beautiful math". Major Vikram Singh is a terrifying, disciplined fortress of a man, haunted by a deadly plane crash that defied logic. ​When Anya wins a prestigious Defense Scholarship, she expects a mentor. Instead, she gets a Handler. ​Major Vikram doesn't want a student; he wants a weapon. He drags Anya into a classified world of cold bunkers, sleepless nights, and dangerous secrets, forcing her to use her genius to hunt the "ghost" in his fleet. ​But as the lines between "Asset" and "Anya" blur, so does the professional distance between them. In the silence of the server room, a forbidden, high-voltage connection sparks-one that violates every protocol. ​Now, her cover is blown. Her friends are compromised. And Anya must make a terrifying choice: Go back to the safety of her old life, or become the dangerous asset the Major refuses to let go. ​Perfect for fans of: ​Grumpy x Sunshine (He's a storm, she's the calm) ​Military Thriller (Classified missions & high stakes) ​Competence (Two geniuses working in sync) ​Forced Proximity (Locked in a bunker together) DISCLAIMER: The Major's Secret Asset is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The technical data, military protocols, and engineering concepts described-including "Project Thunder"-are for narrative and entertainment purposes only and do not reflect real-world classified information or actual aeronautical procedures.