They performed her last rites. While she was still alive. Akshara Maheshwari was erased from her own family before she could even understand what she had done wrong. Abandoned, forgotten, and declared dead, she disappeared from the world that once called her blood. Years later, she returns - not as a broken child begging for answers, but as AK - a name the world admires, fears, and follows. She doesn't come back for forgiveness. She doesn't ask for love. And she doesn't reveal herself easily. Because some wounds don't need apologies - they need truth, power, and reckoning. As the Maheshwaris celebrate, lie, and protect their secrets, the past claws its way back into the present. A past involving betrayal, silence, a sold child, and a savior who changed her fate. What happens when a family realizes the daughter they buried... is the woman who now controls their empire? And what if revenge isn't her goal - but taking back what was always hers? A story of abandonment, survival, silent revenge, and a girl who learned to smile while planning her return. Read to find out: Will the truth destroy them... or will Akshara destroy the truth first?

Maheswari's the name itself commands respect and power , they have been the most powerful family from ages in Udaipur , what will happen when the eldest son remarries and a sweet angel enters their life . Will the family accept her or the IMPORTANT question will the brothers accept her as their sister? Ishika Malhotra , a 17 year old beautiful and cheerful girl with perfect boldness and confidence . Daughter of a famous business woman " Chavi Malhotra" currently living in london at hostel as she is not introduced to the world yet , what will happen when she have to accept the Maheswari's a new family for which she is never ready . . . . let's read dive in the story to know about their past scars or should I say future sparks ?

✎ᝰ.𝐀 𝐒𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐁𝐨𝐨𝐤 ⋆𖦹⋆ˎˊ˗ He was born for cricket. In the stadiums of his city, he was already a legend. Every swing of his bat - a warning. Every smirk - a challenge. 𝐓𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐡 𝐌𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐣𝐚𝐧, the state's rising cricket star. Arrogant. Untouchable. Addicted to winning. And ? 𝐒𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐫 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐫 A fiery first-year media student with a pen sharp enough to cut egos - and the courage to question names that made others bow. She didn't chase stories. She exposed them. He was her assignment. She became his obsession. He hated her defiance. She hated his arrogance. They both refused to back down. Same college. Same battleground. Every encounter - 𝒂 𝒘𝒂𝒓. Every glance - 𝒂 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒆. He doesn't lose. She doesn't bow And before the world knew his name, He made sure she never forgot it. She thought she was writing his story. 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐭. The stubborn, firecracker reporter who called him - "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗿𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝘁 𝗧𝘆𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁" and made the world see his cracks. Rules were broken. Lines were crossed. 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦 ────୨ৎ────

" 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐬, " 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐲 𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐜 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐝𝐨𝐰 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐞. . . . " 𝐍𝐨 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐄𝐤𝐚𝐤𝐬𝐡, " 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐞𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐨𝐟 𝐛𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐳𝐳𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠.

Years ago, they were bound by a mistake called marriage. Too young to understand love, too proud to stay. They walked away , carrying the scars, the silence, and a story left unfinished. Now, after years apart, Arjun and Avantika stand on opposite ends of success , independent, unstoppable, and untouched by the past... or so they believe. But fate is never done playing its game. One unexpected meeting and all the walls they built begin to tremble. This time, there are no childish promises. No anger. No blame. Just two broken souls, learning to love the right way , the adult way , with patience, depth, and the kind of longing that never really dies. Maybe this is what destiny always meant .... not the love they lost, but the one they were meant to grow into. A story of second chances, healing hearts, and a love reborn in its most mature form. "They were too young to love right. Now fate gives them one last chance."

Title:- The forgotten heir --- He returned not for revenge-but to reclaim what was written in his blood and sealed with her name. --- Vaidehi Banerjee was never meant to be a bargaining chip. Her father, a respected businessman from Kolkata, shared not just ventures but a lifelong friendship with Maharaj Ranveer Singh Rathore - the patriarch of the royal Rathore dynasty of Rajasthan. Before his first wife, Maharani Meera, died, she made one last wish: > "Let Adhiraj marry Vaidehi one day... let her be the heart that steadies his crown." To honor that promise, Maharaj Ranveer sealed it into his will - whoever inherits the Rathore empire must marry Vaidehi Banerjee to unveil the property. But when Adhiraj, the rightful heir, was cast out by his stepmother, the golden younger son Devansh Singh Rathore was set to marry Vaidehi instead. Until Adhiraj returned. Colder. Stronger. Untouchable. On the day of Vaidehi's wedding, the forgotten heir walked into the palace - and claimed both his throne and his bride. __ _ _ _ vibe & imagery:- sindoor & silk , dessert places , monsoon over marble , castle Echoes , family secrets , Royal legacies , stolen glances , power and possession, Bengali Grace x Rajput fire _ _ _ _ _ Book playlist - 1. Jashn e bahara - jodha akbar 2. iqtidar Ost - iqtidar 3. Adha ishq - band baja barat 4. chaudhary - Amit Trivedi coke studio 5. ye tu ne kya kiya - Javed Bashir 6. He sokha - Rabindranath Tagore 7. Dube Dube Bhalobashi - Tanjeeb sarowar 8. majhe majhe tobo - Rabindranath Tagore 9. pal pal - afusic & Talwiinder #arrangedmarriage #desi #darkromance #forcedmarriage #royal #bengali #marwari #revenge #slowburn #india #billionaire #forbiddenlove

She's dramatic. He's cold. They're married. And yes, she just walked into his lecture hall. This is the story of a secret marriage, sass, and a professor who doesn't know what hit him."

"NOT A STANDALONE" He broke her to protect her. She walked away to save herself. Roshini thought she had endured it all-the betrayal, the silence, the forced marriage. But nothing prepared her for Ishaan's confession before the OT monitor flatlined. Now, he's back... with pain in his eyes and "sorry" on his lips. But Roshini isn't the same girl who begged for answers. She's changed-colder, stronger, scarred. But fate isn't done with them yet. A shadow from the past is ready to strike again. The anonymous threat wasn't just a warning-it was personal. And when truth finally knocks... it doesn't come alone. It comes with choices, consequences, and a love that refuses to die quietly. Will Roshini forgive the man who shattered her heart? Or will fate write a new ending this time? --- Ishaan (weakly): "Every second without you felt like a punishment I deserved." Roshini (with tears but no softness): "And yet you thought I didn't deserve the truth?" She stood at the door, not stepping in. "You saved my life, Ishaan... and destroyed every reason I had to live it with you." --- The phone buzzed again. Unknown Number: "You didn't listen then. Maybe this time, she'll bleed for real." Roshini's fingers trembled as she held the phone. "This... this wasn't over?" Ishaan's face turned pale. "It never was," he whispered. "And the person behind it... is someone we both trusted." --- Roshini walked past him, but he caught her wrist. "Roshini... please," he whispered, his voice breaking. She turned, eyes stormy. "You asked me to trust you while you shattered me in silence. Don't ask for anything else, Ishaan. Not when I've already buried the version of me that loved you blindly." And yet, neither moved. Because the space between them still throbbed with unspoken love.

She wasn't just a child, She was a miracle. Born after generations of prayers and silent yearning, Tejo arrived like the dawn after a long night in the mighty Suryavanshi dynasty. A family built on strength, pride, love and tradition found its heart softened by a pair of tiny hands and eyes that held galaxies. She was their light, their laughter, their moon wrapped in stardust. Even the sternest of men melted before her innocent smile, their proud heads bowed to the little girl who unknowingly ruled them all. But fate, ever watching, never plays fair. One night everything changed. One moment, giggles, blessings and love filled the air. The next, silence. A cruel twist no one saw coming, no one could stop. The light vanished. Just like that. Gone. No warning. No goodbye. Just a void so deep it swallowed the entire family. The Suryavanshis, once unshaken and mighty, crumbled under the weight of their grief. Her absence became a shadow that haunted every sunrise, her name a whisper too sacred to speak aloud. Years went by. Time moved forward, but hearts stayed frozen in the moment she left. And then... the winds shifted again. Tejo returned, no longer the pampered princess she once was. At a young age, she faced countless emotional hardships, far away from the warmth of her family one she didn't even know existed. Life tested her in ways she could never have imagined. But beneath the surface of her silent pain, she found strength. Hiding her emotional wounds behind a calm exterior, she grew resilient not just for herself, but for the unbreakable bond she formed along the way. That bond became her anchor, her reason to keep moving forward. This is the story of Tejo, a girl destined to shine, who found her light even in the darkest of times. Take a deeper look into her journey, one of pain, strength, family and love.......✍️🏻❤

Two maids were cleaning a vast chamber when the younger maid asked the older one, "Didisa, you have been working in the palace for two decades right. Please tell me why are we cleaning this already clean chamber?". The older one smiled and said, "Although this chamber is always kept clean, it should be cleaned before anyone can reside here. And above all, our Ranisa is coming back to the palace". The younger maid didn't seem to accept it as a good news and said, "Whoever may come, but they cannot become equal to our choti Ranisa. She is the most kind, generous and sweetest person I have ever seen. She had never gotten angry on any maids even if they make mistakes. Take my example, I have made such a blunder on my first day here, but choti Ranisa accepted me as her own maid. Who can match her in kindness or even sword fight? And moreover she is Ranasa's heart beat". The old maid sighed and said, "Our Ranisa may not hold the heart of Ranasa. She may not be well versed in sword fight. But there is a reason why she is still our Ranisa. Sometimes one may have to be harsh to deliver justice and not just compromise between the victim and the tormentor. The people should have some fear about getting punished if they do wrong. And that charisma is with our Ranisa". ----------------------------------------------------------- A young girl of 17 years, looked at the retreating back of her newly married husband with a sad face. Just then her brother-in-law seated beside her husband's empty seat said, "Why are you sad, Bhabhisa?". She replied, "It's Nothing devarsa". He glanced back at his bhabhisa one more time and thought, "I don't know when bhaisa will open up with bhabhisa about his heart. She thinks that he is not fond of her. But how would one explain, why he ate the saltless food without a complaint and glared at me to keep my mouth shut. Unless it is for his beloved wife".