ASP Arham Afraz, a man whose world had shrunk to crime scenes, cold bullets, and the relentless pursuit of justice. Until one phone call changed everything. "Your father, Afraz Meer, has been in an accident." A pause. "Your mother was also in the car." Mother? They must mean his father's second wife. Then came the final blow. "Your father has named you the legal guardian of your younger siblings." Wait... what? Siblings? Guardian? Did he hear that right? ____________________ Two brothers lived under the same roof, yet the bond between them was tangled in places neither of them knew how to reach. The elder one had grown up in the shadow of loss. A childhood carved by unanswered questions, by grief that arrived too early, by a night that stole more than any child should be forced to lose. And then there was the stepbrother. Unlike the older one, he had grown up wrapped in warmth, surrounded by voices that called his name with affection. He had always believed love was something you gave freely, something people naturally returned. Until his elder brother entered the house. That was when he first felt it, the distance. A quiet, cold space between them he couldn't understand, one that made him question himself in ways he never had before. For the first time, he felt unseen. At first, he mistook the pull in his chest for guilt, a silent ache telling him he owed something to the elder one whose place in the family had been dimmed for his sake. But as time passed, he understood it wasn't guilt at all. It was longing. Longing for something he had never had to fight for before, a whole family. A brother whose silence he wished he could interpret. A bond he wished he knew how to claim. A place in that guarded heart he desperately hoped wasn't locked forever. What pulled him toward the elder one was no apology. It was love. It was hope. It was the quiet belief that maybe, just maybe, broken families could still find ways to feel complete. __________

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.

Betrayed. Framed. Cast out Kanishk, The forgotten prince. The boy whose laughter once filled the palace, now just a name lost to time. Once a beloved prince of Rajvansh, lost everything the night he was accused of a crime he didn't commit. Stripped of his name and honor, abandoned by the family he once called his own. Disappeared into the shadows, vowing never to return. Years later, he has built a new life, far from the suffocating walls of the palace. But fate wasn't done with him yet. As dark secrets unravel and the past refuses to stay buried. Kanishk face the people who turned their backs on him..... A gripping tale of Family, Betrayel, and Redemption, where love and loyalty are tested and a Forgotten Prince must decide-to forgive or to fight. "The past may be buried, but graves don't stay closed forever."

Surya Shikhawat a brother who shaped his life around his sister, who became her parent, protector, and guide, now stood shattered. The sister who once couldn't take a step without him looks through him as if he were no one. His heart aches to bring her memories back, to hold onto the bond they shared and struggled through for years. But how do you fight when the person you love the most has forgotten who you are? Samiksha Shikhawat a sister whose mornings began with her brother and nights ended with him, who breathed in his presence and finds comfort, suddenly wakes up in a world where her anchor doesn't exist. An accident robs her of her memories, and with it, the most precious bond of her life... her brother Surya. To her, he is now a stranger, a man whose love she cannot recall, whose sufferings she cannot see, and whose presence feels like a burden rather than the lifeline it once was. The siblings, who were once each other's strength, each other's world, are now standing on the brink of reforging a bond, one from the emptiness of forgotten love, and the other from the pain of being erased. Will Surya's quiet care slowly guide Samiksha back to him? Will Samiksha's heart remember what her mind has forgotten? Or will the cruel twist of fate rewrite their relationship forever? 'Risthey' join in the journey of broken ties, fragile hope, and the test of love that goes beyond memory, exploring whether relationships are bound by blood alone or by the heart that remembers, even when the mind forgets.

Aniruddh Rajput had it all-fame, money, women, and the kind of devil-may-care charm that made the world forgive his recklessness. He lived fast, sang louder, and ran from anything that even remotely looked like responsibility. But fate has its own cruel rhythm. Overnight, he's forced into a life he never asked for....guardian to two broken boys with eyes too old for their age and pain stitched into their silences. Sixteen-year-old Adrit Rajput doesn't want saving. He doesn't believe in people not anymore. Not after what life made him endure to protect his little brother. And ten-year-old Akarsh? He only knows one truth: Bhaiyu will never let anything hurt me. Can a careless rockstar be the anchor to their storm? Because sometimes, the most shattered hearts find healing in the most unexpected scars.

Ekta, a girl burdened by the shadows of her past, steps into the Sehgal mansion with Ekansh, the brother by choice, not by blood, the man she trusted with her life. But as buried truths resurface, Ekta finds herself torn between the family she chose and the one she never wanted. Secrets unravel, old wounds reopen, and loyalties are tested as the Sehgal's confront what it truly means to be bound by blood or by love. Will Ekta embrace her place in a family still learning to heal, or will her scars drive her further away? Will Eshita's determination hold the fractured bonds together, or will the Sehgal empire crumble beneath the weight of truth? 'Beneath the Runis' join in the journey of broken pasts, fragile hopes, and the strength of acceptance, proving that sometimes, the deepest scars can become the strongest ties.

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. Plagiarism is crime. This work and Idea belons to me.

"Main sab samhalunga Maa, Aapko, Veer ko aur-", he hesitated, while holding his mother's hand, who was lost in her own world. "Aur sabko. Bas aap wapas aajayein, pehle ki tarah", a tear fell on her wrist, his tear, her eldest, who was carrying the burden of the world, with a hope to get her back. She was lost to the fate of misery, helpless at her son's tears, unable to comprehend what was happening around her. "I am missing you Maa. Sunn rahe hai?", he hoped for a reply, but it never came. It never came in last three years, he knew, but he didn't stop trying. A crying sound interrupted his private conversation, he stood and ran in the direction, the child needed him more, she had none, he knew. "Shh, Shh... Aa gaya main, rote nahi", he wiped his three year old sister's tears, she feared being left alone at night and he decided never to leave her alone in the dark until she overcame. Viren sat there holding her, as she snoozed back into her dreamland. A broken family, A new responsibility, A financial burden he felt himself to be on the two people who tried to give them the best, his Maasi and Kaka, A brother who he missed dearly, away in a boarding school, a sister who he once wanted to give away for adoption. His heart felt crushed, every living second felt hurting, he was afraid to move on, to step into a battle ground he had never asked for. But he had to, the journey would be filled with hardships, he knew, he wouldn't have his Maa who loved him dearly to guide, yet, little did he know, he had a little angel who would love him more than anyone in this world would ever. Join the journey where Viren Roy, who survived his hardships in silence, held his family together, felt the heartbreak when his dearest family was broken once again, yet breathed and lived for who he had to care for. Feel the emotions, love, hesitance, yearning, silent tears and the unforeseen joy as the Roy siblings discover the journey to live within their built world.

Book 2 The youngest of the Roy siblings, Zaara has always lived in the warmth of her brother's protection, especially Viren, whose love is both her greatest strength and her most formidable barrier. Now, as she dares to chase her own dreams, she finds herself standing at a crossroads: What happens when the one person she loves, admires, and cannot bear to defy becomes the very obstacle she must overcome? Determined to carve her own path, Zaara embarks on a journey that will test her courage, resilience, and the bonds of family. Along the way, she encounters two brothers, each carrying scars from a fractured past, their lives woven with secrets and silent heartbreak. As their paths cross, will the two lost brothers learn that letting go is the greatest act of love? Join the journey of Sunehri Lehrein, as the Roy siblings, Viren, Veer, and Zaara, step beyond their self-made boundaries and learn to live as a family of four, with Ahana Viren Arora joining their lives as the 'saviour' she is meant to be. Chapter 5: "How long do we have?" Veer asked, rushing to the driver's seat, exhaustion from his night duty evident, but his sister's dream mattered more. "17 minutes," Zaara whispered, bracing herself for his glare. He'd bury her alive for sure. "How far is the place, Miss Punctual?" he sighed, sarcasm lacing his words. "9 kilometers," she replied, sneaking a side-eye from the front seat. The car's engine roared to life "Impossible, in this Pune traffic?" Veer muttered, glancing at the ticking clock-16 minutes, 30 seconds left "Possible," came a voice from outside. Ahana appeared by his window, urging him out. "Bhabhi, aap? It's too risky-" Veer started, but Ahana slid into the driver's seat, taking control. "Bhabhi, this is showing 14 kms!" Zaara exclaimed, fear rising. "Shh, sit back and relax," Ahana said, her voice calm-unlike her driving, which tore through the streets like a cheetah unleashed.

‶He's not even a Raheja!″ His father yelled, the malice in his voice clearly audible. ‶But he is our brother.″ He said calmly. ‶Half brother.″ His father corrected him. ‶Brothers are bonded by heart and not by blood.″ there was finality in his tone, one that screamed any further protest would fall on deaf ears. ‶What are you planning to do, Rudra? Play father to an abandoned kid?″ ‶Haven't I been doing the same since I was 17?″ **************************** ‶You're a responsibility, little boy. Never forget that. Don't ever take bhaiya's kindness for granted.″ ‶Yes sir.″ the 10 year old murmured with bowed head. He didn't expect to be treated any better. The man's eyes twitched ever so slightly when he noticed the boy's shoulders slumping in disappointment. But he forced himself to remain unaffected. The boy was a testament of their mother's spirit. The spirit that they needed but were deprived of. Warming up to her son felt like a betrayal to their own struggles.