The underworld calls him Sartaaj, their crowned king who is feared, obeyed and worshipped. Sharvari Kulshreshtha calls him a stain that should never have existed. Recruited into R.A.V.E.N, the country's most covert vigilance department, Sharvari, aka, Kestrel is trained to dismantle criminal empires from the inside. Her boss, Condor, after years of vigorous training has turned her into a weapon with one singular objective, i.e, to erase the underworld and the bloodlines that keep it alive. All this narrows down to one family. The Rathods. The name Sartaaj prides himself with. From emotions to seduction, Sharvari uses it all to enter the Rathod household, only to realize what looks like a dysfunctional family on the outside is much more within. The monsters she was ready to destroy turned out to be more human than her. Her heart finds solace amidst the blood she swore to shed. And if all this wasn't enough... She fell for the one person she wasn't supposed to!

He's cold. He's arrogant. He's rude. He's ill-mannered. Everything about him is designed to be disliked. No one has anything good to say about him. He carries a bad reputation like a second skin... But is it because he's actually bad? Or because he's never bothered to tell his side of the story? Friends? He doesn't think he's capable of making any. Family? Well... the one he has is highly questionable... Then there are THEM... Three brothers living the kind of life HE only sees in the distance, a life defined by the warmth, laughter, and loyalty he has never known. They are the complete opposite of everything he is... But life has a funny way of bringing people together. Their paths begin to cross. Two worlds start to collide, neither knowing that, at some point, they will become one. (A Family Saga, Brotherhood, Sibling Chronicles) By Aks Mira Wattpad ID: aksmira Instagram ID: aksmira_ ​

"I was abused by my family", the words echoed in everyone's ears. His heart crushed hearing it. What followed shattered the heart of Adarsh Mahira which didn't crush even when he had no one left to care for, in this world. Aryan was crushed under the realm of loneliness, fear and guilt for years. The day he turned 18, he felt freedom, which was not so easy to grab. After struggles, hassles and escape plots, he reached his Home, his Bhaiya, his everything who he knew he had lost years ago. Will he ever get the love from the one person he had been craving from? ------- "I am here to stay. Inhe nahi rehna hai toh apne ghar le jayiye Bhabhi", Aryan stretched his arms, a satisfying snap from his shoulder, broke the silence that followed. "Agastya, baahar phek ke aa isse pehle ki main kuch-", he was irritated by the clicking sound from Aryan. "This is my home and I won't move an inch from here", he interrupted enraging his elder brother.

This is what happens when you let a writer's mind wander without a compass. Part non-fictional diary, part fictional playground, Ephemeral Soliloquy houses the stray write-ups that don't belong anywhere else. It is a solitary voice shifting between reality and fiction, ranting and dreaming-all under the quiet cover of the night. Within these pages are quiet musings on the architecture of pain, the heavy weight of lingering memories, and the fleeting beauty found in solitary reflections. It is an unfiltered look at what hurts, what heals, and everything left unsaid in between.

What do you do with a truth that has no voice? Smeraldo explores the fragile boundary between memory and numbness. In this collection of prose poetry, the questions don't demand answers, and the pain doesn't move. There are no grand resolutions here-only the quiet, heavy reality of the things we bury in order to survive. A deeply personal, confessional journey through the thoughts whispered only in the dark, capturing the heavy weight of a silence that refuses to lift.

Advik Roy was a loner. He lived in shadows, untouched by love or emotion, content with his solitary existence. But everything changed when he was tasked with protecting a boy,a responsibility he never wanted. Aasvik Singhania, despite having a family, had always been alone. A ray of sunshine and a born troublemaker, he longed for the one thing he never truly had: love. Two strangers, bound not by blood but by destiny, found solace in each other. What began as a duty turned into an unbreakable bond, healing wounds neither knew they carried.

How two peaceful families get shattered by a revelation. Why families are considered of those who share blood and not those who share emotions. Two people are caught in the labyrinth of emotions. (Fetus Writing) Grammatical mistakes Plagiarism is crime. This work and Idea belongs to me.

🎯Rankings by wattpad:- (08.Nov.2025)☺️ 🏅#1 Health (out of 51.3k stories) 🏅#4 collegelife (out of 3.72k stories) 🏅#4 teenlovestory (out of 2.94k stories) 🏅#26 teenlove (out of 39.4 k stories) 🏅#18 mystery-thriller (out of 36.4k stories) 🏅#376 family (out of 304k stories) 🏅#427 lovestory (out of 378k stories) 🏅#17 hospital (out of 30.3k stories) 🏅#1 Heart to heart (out of 457 stories) 🏅#124 secrets (out of 119k stories).....etc. ABOUT THE STORY............✍️ ➡️ Collage Romance (4 Couples) (Young and Adults- Both phases) ➡️ Brotherhood and True Friendships. ➡️ Critical Health Issues. ➡️ Family Drama and Bonds with Parents. ➡️ Revelation of many Mysteries and Secrets throughout the story. ➡️Broken and Traumatic Life. ➡️ Collage Rivalry and Jealousy scenes. ➡️ Enemies to lovers. {Not too good in writing DESCRIPTIONS, so kindly enter into the story to know everything......}☺️ Thank You (For reading this amazing story) Your Author #Amaya🥀

Book 3 of Royal series. "Not all victories are won in war; some are won in the heart." Shattered. Broken. Alone. That was the truth Aksh chose to live with after burning every bridge that had once led him home. Betrayal had not spared him either; its flames had licked his skin, leaving marks deeper than scars. For the first time in his life, the boy who fought every battle head-on found himself with nothing left to fight for. But fate is rarely so easily dismissed. Just when Aksh begins to sink into the ashes of his own making, the one he least expects refuses to let him disappear. The eldest returns with a quiet, unyielding promise: no matter how far you chose to twist the knife, I still won't let you run. And the youngest? She simply refuses to loosen her grip, holding on with the kind of love that does not ask permission. What follows is not a war of swords, but of truths long buried and wounds long ignored. As secrets surface and silence breaks, the brothers must confront the fragile space between pride and forgiveness. Because coming home is not about crossing a threshold - it is about daring to believe you still belong there. The Forgiven Royal is a story of redemption and reckoning, of fractured bonds learning to mend, of love that survives even the fiercest infernos. Above all, it is Aksh's journey toward the hardest victory of all... forgiving himself... and allowing himself to be forgiven.